Palms on the tiles, her ass up, water sluices off her beautiful spine. Her butt cheeks tighten as I clutch them and increase my pace. She bucks back so hard, she nearly topples me off the slippery plank floor, but even as my ears ring, I don’t stop.
“Come with me.” I’m using every ounce of control to hold off my high.
Water flies, I press her to the wall under the shower head, and she’s so close, she hisses.
I drive deep, her muscles shudder, and she shouts, “Fuuuuck.”
Balls coiled, my spine tingles, and I hold back the tide of pleasure about to shoot from my tip. Looking over her shoulder, she forcefully shoves her ass to my body. As my point hits her quivering womb. I’m transported to a dimension of unearthly pleasure.
I have no idea how long it takes to empty my juices, but during the exquisite torture, I visit a place I never want to leave. It’s only when she waves her wrinkled finger pads in front of my face do I move.
Our eyes meet. Hell yeah, we’re on the same page.
“Don’t say it.” Her lids flutter.
“I won’t luv, I promise.” Whatever consequences need to come about from the last days’ misadventures, I won’t nag.
“But Moishe…”
“I understand.”
“You do?”
I nod. “How about we get some shuteye? In the morning, we’ll put this chapter behind us and go home.”
Chapter 12
Landy
Exhausted, every muscle in my body aching, I fall into bed. In the night, we cycle through phases of making love and sleeping. Every time he enters me, the trauma of the last few days fades away.
Around noon, hunger takes precedence over sexual desire, and as we roll out of bed, Dash checks his messages. “If we want that ride home on Grayson’s jet, we should go.”
“Not a problem, but I’ll need clean clothes.” It may be my imagination, but I swearEau du adult diaperpermeates the small room.
Dash butterfly kisses my scrunched-up nose. “I’ll ask around. I’m sure the base has spares. Be right back.”
Shooting me a heated smile, he tugs his jeans over his tight ass and pulls a shirt over his well-defined abs. While he’s gone, I shower outside and as I towel dry my hair, a familiar ring tone sounds beside the bed.
Wow. Dash saved my cellphone?“Hello?”
“Beeeetch. Listen up.” The familiar male voice sends a chill down my spine but fear quickly turns to anger.
“How’s the smashed testicle?” Hopefully, his sex life is ruined forever.
“Check inbox.” After he hangs up, I scroll through my emails until I find the one from him.
No way.Stunned, I pace and when Dash returns, I show him my phone screen. “Do you think he’s bluffing?”
“Give it here.” Dropping a bag at my feet, he thumbs my keyboard and when done, hands it back. “I forwarded your email to Caleb. If it’s true, the Twitter-verse will be the first to announce it.”
Finding an XXL t-shirt with an American flag on the front, I slip it over my head, while my bounty hunter reaches in a back pocket and pulls forth his vibrating phone.
“Hello? Right… Copy that.”
Hanging up, he sits on the bed and pulls me to his lap. “Trencher’s going to alert New York City’s Joint Task Force and wants to know if Egonov said anything else?”
“No, nothing.” My mind races. Back when I kicked his groin, I had no idea he was capable of terrorism on this scale. Had I only known, I would’ve killed him before we ended up here.
