“Bag in the back, it’s stocked.” I tell him coolly.
We jump over roads as he retrieves the bag and pulls out a semi automatic assault rifle. He loads it quickly and continues to fire at the vehicles.
“Tires are bullet proof too.” He yells from his position out the window.
“I’m starting to think the Cartel has gotten wind of our plans. Between the attack at the office and now this? They seem pretty upset.” I laugh.
“Ya think?” He jokes rhetorically.
“Drive for me?” I ask as I let go of the wheel and sit on the door’s windowsill.
The car slightly tweaks before steadying. I look back down to see Blake’s strong hand holding onto the steering wheel while the other holds my leg. The skin to skin contact causes goosebumps to form in its place. His eyes flick between the street ahead of us and my naked thighs.
“Focus, Blake.” I say as I throw a grenade at the tank hot on our trail.
“Trust me, I’m trying.” He groans comically. Can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual. Maybe after all this is said and done, I’ll get the distraction I’ve been seeking.
“Keep driving!” I yell as I climb back through the window and over his lap. I can only imagine his face with my ass on full display, so close to his face. I continue throwing grenades towards the armored vehicles.
“Uh, Everly.” He stutters.
“Put your dick down for ten seconds, will ya?” I say.
“No, Everly, that’s-” he gets cut off as I annoyingly huff and pop my head back into the car.
“What?” I half ask, half yell.
“Look!” He shouts while pointing towards the windshield. I look in that direction to see the bridge coming into full view with traffic blocking its path. Fuck. I throw myself back into my seat and press the microphone button on the ceiling.
“Hey guys, we’ve got an issue.” I announce nervously as our window for alternatives is closing quickly. Their voices come out together at the same time.
“Yea, we know–working on it–one second.” They cut over each other.
“Right! We will go under the bridge.” Blake shoots over their voices. I nod in approval and take the turn.
We cut the turn and drift under the bridge, driving over dirt. We crash through a metal gate, pushing further until we find the empty concrete spillway reservoir that stretches half the length of the city. Perfect.
“Seatbelt!” I demand at Blake. It’s like he knows what I’m going to do before I do it. He complies and braces himself.
My foot hits the floor and I smirk at him. We make eye contact as I wiggle my eyebrows as my finger touches the red switch. He nods with permission and I flip it. We are thrown into the back of our seats as the car launches forward to over 200 miles per hour.
“Woo!” Blake cheers over the sound of the engine.
I laugh and I mean really laugh. Harder than I probably have in years. I feel so carefree in this chaotic moment, it’s blinding. I slowly stop and look over in Blake’s direction. He looks on at me in adoration with a wide smile plastered across his face.
“I could listen to that sound forever.” This causes me to freeze.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as instincts take over. I shift into autopilot and scuffle across the car, climbing into his lap. Like a crazed woman, I grab him by his hair and pull his face to mine. His arms wrap around my body as we claim each other’s lips. This is anything but gentle. It’s aggressive and controlling. A battle of power. A fight to the death. Both ruthlessly taking what we want from each other. Wind blows my hair wildly around as if shielding us from the chaotic danger surrounding us. It blankets us in a way that makes this feel like we are the last humans on earth. It’s exhilarating and scary all at once. My hands fly to his belt, undoing it in record speed.
“You are absolutely crazy, woman.” Blake laughs psychotically in disbelief. What did I say? I'm an adrenaline junkie. Danger turns me on. I return the amusement with a laugh as I move onto his zipper. Before I can get it all the way down, Blake tenses.
“Fuck, going to have to continue this later, my love.” The pet name has me almost drooling like a needy animal. I direct my attention to see that we are running out of roadway.
I turn to him and ask, “Do you trust me?”
“Forever.” He says without any hesitation. I curtly nod in response.
I turn off auto-pilot. I have to time this perfectly or we both die. I click the microphone and tell James that we are moving toPhase C. After some complaints, he concedes. As we near the end of the strip, I whip the car around in a one hundred and eighty degree turn to which we are now facing our attackers all while continuing to drive in the direction of the roadway ending. Blake looks at me for reassurance. I softly smile at him in return. Just as we are fifty feet from the drop off, I hit the breaks as hard as I can and flip the gears into drive. We fly past the attackers before they even have time to register that they are going in the wrong direction. One by one they go over the lip and into the falls. Explosions can be heard in the distance but we don't even react. We keep eye contact until we slow to normal speed. Our breathing is erratic and we look like lunatics smiling at each other. Real life sociopaths.
