“Now, baby. Come for me,” he whispered. He thrust into her, filling her completely.
The world disintegrated and she called his name, coming apart as pleasure took her over. She tightened and held on, her eyes shutting, and let the ecstasy take her away. When she came down with a soft sob, he dropped his head to her neck and shoved hard, coming with a shudder.
She went limp.
He took care of the condom and dragged the covers over them, turning her into his arms. “Rest for a couple of minutes. Then we’re going again.”
She murmured against him, tucked in, warm and full of bourbon. “We have about an hour.”
A sharp rap on the door pierced the silence. “The moon is full, but there are clouds now. It’s time you folks went home,” Greyson rumbled.
Sami sighed and moved away from the warmth. “So much for going slow next time.”
Chapter Ten
The world doesn’t create darkness. I’ve found that truedarkness, the real kind, comes from within.
—Tace Justice
The tension gripping Tace finally abated as they reached Vanguard territory in the same crappy truck they’d used before. Damon drove, which explained why the guy hadn’t been lifting his glass and cheering with everyone the night before.
The drive had taken three hours, but they hadn’t seen another soul. No Rippers, no rogue gang members, no lost civilians. It was as if the world had taken the night off.
Dawn had yet to break, but the moon poked through the clouds enough to provide plenty of illumination. Sami had fallen asleep curled into his side like a little kitten. That’d make a great nickname for her, but he knew the first time he used it, he’d get a fist to the face. The pain might be worth it to have a special name between them. Man, he was losing it.
She shifted against him, and he settled an arm around her.
“No,” she breathed.
He stiffened, ready to back off, and then realized she was dreaming. “Sami.”
She bolted upright with a scream that had Damon jerking the wheel to the left. He corrected and slowed down. “What the hell?”
Tace grabbed Sami’s arms and turned her toward him. “Wake up. It’s just a nightmare.”
She blinked and reality returned to her eyes. Several deep and shuddering breaths wracked her small body, and then she relaxed. “I’m fine.”
“Now that was a nightmare,” Damon murmured, driving around a pile of shoe boxes.
Tace frowned. “Are you all right?”
She nodded, her face pale. “Fine. Just a bad dream.”
“What about?” Tace asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing.” Then she looked around and brightened. “We’re home.”
Damon drove up to the first barrier, and the guards let them pass after seeing Tace.
“You comin’ in?” Tace asked Damon when the truck rolled to a stop outside the large gate.
“No.” The ex-cop craned his neck to look up at the cloudy sky. “I think I can make it back before it’s too light.” He left the engine running but jumped out of the truck.
Sami smiled, looking about sixteen years old. Her hair was mussed around her face, and her skin was nearly translucent in the moonlight. “Sorry I fell asleep.”
“You were tired.” Tace gave an “all okay” wave to the guards nearest the wide gate.
She blinked, and roses filled her cheeks. “Yeah, but still.”
