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“Briarlee, I am not going to let you put yourself in danger. I’ll be in touch.”
“How?”
“I’ll call you.”
“And give yourself away? If the military is really after you, they will tap my phone. They’ll read my emails. They’ll see you interacting with me.”
His expression darkens. He knows I’m right.
“If you want to go on the run, let me go with you. Let me be the Clyde to your Bonnie.”
“Bonnie was a woman.”
“You know what I mean,” I snort.
He doesn’t like the idea, but I can already feel that he’s going to say yes.
“You’re going to need to fuck someone,” I add. “And it better be me.”
Daniel breaks into a smile, his handsome face lighting up. “Oh, is that right? Am I not the only possessive one here?”
“Nope,” I say, grabbing his shirt and getting up nose to nose with him. “You can be a big mean fuck monster, but you better be my big mean fuck monster.”
He lets out a laugh and the tension is broken. “Alright,” he agrees. “You can come. But we need to go now. And you have to pack light. We can’t carry suitcases around. If you have a backpack, it’s only what can fit in it.”
Just like that, he’s barking orders.
“You sure you don’t want to go with the military? You sound like a drill sergeant.”
“I do not,” he smirks, pushing up to his feet and taking me with him. “Get packed. Now.” He swats my ass hard enough to make it sting, and sends me heading for my wardrobe.
“Can I at least grab a shower first?”
“Two minutes. Get wet. Get out.”
“So shower like you fuck me? Got it.”
I giggle as he growls.
“You need to take this seriously.”
I know I should, but it doesn’t really feel real. It feels more like we’re going away for a spontaneous road trip. I can’t wait to be alone with him somewhere remote. I’m picturing a log cabin in the woods, maybe near a lake. I’m thinking of making love by an outdoor fire. I’m imagining the whole world feeling like it’s just the two of us in it.
I get into the shower and wash the sex off me. The sheer volume of his cum is impressive and seems to be increasing by the day. My inner thighs are smeared in it, my pussy is coated with it. I’m going to have to start shaving myself bare down there just to make clean up a little easier.
A banging at the door startles me. “Hurry up, Briar!”
Frowning, I turn off the water. He’s getting very bossy in his old age. Uber dominant. I can still feel the remnants from when he used his belt on my ass. He’s the same Daniel I’ve always known, but there’s more to him.
“Briar!” He opens the door. “It’s been five minutes. Get your little ass out of there now.”
I emerge from the shower to find him waiting.
“I packed for you,” he says, shoving a bag at me. “We have to go.”
I look in the bag. There’s a few of my bras and underwear, but not the comfortable ones I’d wear on the run. He’s picked the sexiest ones, the laciest ones, the ones I don’t ever actually wear except if I think I’m getting laid. Maybe they’re appropriate. I mean, I’m definitely getting laid on this trip.
“Let me grab some things.”
I grab the stuff a man wouldn’t think to grab. Tampons, comfy undies, a tube of concealer, my favorite mascara, a couple extra pairs of shoes…
“Briar!”
He’s yelling again. Goddammit.
“Calm down. I’m coming.”
“You do realize this isn’t a weekend away,” he growls. “You do realize I’m running for what might be my life, and yours.”
I take a long look at him, the serious expression transforming his face as he tries to impart the gravity of this situation.
“You’re right,” I say. “I’m going to need different shoes.”
* * *
Daniel
I want to whip her ass. I will. Later. Right now, I need to get her out of here. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, taking her with me might be the smart move. If she’s gone, they can’t go to her and get information about me. They can’t make her life unpleasant. And, unlike me, she has a car.
“Come on, girl,” I say. I have my pack in one hand. I bend down and hoist her up over my shoulder. She makes some squeaky noise about needing this, that, or the other thing. We’ve wasted enough time. I hand her bag to her as she dangles over my shoulder, and I grab a set of keys that have been hanging over her kitchen bench for as long as I’ve known her.
Briarlee squirms and gasps as I haul her out of her apartment, lock the door, and carry her cute little ass down the stairs. I am spooked by the prospect of becoming the property of the military. I am angry that I am being forced to run, after not being told that my research was approximating an already held patent. But having her with me is already calming me. She’s a distraction. A naughty, bratty, fuckable distraction. She’ll soothe me when I need to be soothed.
