Our frantic sex session ends when someone desperate for the bathroom bangs on the door while we’re lazily kissing and enjoying the afterglow warmth of the post-orgasm haze. We slip out together, order a drink from the bar, and spend half an hour just holding hands and drinking until tiredness creeps in. It’s been one hell of a stressful day.
We’re almost back at the motel when Faina suddenly grabs my hand and drags me into a nearby alley. Shoving me up against the wall, she presses her entire body against me and my tired cock twitches in interest as I wrap my arms around her.
“Another round?”
“Hush,” she murmurs, covering my mouth with one hand and peering slightly out of the alley.
Okay, not sex related. The tension I’d escaped suddenly creeps back into my shoulders and my loving caress of her waist turns into a protective hold. Danger?
“The motel is being watched,” she says softly.
“How can you tell?”
“There are no lights in the main office and there are always lights there. The cafe next to it has the blinds down and the pottery removed from the front, which means someone wants a fast getaway, and the two black cars parked bumper to bumper across the street.” She leans back into me and nudges her noseagainst my chin. “That’s what I would do if I were lying in wait to snatch someone.”
“So, Hexagon finally found us from the ferry?”
Faina nods. “Or they know we were at the party.”
“Do you think they know you stole information?”
“Doubtful but… fuck, my laptop is in there.”
“Can they crack it?”
“No. Well…” Her brow furrows and she sighs deeply. “I don’t think so, but we have to assume they will. Erik will wipe everything the second he knows we’re compromised.”
“How will he tell?”
Faina shrugs one shoulder and lightly pats my bicep. “We have code words we’d exchange but again, with Hexagon, we have to assume they can access them from the logs. I need to find a secure connection and contact Erik, but until then, we have to assume they know we’re tracking the money.”
“And they’ll divert it all, won’t they?”
“Yup.” Faina puffs out her cheeks and takes my hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Following her out of the opposite end of the alley, we disappear into the night and run for a couple of miles until we’re in a quiet enough area. From there, I break into a car and we drive off into the night, leaving behind the motel and the fake names we used to stay there. Faina rests in the passenger seat with her hand lingering on my thigh, purely a comforting touch that I eagerly soak up as we weave through the winding streets and drive deeper and deeper into the heart of the city.
But I’m tired. Weight clings to my eyelids with every blink and my stability on the road grows questionable.
“Pull over,” Faina says eventually. “You look dead on your feet.”
“So do you.”
“Then pull over.”
“And let them catch us?”
“Cian.” She straightens up in her seat and leans forward, pointing past me. “There’s a dirt road there. Let’s take it. Soon as you see a turn off, take that. We’ll park up for the night. You need rest.”
“Youneed rest,” I shoot back, slightly irritated, but I follow her request and drive up the dirt road until I spot an opening in the shrubbery that takes us to a perfect little pocket of ground where we can park the car and sink into darkness.
“You know I just don’t want us to crash,” Faina murmurs in the dark. “We’re no good to anyone mangled in a car wreck.”
“I know.”
“Is your attitude because you’re tired?”
“That and I was looking forward to sleeping in a bed after the shit we saw tonight.”
