The next thirty minutes, I’m lost in thought as I walk aimlessly. It doesn’t take me long to land in front of my door once more. This is how I know my head is a mess. I made a giant circle around the city, just to end up back home. Once I’m inside, I collapse against the front door and think about my options.
I could ignore Chris from here on out, but I doubt he would just let that slide. I know for a fact that Cano wouldn’t. I’m too involved to drop off the planet.
I could play along like my mind isn’t a fucking mess of confliction. This is most likely the best option to keep me alive. The one I should take.
Or I can spill my guts to Chris and pray that he really is the good guy I get to see glimpses of. Trust when he says that he can get me out and take the opportunity.
As desperately as I want to take option number three, I know it’s not safe to do so. I don’t know enough about Chris to trust hiswords completely. And if I’m risking my life for my brother, and for these artifacts, I need one-hundred-percent complete trust in Chris and his word.
Chapter 15
Adam
The phone vibrating on the nightstand almost gets thrown against the wall before I realize it’s most likely Oscar.
“Yeah,” I grumble, answering the phone.
“First of the few deliveries is in thirty minutes. Get there and pick it up immediately.” Oscar hangs up just as quickly as he called.
Fuuuuuuck. I don’t want to wake up Nova, and I don’t want to bring her along.
I look over at her barely visible head. A faint smile paints a picture of what could be if everything was different. I whisper her name once, in the name of trying to wake her up but hoping she stays asleep. Nova doesn’t budge. She’s sleeping so soundly this is probably the first time she’s gotten good sleep in forever.
I roll slowly out of bed, careful not to wake up Nova, and quickly head to the bathroom. I flip the shower to cold, my hand automatically going to my morning wood as I step in.
Pleasure washes over me—pleasure that I hoped would get washed down the drain with the freezing-cold shower, but nosuch luck. Guess that’s what happens when you sleep naked next to the woman you’re crushing on.
Flashes of Nova’s body, so soft and warm, run through my head as I grab the soap that smells like her. As I run my soaped-up hands along my body, I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like if they were Nova’s. Her small yet strong hands taking control. Touching me wherever she damn well pleases.
I was so close to saying “fuck it” this morning, but we were both exhausted. Judging by how quickly Nova fell asleep, it was the right call. It didn’t stop me from reveling in the feel of her against me.
My hand reaches my dick, and my lack of control takes over. The soapy friction puts me on edge in minutes.
What would it be like if Nova was on her knees for me? What would it be like to be on mine for her?
God, I’d do that in a second. I’d worship her.
If only our lives weren’t in tough spots.
Or she knew who I really was.
I shake my head, focusing on the feel of my hand as it slides up and down my shaft.
My free hand slams against the shower tile as visions of Nova dancing on stage pop into my head. I imagine her dancing just for me, and I’m a goner.
I come with a grunt, desperate to keep quiet so I don’t wake up the woman I’m fantasizing about. Lord knows she doesn’t need to see what kind of dirty bastard I am with her in the other room.
The rest of the shower is uneventful, thank God, because I’m running late thanks to my horny detour. Within another five minutes, I’m in my SUV—with damp hair—and heading toward Bella’s and the cave.
Since Nova isn’t here this time, I’m going to attempt to sneak some pictures of who’s delivering things so I can relay theinformation to my team. She’s been a wealth of information even if I hate that I’m using her in order to get it.
The wait doesn’t take long, and neither does finding a hiding spot behind some bushes that have a clear view of the cave opening. Two minutes later, the first delivery shows up, giving me clear pictures of the man.
Me:
Am I dropping this off ASAP or waiting until all come in?
I’m careful to word it so it’s ambiguous. I don’t want to spook Oscar.
