18. Chapter 18
I was heating a jar of tomato basil soup as I made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. It was one of Owen’s favorites, and since I missed him fiercely, I wanted to make it for dinner as I waited for Sid to come back—that and to distract me from worry.
He was taking too damn long.
He shouldn’t have been gone longer than five hours, even with buying a used car in cash. It was close to six at night. Sid should’ve been back three hours ago, at least.
As if by magic, the door handle turned, but as a precaution, I pulled out my gun tucked into the holster at my back and aimed it at the door.
“It’s me,” Sid said as the door cracked open.
I unchambered the bullet and put the safety back on before putting it back in my holster.
“Took you long enough,” I complained.
He cracked an arrogant smile. Asshole. “Aw, were you worried about me?”
“Nope, not one bit. I don’t even like you.”
He chuckled and pulled me into a hug before nibbling on my throat. “I think you’re lying.”
I scoffed and pulled away to remove the sandwiches from the pan and plate them before we got carried away.
“Why were you gone so long?”
“Fuck, I’m going to miss my Bronco . I headed up north, about an hour away, to hit a car dealer and hopefully throw off anyone tracking us. So, driving back took about two hours instead of one.”
I ladled the soup into bowls and brought our food to the table. Sid sat down and took a large bite of his sandwich. “So, uhm, I’ve been made by my apprentice. He was at the house,” he said with his mouth full.
I sputtered and choked on my soup. “What?” He patted my back, and I slapped him away. “What the hell, Sid!”
He just shrugged, his flippancy always irritating the shit out of me. “I’ve trained him well.”
“Still… ”
“He just followed the trail of dead bodies we left in our wake based on a hunch. It was a coincidence that I returned, and he was there.”
That was when I noticed the red line covered in dried blood across his throat. My hand fisted tightly on my spoon, hard enough to bend it. “Did he fucking do that to you?”
Sid’s fingers instinctively touched his wound. “He, ah… caught me unaware.”
I rested my head on the palm of my hand. “Jesus, Sid. See, this is what I meant when I said we’re distracted.”
“Look, Dalt… taking this job made me instantly distracted. It’s personal, and personal jobs are always distracting. I knew that going into it.”
“I’m assuming he let you go? Or did you…”
“I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re implying. We came to an understanding, but he’s rather… attached to me, so we’ve got three weeks to fix this shit before he hunts me down and drags me back home.”
“And kills me.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“What if you have to make that choice?”
Sid sighed, getting serious. “The thought crossed my mind. I really don’t want to go down that road if I don’t have to. Let’s just make sure I never have to make those decisions.”
I heard what he wasn’t saying. He had a closer connection to his family than to me. He’d probably choose them, and I couldn’t say I would blame him, but it also made me trust Sid a little less.
“And your apprentice will stay silent to the rest of your family? ”
“Yes, because he’s more mine than theirs. They had no idea he’d found me already. Regardless, we need to keep moving, so we’re out of here tomorrow.”
“Where to?”
“I want to stick to small towns, if we can, and stay on the outskirts at motels for quick escapes. We can get swallowed up in big cities, but there are also fucking cameras everywhere. We’d be easily tracked once they found our faces. I was thinking about Charles Town, West Virginia, next. It’s only thirty miles away, but I don’t want to head too far out in case we need to hurry back into DC or to get Owen.”
I dunked my sandwich into the soup and took a bite. “Have you considered what we can do with the evidence?” I asked with my mouth full.
“I have some ideas.”
“Besides killing them,” I added.
“We may have to, Boy Scout. But do you know what I would love? To have Speaker Rush suddenly so overcome with guilt that he puts a fucking bullet into his brain.”
“You mean urge him to kill himself…”
He shrugged. “Whatever works. I don’t mind killing men like that. Men like my uncle deserve to die. Prison is too good for them. I only wished my uncle suffered a bit more, but at least he was aware long enough to know it was me who ended him. And people like Rush? He’d end up in prison for maybe six months if we can even get him convicted. So yeah, I don’t mind doing what they did to your friend Evelyn. I’d relish watching him take a sharp blade and cut along his veins until he bled out, crying about his sad and woeful fucking life. And he would because men like that are cowards and have no remorse for hurting young girls and boys.”
I swallowed at his words, suddenly no longer hungry. It wasn’t what Sid had said that bothered me. I knew what he was and what he did for a living. It was me questioning whether I was really all that good because I didn’t think I would be bothered too much if Sid did that to Rush.
Everything I held dear and believed in had been shattered. I wasn’t ignorant. I chose to join the FBI because I knew how bad the world could be and understood that even within our own government, there were bad men. But this? Killing a young, trafficked girl, unintentionally or not, and then covering it up was vile. Did they do that to young girls often? The cover-up had been so costly that they literally hunted me like I was prey, putting not only my life at risk, but that of my son. And they killed Evelyn. Don’t even get me started on the recklessness of the car chases, risking innocent bystanders.
