Her hand continued, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I could hardly think straight, let alone resist her advances. The urge to take her was almost overwhelming, and her skilled hand was only making it worse.
“I want that, too,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to take me again. I want you to fill me up and make me yours.”
I groaned, leaning forward, my cock straining against my jeans, aching for release. Her hand continued its relentless pace, her touch so perfect it felt like a dream. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, the urge to come becoming almost unbearable.
“Evie, I’m going to come.”
“No one is stopping you. Do it,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive. “Let go.”
I groaned, my control slipping away.
“Fuck,” I said, leaning back again as the orgasm hit me. I let it take over, each spasm giving me more and more relief.
I could hardly breathe, the world fading as my body tried to come down off the high. We had already slept together, but somehow it felt like the first time she was touching me.
We stayed silent, but she pulled me back, letting me lean back against her as I caught my breath.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I said.
“I can’t believe you let me.”
“I let you do it, but I won’t let you get away with it.”
“Why? What are you going to do about it?” she asked as I sat up and pulled back onto the road.
I smiled, speeding up and lifting the front of the bike, riding a wheelie as Evie laughed. Finally, I set it back down, and Evie wrapped her arms around me tight for a second.
“I’m going to wreck you,” I said, but even as she laughed, my mind was elsewhere. Anderson was out there, moving pieces I couldn’t see, and every second I spent grinning with her reminded me how high the stakes were.
I couldn’t let my guard down. Tomorrow, the hunt continued, and I had to be ready to keep her safe.
Chapter 37
Evie
Your parents weren’t given a choice. That’s why they joined. That’s why they stayed.
I lay in bed alone, staring at my open dresser drawer—pushed in unevenly, one side jutting out—and thinking about the same words again and again.
I had spent so long believing they were killed because they were good people—because they had done something noble, something worth dying for. But what if it wasn’t that simple? What if they hadn’t been heroes, but prisoners?
What if I had been wrong about everything?
That meant I was on the right path. It meant everything I had uncovered so far wasn’t a coincidence—it was dangerous.
Aiden hadn’t been in here last night, at least not that I knew of—he was getting oddly good at sneaking in and out unnoticed—but I was getting used to having him next to me, so the cold bed felt more lonely this morning.
I never admitted it out loud—well, except to Aiden now—but I had always wanted my own romance movie story. The kind where a man sweeps you off your feet and doesn’t let go. Real love always felt impossible to believe in long-term, but obsession? Obsession made forever feel possible. Like a chest-aching love confession could actually mean they might make it.
I finally took a hard breath and rolled over, seeing the cat figurine immediately. My hand darted out, wrapping around the cool porcelain. I couldn’t remember adding this little thing to my collection, but it wasn’t exactly unlike me to pick up random knickknacks.
But I still couldn’t remember buying this one.
Unless Aiden bought it for me.
The thought made me smile down at it, setting the little cat back in its place on my nightstand.
My laptop was next to it and I dragged it over, flipping it open and jumping right into the research I had started last night.
