The car comes up on our side, cutting us off. Tatum gasps, but I swerve at the last second, anticipating it.
“Come on, fucker. Want some.” I laugh out as I press the accelerator and shoot off past him, swerving through the traffic, until I find the off ramp. The PCH may not be the best place for this, but it’s the best place in the short time we had to prepare.
The Malibu comes up around me again, swerving in front and causing me to slam on my brakes, downshift, and speed back up.
I’ve driven these mountainous roads my entire life, and my mom taught me how to drive them.
The car zooms by us again as it disappears around the mountain and when we come around the bend, I see it.
“Zane.” Tatum gasps and grabs my arm as we both stare ahead to the gun barrel being pointed at us.
Even though the sunrise isn’t within view of the windows, you can still see the colors as it’s coming up.
“It’s beautiful.” I whisper.
“It’s perfect.” He nips at my earlobe as he says it, causing me to giggle. Rolling over, I look at him, smirking and everything seeming right in this moment. Maybe just this one, but something inside of me is saying to be careful.
His lips press down to mine as his hands come up my body, resting on my hips, just below his T-shirt that I covered myself with before we fell asleep.
“It sounds so awful, because I mean, everything that happened is horrible, but this is perfect.” I whisper between kisses. “I feel like I’m fucking floating.” I giggle this time. Opening my eyes. “I feel like…” I trail not really sure how to explain it.
“Like it’s such a good high you could kiss the sky?”
Pulling away, I look at him again, nodding my head. Somehow, even with how ridiculous the whole thing sounds, it makes complete sense.
I’ve done drugs, but not one of them has ever given me the feeling that being with him, how being able to be with Zane, does.
His eyes shine down at me as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine again and rolls me onto my back, pressing himself into me, and I gasp as I feel myself stretch around him. His eyes suck me in with a look that I’ve seen in them before, but every other time I’ve also seen him trying to conceal it. This time, he’s free, free to let himself feel however he wants too, and therefore letting me feel all of those things as well.
In this moment, I know I love him, and I know just how long I’ve been in love with him.
He thrusts into me in a rhythm. He only breaks eye contact with me as his eyes roll back into his head and he groans out.
The opening of the door breaks my attention as I panic.
“Zane…” I trail, but he doesn’t stop. “Zane!” I shout this time and he looks over, the look of defeat written all over his face.
“Zane Anderson.” I know the voice before I even look over at it. Darren is attempting to make good on his threat. “You have the right to remain silent.” I can see Darren now as he comes into the room. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The men are already pulling Zane out of me, off of the bed, and the floor shakes as they slam him onto it. I can still hear Darren speaking, but the actual words that he’s using aren’t registering. Locking eyes with Zane. I feel like I can’t breathe, and I also feel like I’m going to throw up.
I try to scramble off of the bed, but a man grabs hold of me, stilling me. I’m stuck in nothing but Zane’s T-shirt. While he’s lying on his stomach, naked, the officers pulling his arms behind his back and cuffing him.
I’m sorry.I mouth to him, but he just smirks, shaking his head.
Worth it. He mouths back, a smile growing on his face.
“Do you understand your rights that I have just presented?”
“Fuck you.” Zane glares out, only breaking our gaze for a moment as he looks at Darren.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grips his arms, hoisting him up.
“Jesus Christ, Darren, let him put some fucking pants on first.” I scream.
“Ma’am.” Darren glares at me. “Calm down, or I’ll have to arrest you as well.”
Zane laughs this time. “You trying to see how you compare?” He leans into Darren, who absentmindedly looks down at Zane’s still extremely hard erection. That is still wet from being inside me. In any other scenario, the look on Darren’s face as he realizes his mistakes would have made me laugh my ass off.
“Get ‘em some fucking pants.” Darren now snaps out.
