I angle my hips, grinding against her clit with every rough snap forward, pinching and tugging her nipple in time. She’s shaking now, her whole body trembling, and her breath coming in broken sobs.
“Hayden…I’m—fuck?—”
“Come,” I order, my teeth grazing her throat. “Come for me, cupcake. Right fucking now.”
She does, hard, sudden, and shattering around me with a cry that’s half my name, half pure sound. Her walls pulse in violent waves, milking me, and dragging me right to the edge.
I don’t fight it.
I bury myself deep one last time and come with a low, guttural groan, spilling inside her, my hips jerking through the aftershocks while she clings to me, trembling, and whispering my name like it’s the only thing keeping her here.
When it’s over I don’t pull away.
I ease her legs down, stay buried inside her, softening slowly while I kiss her, gentler now, slower, and tasting the salt on her lips. My hand strokes her hair back from her face; my thumb brushes away the damp tracks under her eyes.
“I’ve got you.”
She smiles. “I know,” she whispers. “I’ve always known.”
I hold her tighter.
And for the first time in a long time, the room feels quiet in the best way.
I kiss her and say, “How many times can I make you come today?”
She starts laughing and sits on top of me. “Let’s see.” She leans down, and I pull her closer, already ready for the next round.
Thirty-Six
Hayden
It's not even beena week since I put a bullet in his father, and Leo Holt’s been walking around this campus with not a care in the world. He doesn’t look like he’s upset about his dad, nor does he look worried that someone is going to come for him.”
Asshole.
Then again, a part of me thinks, does he even know about it yet? I told Cain as soon as it was done, I have no idea what he did, it's something I should be asking him, but I’m not going to.
Either way, it doesn't matter. Leo's not going to have long to think about it.
I've been watching him for days now and the pattern is so clean it's almost offensive. He's never had to be careful. That's the thing about people like him, with the money, the name and the father who made problems disappear, it means the instinct for self-preservation has never had to develop. He’s never had a reason to. Why look over your shoulder when nothing has ever come from behind?
I sit two tables back in the coffee shop on the third morning and I watch him scroll his phone, he doesn't look up once.
This is becoming too easy. Can it really be this easy?
I know the building by heart now., I’ve looked through everything, every corner, every camera angle, every rotation, and noted every blind spot. There’s the side entrance lock that Miles cracked in under an hour. The stairwell where the motion sensor only kicks in on the second floor landing. The corridor on the third floor where you can't be seen until you're already at the door.
Last door on the left, that’s his.
I've walked it three times now at different hours, different configurations, building the map until it lives in my body instead of just my head. That's what Cain always said.You don't think your way through it, on the night, you've already thought your way through it, you just move.
So, that’s what I’ve done I've thought my way through it. I know every exit., every variable, and every second between the side entrance and his door.
I know it all.
I'm ready.
It’s Thursday night and my body is shaking with adrenaline, this is it. Tonight is the night.
