Eventually we can’t hold back, so we fumble out of enough of our clothes for him to get his cock into my pussy. We fuck like that against the high desktop, still holding on to each other as frantically as we were when we were hugging.
My emotions are far too out of control for me to focus on an orgasm. The friction of his cock moving inside me triggers little flutters of my pussy that feel so good I moan and gasp, but they never mount to a full climax, and I don’t even care.
I love this. All of it. And I need it more than anything else.
So does Ben. I know it for sure as he grunts and pushes into me until he pulls out at the last second to come in messy spurts between our bodies.
Afterward, we keep clinging to each other. Hot and breathless and shamelessly needy.
Maybe nothing significant has changed afterward, but it feels like it has.
It feels like the world might have reshaped itself.
Maybe it’s sappy romanticizing of a universe that’s forever been bleak and brutal at its core.
But maybe it’s real.
Maybe this has always been what love does.
26
We move outin small groups, starting in the middle of the afternoon. A large force traveling together would draw attention, and that would be catastrophic for our plans.
So group by group, our entire company vacates the outpost.
We won’t need this place after tonight. We leave our captives locked in the cell. They’ll be found and freed soon enough, but we can’t set them free until we’ve made our move.
Ben and I are the last to leave.
We’re driving one of the combat trucks, and in the back of it are most of our remainingexplosives.
The Arsenal isa large sprawling building set in a valley surrounded by hills. While higher ground would be more easily guarded, the building and grounds needed too large a stretch of flat land to be constructed on. And the isolated location in the middle of abandoned, hilly grassland makes it a challenging target.
Attackers can’t get close without being spotted by the posted guards.
Reports from our people have been radioed throughout the afternoon as they’ve taken their positions. Ben and I stop just before the crest of the tallest hill so we can double check that everyone is ready.
It’s about an hour before sunset. The guards rotate into the night shift in five minutes. The plans given to us by Gabriel, the palace administrator who stole the information before he defected, are almost a year old, but all our checks have proved they’re still accurate.
Evening shift change is the best time to make our move because that’s when day workers have left, guard staff is fewest, and everyone is distracted. Four more minutes, and it will begin.
Ben and I sit in silence, him twirling his ring and me watching the clock, until we’re one minute out.
He nods at me as I climb out of the truck with my automatic rifle. There are a few trees beside the road right at the top of the hill, so I walk over to take cover in them.
Ben slowly drives the combat truck to the top of thehill. Then he gets out to lock the steering and the accelerator before he shifts the vehicle into drive again.
The truck starts rolling down the hill, pointed toward the front gate of the electrified fence around the Arsenal.
It’s an official Central Cities vehicle so none of the perimeter guards will see anything suspicious about it until it closes in on the gate.
And doesn’t slow down.
It’s moving fast and straight as an arrow as it approaches. Guards start to shout out warnings as it gets close.
Ben has joined me in the trees, holding the remote trigger for the explosives in his right hand. He hits it right as the truck is crashing through the front gate.
The explosion is impressive, loud and dramatic and destructive. It takes out the gate and even some fencing surrounding it, plus all the guards within range of the blast.
