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“Give me a minute.” He pulls a pair of binoculars from the center console before leaving me alone. What the hell is he doing with binoculars in the middle of nowhere—in the middle of the night? Are they the special night vision type? I’m in so far over my head, it’s pathetic.
We could’ve died. Again. This time there’s no blaming Beckett for it. That’s where we were supposed to go, and I’d guess the area had already been checked out by Dad’s men. They’re probably dead now. I think I’m going to be sick.
When my door flies open I suck in a deep breath, prepared to scream, but it’s only Beckett pulling me out of the car. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” He touches my face, my arms, my back and sides.
“I’m fine.” But I can’t stop shaking. I can’t stop needing more of his touch to remind me I’m alive. We’re both alive. “Are you okay?” I whisper, taking his face in my hands.
“Fine. I didn’t see anyone in the area. It must’ve been a remote detonation.”
I don’t care about that right now—and when he presses me against the car, I know he doesn’t, either. Not with that bulge poking me in the hip while his hands go from checking for injuries to groping. The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the air before our mouths meet and he bruises my lips with his kisses.
“God, we shouldn’t do this.” Even as he’s unbuttoning my jeans and working them over my hips, even as I unzip his fly with shaking hands. Nothing in the world has ever mattered as much as this. I need him. I need this connection.
He turns me in place and shoves me against the back door. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I trust him. That much is never in question. I’d trust him with every piece of me.
He drags himself through my wetness and I moan into the dark. It’s so good. He’s so good. And this time, when he enters me, there’s no brief flash of pain. Only insane heat that builds as he fills me up, pushing me onto my tiptoes when he’s all the way inside.
He places his hands on either side of my shoulders and thrusts hard, fast, crushing me between his unforgiving body and the window. And I love it. I want it. “More,” I beg between gasps for breath. “More!”
He doesn’t say a word, only grunting into my ear each time our bodies crash together. Like an animal, like something wild and unhinged. The sound reaches some deep part of me and unleashes it and I sob out my pleasure and pain and anger and fear. All of it unlocked by Beckett as he claims my body again.
No. It’s not enough to claim my body. He has to claim my soul. His left hand cups my jaw before he turns my head to the side to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I’m lost, completely gone, no longer thinking. Only feeling. He can do the thinking. He can make me do whatever he wants. All I want is to feel this way forever.
It’s coming. I feel it. That delicious tension building like a wave, intensifying, promising release. I scream my pleasure into his mouth as the wave finally breaks and crashes over me and leaves me weak and shaking. For a moment it’s only us, locked together with my pulsing muscles holding him in place inside me. Like time stands still.
But it can’t last forever. He withdraws and with a helpless groan sprays his cum onto the ground at our feet. “Fuck. Jesus Christ.” He falls against me for a beat, breathless, and I close my eyes as the deepest sense of satisfaction fills my heart. Right now, in these woods, he’s mine. I did that to him.
Then he goes and says something that makes my swelling heart deflate. “I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t—”
“Don’t.” I turn around, yanking up my jeans. “You don’t have to. I wanted it, too.”
“I’m supposed to know better.” His head swings back and forth as he tucks himself into his shorts and zips his jeans. Now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark I see his sharp jaw tightening. “We need to get out of here. Come on.”
Just once, I would like to experience the sort of moment I’ve seen countless times in movies and on TV. Where the couple lies together, cuddling, whispering. So far there’s nothing but running from place to place, getting dressed and moving somewhere else.
I guess that’s not meant to be for us.
Chapter Ten – Beckett
“Explain to me what that shitshow was all about.” I glance toward the bathroom door, where Olivia is showering on the other side. “Because I don’t know how many close calls we can take.”
“We’re still trying to get to the bottom of it.”
“That’s not good enough—and you know it won’t be good enough for the boss. Our men are dead now because Bernardi somehow knew about that safe house and had eyes on it.”
There’s a shuffling noise, stifled muttering, before another familiar—and angry—voice filters through the speaker. “Where are you now?”
So the boss was listening in. Let him. Let him know the fucking disarray this has caused, and what a close call it meant for us.
“We’re roughly an hour away. I drove through the rest of the night and only came to a stop at this place because I wasn’t sure I could drive any longer and keep watch for any threats around us. We’re in the middle of nowhere. The car’s in an adjoining garage, covered, so there won’t be any spotting it from the road.”
“Is this somewhere we’ve already vetted?”
“No—which might work in our favor,” I remind him. “Since it seems our enemies are aware of at least some of our vetted locations.”
I would never have spoken to him that way before, but this is different. This is Olivia’s life, and we’re finding out about the gaps in our security in real-time. This isn’t the sort of situation I can sweet talk my way through.
“How is she?” he asks in a quieter voice.
