We thanked him and turned back to the elevator, going to the 23rdfloor.
The doors opened and we started forward but then froze. In the shadows, a figure moved. We stared for a long moment before I spoke.
“Eleanor?”
Chapter 57 - Riot
Close your windows at night.
Ilay beside Eleanor in the truck, both of us naked, calm, and drunk. She slept against me, but I couldn’t even begin to close my eyes. I stared up at the roof of the truck, listening to the chemical rain pound down against the metal.
What had we done?
I didn’t regret it. It was the best sex I’d ever had. I’d never slept with anyone without a condom, and it was incredible, but this was different. It was the connection I felt that intensified everything. Although how tight her walls hugged my cock was nice too. I don’t think I’d ever felt a pussy that wet, or tight before.
I hadn’t been lying about what I said last night.
I was in love with her. The girl I’d been ordered to protect.
Fuck me.
I stayed still, holding her for the first time without my gloves. She was just as soft as I’d imagined. I could hold her forever if she let me.
The morning came and the storm slowed to a drizzle. Once the sun was up the rain came to a complete stop. The sun coming through the window gently roused Eleanor. She moaned and sat up slowly.
“My head hurts. Where— oh.” She saw me first and then blushed deeply.
I saw her memory from last night returning fast. Her eyes widened and she scrambled to find her shirt. It didn’t matter, the truck was small, she wasn’t able to simply cover up. I’d seen everything already and she’d seen all of me. She was still staring.
I let her look, putting my hands behind my head. My cock responded to her surprised expression.
She was cute.
“We— Riot, we?—”
“Had some of the hottest sex either of us has experienced? Yeah, we did.” I laughed. She slapped my thigh, accidentally grazing my cock in the process. She yelped and I sat up, reaching for my clothes.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She was obviously processing things.
“Yes, I mean, I don’t know,” she sighed. “This is such a mess. I shouldn’t have come out here.”
“Why did you then?” I grew defensive. Was she regretting what we did? Because I wouldn’t be saying sorry.
“Because I heard something. I told you, I thought something was in the house and I got scared.”
I stiffened. “You heard something? What did it sound like?”
Her eyes grew wide and she shuddered. “It started with a clicking sound and then there was a growl, but… wet.”
A click and a wet growl?
“Did you see anything?” I tied my boots and buttoned my pants back up. She shook her head.
“No, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was there. It was probably just the storm.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was an etgar. Fuck me,” I sighed and opened the door. “Stay here. Unless you want piss to run down your leg.”
“An etgar?”
