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“Do you want out?”
“I didn’t say that,” I insisted. “I’m just asking. How would it work if I did?”
“I’d send word up the channels, and we’d need some time, but we’d get you out.” His brows furrowed. “Are you finally coming down?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I think so. Maybe. I don’t know.” I shook my head, and my vision didn’t swim as much as it had been doing for the last few hours, so I assumed that was progress. “What if you wanted out?”
“I don’t want out,” he said firmly.
“Okay, but what if you did? What if we wanted to stop this and have lives again?” I leaned back against the wall and raised my knees, resting my arms across them as I stared at Griffin. “Do you even remember what real life is like?”
“I don’t remember it being much different than this,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t coordinate drug runs across state lines from my desk at the FBI. And I didn’t know nearly as much about prostitution and arms dealing, either. But I pulled my gun way more often in the field than I’ve ever had to undercover.”
“What are we even doing here?” I asked him. “I mean...what is our mission? I thought mine was to get to you. But if you’re one of us...why am I still here?”
“You do want out,” he said softly.
Honestly, until I’d started babbling just then, it hadn’t occurred to me. But now that we were sitting there, almost pretending to be normal people...I did. I wanted to find Kenny and get us all out of this mess.
“I don’t know what I want,” I answered. “Yeah, it would be nice to have a normal job and come home to a normal house with a white picket fence and a cat. But since I’ve never actually had any that...it doesn’t make much sense that I’d crave it.”
“Maybe you’re not really coming down,” Griffin teased. “How much did you take?”
“I didn’t take any,” I snapped. “I don’t know how much actually got into my system, but what did was pretty much pure.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t die,” he said, reaching out and smoothing my hair off my forehead. “Maybe all those pills Speedball shoves down your throat built up some sort of tolerance.”
“I don’t actually do drugs,” I argued. “So I couldn’t have ingested that much.”
“No, but it was certainly enough.” He lowered his arm and started shoving our trash back into the bag, then stood to dispose of it, leaving me leaning against the door watching him.
He was so damned handsome. The strong muscles in his back were shifting under his tight t-shirt as he moved, and his jeans were stretched snug over his tight ass and firm thighs.
My cock twitched as I stared, and my mouth was suddenly dry even though I thought I might literally be drooling over him.
“Are you still hungry?” Griffin asked as he walked back to me and lowered himself to the floor once more. “You look like you’re about to eat me.”
“That can be arranged,” I said, crawling toward him and pushing him back against the floor as I climbed over him.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, raising his thigh between my legs as he dug his fingers into my hair.
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
Chapter Twelve
~Matt~
Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding against one another as our hands tore at each other’s clothes. We finally had to break apart to actually pull our shirts off, but we immediately fell back together, him over me this time, his body pressing me hard against the floor once they were discarded.
My palms smoothed up his back and I froze when I felt the raised brand on his left shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked, lifting off me and leaning on his hands as he met my gaze.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Sorry.”
He dropped his gaze down to my chest and he brought one of his hands up to smooth over my brand.
“It’s not forever,” he promised.
