Now she feels too good against me. I won’t destroy this moment when I know it might be the last.
Major comes too with a grunt and shoots ropes of cum over his own chest. For a while, all I hear is our hard, spent breathing. I look down, and Veda is almost sleeping again. Her lids are heavy. She was thoroughly fucked, and she needs a rest. I look at the clock for the first time, not surprised it’s four in the morning. It’s still dark outside.
Derrick runs to the bathroom, grabs a damp cloth, and slowly cleans her up. She sighs. A soft smile comes to her face, and my heart squeezes with this portrait of her. This moment right here, when she feels so good in my arms, when I know she feels safe. That will be what I remember when she’s gone.
The shriek of a ringing phone takes me away from my peaceful thoughts, and I flick my eyes through the room, trying to find the offending phone.
“Major.” He finds his phone somewhere in the mess of clothes and answers.
Even in the low light, it’s impossible to miss the way his face changes. Tension like no other enters the room without asking permission, and Veda opens her eyes at once, as if she can tell something has changed.
We wait in silence as Major grunts his answer into the phone. He gives us nothing until the call is over, when he puts the phone away.
“They found Mirasol.”
thirty-nine
Major
Dominic leans against the hood of his car, bathing in the soft sun of the morning, eyes shielded by sunglasses. I curse him loudly as I park my car behind his, my muscles sore from driving over three hours in pure tension. I just had the best night of my life. I should have a fucking smile on my lips, but I’m pissed off instead.
He brought me to the middle of nowhere.
There’s nothing but vast vegetation on both sides of the highway, and the last signs of life disappeared at least an hour ago. I jump out of my truck and bang the door, rolling my shoulders back.
“Where the fuck are we?”
“Good morning, Major.” He sighs and pushes against the car, stepping my way.
My eyes go to a gun in the holster on the side of his hip. I know this is Texas, but he didn’t have one when he came to the ranch a few weeks ago. The gun is a reminder of how dangerous what we are about to do is.
“I just drove for hours without knowing if the baby was safe,” I say angrily. “You gave me nothing, Dominic.”
“I gave you an address.”
Barely. He gave me coordinates, and that should have been my first clue that he was fucking with me. At each mile, I cursed him out, and now that I have arrived here, wherever here is, I know for certain that he’s playing with me. There’s no baby to be seen.
“Inside.” He nods to his car.
I lock mine and go in with a curse hanging from my lips. If he sent me on a fool's errand, I might have to kill him on the spot. The moment the doors are closed, I turn to him, full of accusations.
Dominic opens his mouth to start, but then his nostrils flare, and he narrows his eyes at me. I still smell like her. There was no way to hide the scent after what we shared, and I didn’t want to. Our scent is blended into a delicious fragrance that I will wear proudly for the rest of my days.
“So you didn’t listen to me?” he says, cocking an eyebrow.
“This is none of your business.”
“It’s not,” he agrees, starting the car. “But it’s good advice anyway.”
He is not wrong, so I swallow down the hard words I have for him. We peel off the side of the road, pressing forward and away from my car. I sit in silence for a while, wondering how far west we still have to go until he interrupts my thoughts.
“They were holding me back for a while. I had this address, but they wanted to make sure Anderson was implicated enough that he wouldn’t retaliate after we take what he thinks is his.”
“I thought the Alliance didn’t believe there was anything wrong with St. James.”
He slices me a look. “They had to accept once I handed in my investigation. I’m assuming they didn’t email back asking for forgiveness.”
We both snort with the notion. Of course they never contacted me back to inform me I was right.
