He’s a rock. As sturdy as the concrete that surrounds us.Maybe more.
“There’s one thing still bothering me,” he rumbles.
I cock my head. “You still worried about the meeting?”
“Nah,” he grunts. “Even if he’s planning something, he’s too late.”
I nod. “Realistically, he had to know evicting us would prompt retaliation.”
“I’m sure he thinks he knows what we’re gonna do…” He smirks.
I bite my lip, and his eyes fall to it. Then he bites his own, settling some heat in my gut that reminds me of how long it’s been since I had his ankles in the air.
Not very long at all in the grand scheme of amounts of time, but still… We went from nonstop fucking over the summer, to dedicating a majority of our time to mutiny preparations. It’s been a lot of added stress and long hours.
Not to mention as of last night we’re officially homeless…
I miss being able to sink into him any time he gives me one of thosehungry Vellelooks. Cock of a pierced eyebrow, tug of a plump lip between his teeth, and I’d have his pants around his thighs, and my cock in my fist, being guided into him slowly…
Listening to the way he always purrs a rough, choked welcoming sound at that firstdeepthrust…
“Still no sign of Bird Bird,” Brenner’s voice comes over the walkie, startling us both out of our lustful thoughts.
The way Velle’s chest is heaving tells me he was seeing the same sort of thing I was. Which has me wanting to make it happen all the more.
“Ten-four,” Velle croaks to Brenner. “All good in the Attic?”
“Yea, Joy’s with Bert and Ernie,” he replies, and Velle chuckles. “This storm is pretty bad, man. The lightning’s no joke. I almost got struck just trying to get to the bunker.”
Something serious flashes over Velle’s face. “Get the hell away from that guard tower. I mean it…”
“Yea, yea. No worries,” Brenner mutters.
Velle sighs, shaking his head as he checks his watch. “Just keep an eye out.”
“Ten-four.”
The cop in me can’t help but scrutinize him. He’s not always the easiest dude to get a read on, but I’ve gotten better at picking up his cues.
There’s something he’s not saying.
“What’s on your mind?” I brush my fingers along his jaw. He blinks at me. “You said there was something still bothering you.”
He relaxes a bit, leaning into me. “The girl.”
Ah… I see.
“I really wish we’d found out for sure if that’s her in that cell,” he adds.
“You think it’d make that big a difference?” My brow arches.
“Only fuck yes,” he says with surety that brings a chuckle out of me. “Once we get the control room, I could find a way to get her out. There’s supposed to be a manual override…”
I get where he’s coming from. The intel he got from Ren months back about a mystery girl in the prison wound up being verified when we learned of the existence of a girl from The Ivory’s past named Avianna Alvarez. It’s unclear whetherAviannais the person locked in the secret cell off the East… None of us knows who this person is or where she came from, and we don’t have access to the cell. Not anymore.
But if itisthis Avianna girl, and The Ivory is holding her for a reason, she’d make a pretty excellent piece of leverage.
“Well, it won’t hurt to at least check her out, once we have the control room,” I offer some optimism to ease his mind. “Hopefully, my dad will come through with more details.”
