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A race to a finish we were both desperate for.
Then found together, my cries filling the room, mingling with his curse, and the hiss of his breath as he surged deep, and came with me.
He rolled off of me after, his arm draped over my belly, both of us struggling to even out our breathing.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, exhaling hard. “Now I need a nap,” he said, returning the smile I shot him.
“I’m sorry my body is so disruptive to your plans,” I said, clearly not apologetic at all.
“Yeah, sure you are,” he said, squeezing my thigh as he got to his feet, grabbing his towel, then making his way back to the bathroom.
Eventually, I forced my legs to work as well, getting up, and digging through the duffel bags for some clothes.
I found a pair of black leggings and a simple tee, then walked out of the bedroom to check on Storm, finding him watching a couple of squirrels running around in the trees in the property behind the hotel.
“You good, buddy?” I asked, petting his head. “Crazy couple of days, huh?” I asked, finding his water bowl, and filling it from the tap. “I thought you were taking a nap,” I said to Silvano as he emerged fully dressed in a black tee and basketball pants.
“I rallied,” he said. “Don’t,” he demanded, brow raised.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t start bitching. You knew the plan,” he said.
“Bitching, huh?” I asked, lips twitching.
“Complaining. Arguing. Bellyaching. Pick your synonym. It all comes back to bitching,” he said, getting a little laugh out of me.
I wasn’t going to bitch.
Because I wasn’t going to do what he wanted from me. Sit in this hotel room while he put himself in danger.
“I wasn’t going to bitch,” I assured him, trying to look innocent. Because if he got a single whiff of my plans, he would find some way to put an end to them.
“Good,” he said, nodding. “I’m gonna leave you the car,” he told me, finding the keys, and placing them on the coffee table in the living room.
“How are you going to get there then?”
“Ride,” he said. “Not like I’m worried about anyone tracking me here now.”
Except he needed to get things set up first.
His recklessness was making my stomach twist painfully.
It would be okay.
I was going to help.
Whether he liked it or not.
“Okay. You’re going to be safe, right?” I asked, following him into the bedroom, watching him grab his wallet out of his discarded suit. And, I noted, his gun as well.
At least he had that.
Even if I knew it had a limited number of bullets. And I was pretty sure he hadn’t brought extra, since he’d been in a rush to track me down, not to stage an ambush.
But maybe you could buy them in the area somewhere. I didn’t know enough about gun laws to have any know-how about this sort of thing.
Silvano turned to me, head tipped to the side, something soft in his eyes.
