She cries out long and loud as she comes, and I replace my fingers with my mouth, suctioning around her opening. I suck everything down that she’s giving me, not stopping, even as she starts to come down from her high.
I continue to build her up again, giving her more pleasure. When I can’t take it anymore, I rise and roll us, putting her on top again. I want her to lead.
Stormy sits up, and together, we guide my cock to her entrance. When she just drops onto me, we both cry out. Her from the invasion, me from desire. She’s tight as a glove around me and so hot. An instant of wonder hits me, and then I realize why.
“Baby, I don’t have a condom on.” I grit my teeth as she starts moving.
“I have an IUD. I got it put in after I was rescued. They gave me shots to keep me from getting pregnant, but I wanted control, so I changed to the IUD.”
She doesn’t stop moving, and I grip her hips, helping her move up and down my cock. She throws her head back. All that blond hair falls to my legs. Stormy braces against my knees and starts twisting her hips in a rhythmic pattern. My eyes start to cross.
“No,” I bark, losing control.
I roll us and pull her legs up over my arms as I go for broke. Deep thrusts that will take her over the edge before me. She’s thrashing around. Her nails dig into my sides, and her neck arches. I lean forward and bite her neck before sucking on the skin, needing to mark her in some way. She screams my name as she comes again, and it pulls my orgasm from my body. I want to hear her say my name for the rest of our lives.
Rolling us again, I release her legs and leave her on top of me. I can feel our combined fluids slipping from her body. I lie there for a moment until my legs no longer feel like jelly before I lift her up and carry her into the shower, where I can’t stop myself from taking her against the wall. I mark her breasts with hickeys before we both collapse back in the bed, exhausted.
Chapter Ten
Stormy
I roll over, and Atlas wraps his arm tighter around me. I look down at my smart watch and realize it’s already after four in the morning. I don’t have much more time. I kiss him softly, and he murmurs my name in his sleep before rolling to his back. He pulls me in close with one arm while his other settles on his abs. In the darkness, I memorize everything about him and this moment.
He’s perfect.
If my life were different—if Andrus weren’t after me—I’d stay right here. I’d help Maisy get away if she wanted, but I’d stay with Atlas. I’d wear his patch and be with my family.
Carefully, I slide from the bed before I give up and stay.
The emotions hit me as I walk to the computer. I’m dressed in one of his T-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts I found in the drawer. He stayed asleep the whole time I rummaged through his clothes.
Standing in front of his computer, I press a key, and the lock screen appears. I don’t know his password, so I glance around for a pen and paper. I find them and notice notes detailing his search for me. He’s meticulous. I also find the keys to the truck. I forgot he dropped them as he was carrying me to the bedroom.
Hiding from him is going to be hard for two reasons. One, I don’t want to hide. And two, he’s good.
My note is quick and to the point. I tell him I’ll never forget him. That I must leave because my buyer is still looking for me and threatened my family. I ask him to tell my family I love them and that I hope to see them again someday.
I hesitate for only a moment when I reach the end. Then I sign it, Love, Stormy.
Gurgi has been waiting patiently for me. As I slip out of the room, I worry about running into someone, but then I realize Gurgi is my best excuse.
I round the corner into the common area and almost jump out of my skin when Maisy appears out of nowhere.
“Come on. We have to hurry. I just ran into one of the guys. Poseidon, I think.”
“Shit.”
We hustle for the door, and as we exit, someone yells, but we don’t stop. I load Gurgi into the truck and jump into the driver’s seat. Maisy buckles in as we jolt out of the parking lot, kicking up gravel and rocks. I see a man running after us before heading for a motorcycle.
I race through the side streets, trying to shake him. I reach the freeway and head south. He’s still behind me. I jump off, nearly getting hit by a semi, but it’s what I needed to do. I start heading west.
“I don’t see him. Don’t go any further south. I can’t go.” Maisy’s voice quivers.
I glance at her before entering the GPS, avoiding highways and sticking to back roads where we can avoid cameras.
“First, see if Fury can line up another vehicle for us. Then you can tell me what’s going on with you.”
When she doesn’t respond right away, I turn to see silent tears running down her face. She gasps as if she’s struggling to breathe.