“Enough about this,” Sid said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Let’s have sex, then we can move on tomorrow.”
I smirked and shook my head. “Is sex all you think about? What did we just talk about regarding distractions?”
He leaned forward and pursed his lips. I also leaned forward and kissed him, leaving him with a smile on his face. “It’s a distraction worth having. I plan to corrupt your body as much as I can for as long as I can. If I can have that before I die, then I’ll die a happy man.”
What the hell? Why not?
I drank my water, wiped my mouth, and stood. Sid watched my every movement as if sensing what I planned to do. I moved around the table as he turned to face me, still sitting. I shoved my leg between his thighs and spread his knees apart before dropping to the floor and reaching for the button of his jeans, popping them open.
“You want a taste of me, Boy Scout?”
I glanced up at him as I unzipped his pants. “Yes.”
One thing Sid was right about was that we didn’t know how much time we had left. Even if my life went back to normal, the likelihood that Sid and I would still be a thing wasn’t probable. Even so, I was still a single dad, and we wouldn’t be able to do this nearly as much with a young child.
Would I want Sid involved in my life with my son?
What I needed to do was get the fuck out of my head and focus on Sid’s cock swelling through his jeans.
I grabbed the band of his pants on either side of his hips and tugged. But instead of lifting his ass so I could pull him out, he eased me back and stood.
“Pull my pants and underwear down,” he ordered.
I wasn’t used to having a man be so dominant over me, but I kind of liked it, too.
I did as he ordered, tugging down his jeans and underwear to his thighs as he fisted himself and slowly pumped his length.
Before Sid even asked, I opened my mouth. He grinned almost maniacally as he slid his cock in. Saltiness burst on my tongue as I inhaled his amber scent and arousal.
“Can you take me deep?”
I shrugged since I couldn’t talk with my mouth full. I’d never been a deep-throater, especially with Sid’s size, but I’d do my best .
“That’s okay. You’re more than welcome to choke on it,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling. He’d definitely like that.
He was thick, so my mouth stretched wide. Shit, it’d been so long; my jaw was going to kill afterward.
“Touch me,” he ordered. “Just not… there.”
He didn’t need to remind me. I never would.
I grabbed him at the base with one hand and fondled his balls, rolling them with the other.
Sid fisted my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “I want to see your gorgeous, dark eyes water for me.”
Jesus. My own cock swelled, trying to punch through my jeans, his demanding words turning me on for some reason. Perhaps because it was the ownership Sid was claiming.
Sid’s blue eyes turned black and serious as his closed mouth stretched thin, watching me, and looking a little feral.
“I never once believed I’d have you on your knees for me, choking on me. Fuck… This right here will be in my fantasies as long as I live.”
His words spurred me to take him deeper. I gagged for a second, the saliva pooling, unable to swallow it, so it leaked out of the corners of my mouth. He pushed deeper, and I gagged again, trying to breathe through it, but it wasn’t easy. My eyes watered and spilled down my face.
“Goddamn, Boy Scout… you’re fucking stunning. Take me more. I need more.”
Sid pressed his hands on either side of my head to keep me still as he pumped and pumped. I pushed against his pelvis to keep from gagging so much I wouldn’t be able to continue, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Sounds of wet gagging, slurping, and his grunts filled the room.
“I’m so close… so close. More, Dalt… I need more.”
I doubled my efforts, sucking him hard and using my tongue while struggling to breathe. It was my first face fucking. It was completely salacious and hot. I felt like a damn porn star. Though ‘ star ’ may have been stretching it.
His fingers dug into my skull as he bit his bottom lip. Suddenly, a rush of cum filled my mouth, pulsing and pumping. Because I couldn’t swallow, it leaked out of my mouth, spilling down my chin and onto my lap. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Sid pulled out.
“Swallow it,” he demanded.
I gasped and swallowed as much as possible. My face and clothes were a mess, covered in drool and his cum.
Sid’s eyes narrowed as he fell to his knees, grabbed my face with two hands, and licked the corner of my mouth before pulling me into one of his all-consuming, aggressive kisses.
My fingers clawed at his arms, still struggling to breathe after getting hammered by his cock, and my jaw aching like hell. My heart pounded painfully against my chest, feeling owned by Sid. Like I’d become an object rather than a partner—I fucking loved it.
He finally let me gasp in some air, still holding onto my face and looking at me with intense eyes as if his thoughts warred against each other.
“Everything I’ve gone through was worth it to have you like this. ”
My heart stopped for a second before hammering again. Fuck, Sid was so intense. I didn’t know whether he said those words because he got lost in the moment or if he truly meant them, but they made me feel special. Like only I mattered in this world. Sure, he was trying to save my life, which was also special, but now I felt like I truly belonged to him, and he belonged to me.