The answer comes out of the blue. DNA. Of course. I’ll get some samples and send them away, if we survive.
My life has come down to this. I must survive long enough to hurt the men who hurt me and mine. I mesh my fingers, steeple them beneath my nose as I look out over Revenant.There is my truth.
Whether to fuck Kail is therefore a minor issue. Enjoy what time is left. Live if I can. Defeating the whole cabal of billionaires who must be behind the institute and the production of frankenstructs will not be easy.
Ron and Molly have their rear porch light on, and my garage is leaking light through the side window. Did I switch that on when I hurried through? I can’t recall.
Kail goes behind me and places his hands on my shoulders, running them down my arms until he finds my hands which he caresses, finger after finger. This is surprisingly erotic, especially since I can feel the hardened length of him where he’s pressed against my rear.
I lean backward into his chest and clear my throat. Those big hands of his on mine, it’s some kind of heaven.
“Your answer?” he asks.
There it is. “I’ll say yes. For now.” Though I said that calmly, my thumping heartbeat betrays me.
“For now is good.” His grip on my wrists tightens.
Why do I feel as if I’ve stepped off a cliff? “I can walk from here.”
“I know. Just, I did promise myself I’d do this once we reached your home—carry you in.”
“Is this like…like a wedding?”
“Nope. Nothing like that. If you’d like to kiss my ring, though, just say.”
So, I grin and resign myself to being carried down to my house. After I clumsily fish the keys from the depths of my pocket, we enter through the rear door.
“Here we are. Your home.” He kicks shut the door.
“Woo-hoo! Thank god. We made it. If nothing else, I will never stop saying thank you.”
Mid-hallway, he sets me down, pulls his shirt over his head. He discards it then matter-of-factly holds me against the wall by pinning a handful of my hair above my head. His other hand lies between us, and he’s undoing my pants button, kissing me, then undoing my shirt buttons, one by one, until my shirt falls open. He scoops down my bra cups and kisses each breast. My hunger rising, I watch greedily and touch him lightly, sometimes digging my nails into his muscles.
I’m fascinated by his mouth engulfing those intimate parts of me, and by his stitched body minus the drunken haze of our first night. The lights glide over his skin and his body is a surreal but impressive work of art.
With his teeth, he tugs on parts of my breasts then kisses my skin, my areola, before devotedly sucking each nipple. My butt squeezes into the wall as I stifle my groans.
My toes curl inside my shoes and I grab his shoulders. “Fuck me,” I gasp, whining a little. I’m ready to climb the wall, climbhim, to impale myself on that erection I can visualize in detail, by the tenting of his pants.
“Shhh.” He fumbles with my zip.
I wriggle in his grasp and try to unzip his fly, but he bats away my hand. From the momentary pause, and how he studies me, I can tell he’s daring me to touch it. Like he must give permission. Eventhatexcites me. There’s a thrill to this rushed seduction—we’ve been on this road before, and I loved it.
For a moment, I remember what brought us to this—the assault outside. I don’t care. I don’t. Not now. Not yet. No one will be checking on them, tonight.
“I want to tie you up again.” He kisses my mouth as he unzips my pants and shoves them to my thighs. They hang there while he locks his gaze to mine, and the devilry in his eyes is swoonworthy.
“I think you’ve convinced me,” I murmur.
“Be good and I won’t have to punish you.”
“Punish?” His kisses were hard, my breasts sting, here and there, and that feels like the best kind of punishment.
He leans in, hand curving between my hip and the pants, encouraging them to drop further before he pushes my thighs apart and slides his hand over my mons, cupping me beneath my panties. Those fingers are heading for my slit, when I grunt await, that I wish I don’t have to.
He halts his invasion.
My pants slip to my ankles.
