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“What are we going to do?” Topaz worry trickled through her mind that they weren’t going to get out of this. “The window isn’t that small, we could smash it and—”
Onyx pointed to the corner and she finally saw why he wasn’t taking the second easiest route. Yellow cord, could be a fake, could be real. Either way, neither of them were in the mood to find out.
“What if we tossed something from the other side of the cabin through the window?” she asked.
Onyx cut his eyes to her.
“What?” she asked.
“I wasn’t a quarterback in high school,” he said. A bit of sting in his words.
“Never said you were, but hell even I can hit the broad side of a barn,” she reasoned holding her hand up by the window.
“And the blow back?”
“See now, you’re just being practical,” she mocked.
“Look, I’m not about to sit here and wait.” Onyx moved around the cabin. Four walls, the room no more than fifteen feet by ten and no way to guard against an explosion. The cord may not be real, but that didn’t mean they should press their luck. “They must have secured this cabin before they took us. I didn’t hear them doing any of it. Did you hear them when they came back? Moving things? Disarming it?”
“They were outside for longer than I expected?” Hopelessness washed over her because they couldn’t leave and there was a good chance when they came back what happened before would repeat. Already lack of water shown on Onyx’s cracked lips and ashen skin with no supplies around to mend him. The cut on his head had reopened, but the blood had finally clotted. His left eye had swollen, not to the point of vision loss, but enough to make the lid puff out past his eyebrow. Unable to take in his injuries, she looked out the window and saw they were in the middle of a forest. No cabins or houses around them, at least none she could see as the sun crested behind the pines and a plume of dust floated in the distance.
“Someone’s coming,” she said and Onyx stood behind her, the heat of his body helping warm the ice of fear running through her.
“We’ll have to fight our way out of here?” Onyx tipped her chin up and turned her toward him. “Do you have it in you?”
“Like I said, I’m not that scared girl anymore.”
“You didn’t sound scared in the story you told me,” he said. “Overpowered, that’s not the same.”
She pushed up on her toes, closing the gap between him, no longer able to help herself. This wasn’t the way she wanted it, trapped, beaten, but she feared she may never get the chance to be with him and if she was about to die, she needed the taste of him on her lips. Heart beating wildly as her lips met his, the kiss went long and deep, but not hard. His body was too bruised and damaged for her to push on a physically broken man. Instead, the sensual caress sent her careening over the edge as he wrapped his arms around her, his tongue dangerously invading more than her mouth as they fused together in a single blissful moment that she wanted to freeze because it couldn’t last.
Topaz felt safe for the first time in forever. Standing in Onyx’s arms, the attraction she had suppressed for a year tripled in those few precious moments before the rumble of the diesel engine truck silenced outside their explosive laden prison.
* * *
Strength would beOnyx’s way to get out of this. Staring down into Topaz’s eyes, he saw hope. Belief in him in a way he’d never known. She’d tasted so sweet and the hunger inside him grew for the woman he’d only wanted to be civil with. Her body, yes he’d wanted, but not beyond any other woman’s. Not until this very moment and it wasn’t because it might be his last.
“You ready?” he breathed against her lips, her body close enough to meld the two of them together.
She nodded, but didn’t say a thing. Her eyes were wide and her lips pinched, afraid but trying to be brave for him.
He kissed her on the lips then pulled away. Retrieving his weapons, he stood back from the door and waited for it to open.
Topaz’s shoulders straightened as she held a chair leg in her hand on the other side of the door.
The both of them finally fighting together and not with each other.
Skin rose along his neck and he prayed babysitting duties hadn’t been passed off to a new set of assholes. Glen and Stimpy had earned his ire and he wanted to give three fold what they had to him.
The front was rigged, the shifting of the men outside told of the need to disarm and he was ready to bulrush his way through them if he could. It all depended on their weapons. His didn’t have the whole twenty-five hundred feet a second touch a bullet had. Instead, he’d be dealing with how much force he could create with his arms. Not broken, but most certainly in pain. Shoulders burned once again from him holding the stance needed for him to swing, fast and in a hurry.
With a creak, the plunger style door handle moved down and Onyx realized he hadn’t clenched every muscle. At least a dozen woke up, came to attention, letting him know their current bruise status while sending bolts of pain through his body. Adrenaline surged, masking the pain enough to where he could function. A gust of fresh air blew into the room as good old Stimpy stepped inside and Onyx jabbed the poker forward, his thrust so great he thought he might have stabbed him by the way he was unable to pull back. No matter, he’d hit hard enough for him to bend at the waist allowing him to smash him over the head with the chair leg.
Glen raced into the cabin and Topaz slammed the door closed. Then swung the wood chair leg like she was in the majors.
The hit hard enough, so he bent backwards, his belly exposed as he flipped around to face her. “You bitch!” Raising his fist, prepared to smash Topaz’s face like he’d done to Onyx’s prone body.
Onyx caught sight of her panic seconds before grasping the muzzle and yanking it from his hands. Catching him by the arm, he turned him around, as the panic shifted to good old Glen once he realized Onyx was the one holding him. Fingers digging into his bicep as Onyx twisted it back. Making the man bend to his will, the training he received with the LAPD, both sanctioned and not, returning to him like a long lost lover. The moves fluid and familiar.
