A shrill sound filled the car, and Avit's lips slowly left mine. He dug into pocket, pulled out his phone, and listened.
“Yes, she's with me.”
Shit. I hadn’t really thought about what would happen to Wexler if I managed to go rogue…again.
“Secure the perimeter. We might be here for a while.”
Avit hung up and slammed his phone into the console, barely giving me a second to breathe before his lips were back on mine, crashing against them hungrily. His hands clawed at my clothes while mine tore at his, fingers digging into every taut muscle, raking over his chest as his thumbs pinched and twistedmy nipples, fire shooting straight through me with every frantic, fevered touch.
“Take off your pants. Now, angel. I need you,” he growled breathlessly against my lips.
Reluctantly, we pulled back, my heart hammering so fast it felt like it might explode. Avit fumbled in his seat, discarding the rest of his clothes, while I shed my sneakers, socks, pants, and panties in a frantic blur. When the AC hit my bare skin, I didn't even shiver, because the heat that was coursing through my veins felt like a damn inferno.
I scrambled over the console and fell onto him, and he pushed me down, holding me tight. My hands tangled in his hair, gripping, pulling him closer as I sank onto him. The car rocked with every impatient thrust, our moans and grunts ricocheting between the walls of the tiny space, feeding our desires.
I felt myself coming apart from the inside.
“Harder! Harder!” I screamed, desperate, grabbing at him, pulling him closer, needing more.
Avit answered with a growl, every thrust driving deeper, harder, until my back arched and my nails dug into him. “Ace!” I cried, my voice ragged, breaking as I tipped over the edge.
He didn’t let up. He slammed into me a few more times, then held me down, rocking me back and forth viciously while his fingers relentlessly moved against my clit, driving me higher, faster, until my vision blurred and stars exploded behind my eyes.
I’d never known it was possible to unravel while completely unravelling.
When the storm finally ebbed, I sagged limp across his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, hands slack on his waist. His strokes along my back softened, and I moaned. His cock twitched inside me.
“Do you know what you do to me, angel?” he asked huskily, goosebumps rippling across my skin.
I looked up at him and smiled. “I think I have an idea, Ace.”
His answering smile was tender. And when his lips met mine this time, it wasn’t frantic or hungry, but…gentle, sweet, intimate.
His hands cupped my ass, guiding me, rocking me slowly over his cock. The lazy rhythm made him swell thicker inside me, and a soft moan escaped before I could stop it. He kissed down my throat, across my chest. I leaned back, giving him room to tease my breasts with warm licks and soft nips until he finally took my nipple into his mouth. I moaned as my body lit up once more under his touch.
This time, when we moved together, it was a quiet, aching rhythm. And when we became undone again, neither of us spoke.
Avit held me in his arms, like he didn’t want to let go. It felt like we both knew this was the last intimate moment we'd share together, one final moment we were trying to stretch out as long as possible.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Good things never stayed in my life for long. Happiness never lasted. I’d learned to accept it, and somehow, I’d learn to accept losing Avit, too.
A lone tear slipped down my cheek as sleep pulled me under, still cradled in his arms.
I woke up the next day in my room—and in my pajamas. After getting ready for class, I made my way into the kitchen, but Avit was nowhere in sight.
I found him instead in the office, glaring at his laptop. I asked what was wrong, but he brushed it off. When I leaned in to peek at the screen, he snapped the laptop shut.
I asked him what he was hiding from me, and he said nothing. And we argued about it. Then, in the middle of it, he slipped.
He’d found a memory card, but it was heavily encrypted, and he couldn’t crack it. He needed leverage to use on Oskar, so he'd know not to mess with them again.
I told him I wanted to help. He refused, insisting I'd already sacrificed enough time and needed to focus on school. That only made me angrier. I told him if he didn’t let me see the damn thing, I’d march straight back to the warehouse myself and find the intel another way.
Thirty minutes later, after our stubborn back-and-forth, he finally, reluctantly, gave in.
I may not be able to stay forever, but I’d drag out my time with Avit for as long as I could. I’d help him with this one last thing before I walked away—from his house, and from his life—for good.
A few more days had passed since then, and today, my eyes fluttered open, and I groaned. My head felt swollen, and a sharp pain pulsed behind my eyes. I pushed myself upright and glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes until I had to leave. Perfect.
