And to think we could have been doing this all along.
Fuck me.
He thrusts deeper and faster, his fingers digging into my skin as he starts to lose control, and when his pelvis grinds against my sensitive clit again, I can’t hold back a second longer. I bite down on his lip, and everything clenches as my world detonates.
Every piece of me shatters like glass, and I struggle to keep quiet as I pant against his warm lips, my walls convulsing around his thick cock. But he doesn’t dare stop, doesn’t hold back as he keeps thrusting those powerful hips, taking me right to the edge of insanity.
My fucking soul escapes my body as the overwhelming high takes over, pulsing through my veins like pure ecstasy.
“Fuuuck,” he groans against my lips, his fingers digging into my skin just as he stills, pouring hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt as I continue spasming, my hips taking on a life of their own.
Stone relaxes as I come down from my high, and my soul crashes right back inside my body. My head drops forward, catching on his big shoulder, and I struggle to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, keeping my voice low as the sound of cops walking back and forth comes to the forefront of my mind.
How could I have been so reckless? Fuck me, that was stupid, but you won’t see me taking it back.
Stone slowly pulls out of me and fixes himself back inside his pants.
“Come on,” he murmurs, lowering me back to the ground, not releasing me until he knows I’m steady. “Get dressed, and then we’ve gotta figure out how the fuck we’re going to get out of here without being seen.”
I grin up at him, knowing we’re fifty shades of fucked. “What? Escape hundreds of cops, SWAT, and a goddamn helicopter on foot? Please! It’ll be a walk in the park.”
24
STONE
It’s been anything but a fucking walk in the park.
Every step, every turn, every fucking breath I take closes us in. Cops have been raiding the city. They’re not taking any chances, and for now, we’re fucking trapped. They’ve called in the goddamn calvary, and now, instead of blending in with a city that minds their business, I’m doing nothing but standing out.
That ten-million-dollar bounty on my head got leaked to the media, and now every bastard and his dog thinks they can take me down, and I get it. If I had access to ten million dollars, giving me the chance to give Aria a better life, and all I had to do was subdue and hand over one single man in my city, I’d be all over it. The only problem with that is when people put themselves between me and freedom, they’re bound to get hurt.
Getting away from the harbor three days ago was a challenge, but after cutting through buildings and finding our way out threeblocks down, we were able to steal a car from the gas station and hide deep within the city.
The original plan was to take off. I could have come back at any time without Aria to deal with the rest of my kill list. I could have waited until the heat on my back died down. I could have kept her far away from this shit, but as we drove through the streets, listening to the recaps of the police search on the radio, discovering that there were no bodies in the Honda, we quickly found every road out of the city was blocked.
We were trapped like sitting fucking ducks. So now, we’re laying low.
It’s been a shitshow, and I hate that I’ve put Aria in this position. She deserves better than being on the run like this. Better than spending her days scavenging for food, water, clean clothes, and showers. It’s not been easy. Everything we accumulated over the past week went hurtling into the harbor with the Honda. We had to start over, but now with the eyes of the city on us, we can’t be as resourceful. Hell, we might even be better off heading back to the woods.
The old Riley would have gotten a thrill out of this, but Aria . . . I’m not sure. She’s more reserved. She doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere, and as we hide out in an old warehouse, we’ve done nothing but fuck to pass the time. She’s content being here by my side, even if it means implicating herself in my shit. But it won’t come to that, because we’re not going to get caught.
Watching out the window, I focus on the cars passing, making sure that’s all they’re doing, when Aria strides in after appointing herself the designated food scrambler. “Okay, that was a huge fail,” she says, after having just spent the last twenty minutes ransacking the warehouse directly opposite us. It’s after hours, and the last employee went home a little over an hour ago, and after spending the whole day psyching herself up and putting together a plan to break in after dark, she’s finally comeback . . . almost empty-handed. “Apart from a moldy sandwich in the break room, we’re out of luck. All I found was a bag of outdated chips.”
“Shit,” I mutter, gazing over to another warehouse on this street. It’s not ideal. There are still workers inside, but it’s bigger, and the chances of feeding Aria are much better. But I’ll be damned if I send her in. Not when there’s no guarantee of her safety. But come tomorrow, we’re going to have to find somewhere new to camp out. This warehouse isn’t sustainable for us. We need better access to food and water, and preferably clean clothes.
Aria walks straight into my arms and tries to hand me the little bag. “Here. Eat them.”
I shake my head and push her hand away. “I’m good, Menace,” I say, hearing her stomach rumble and feeling like a piece of shit for doing this to her. “They’re yours.”
She lets out a heavy sigh, glancing down at the bag with a cringe. “There’s really no telling how long these have been sitting in that cupboard.”
“Your call,” I say with a smirk. “But remember, we haven’t got running water, and your stomach isn’t exactly made out of steel. An ill timed hiccup could bring you to your knees.”
She gives me a hard stare. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve solved my digestive issues, thank you very much. I’m not a prisoner to my guts like I once was. I just can’t eat gluten. Or anything with dairy. Oh, and I have to have my morning coffee at least two hours before I leave the safety of my home, because well . . . you know.”
“So, basically anything good is off the table.”
