Chapter 32
Trinity
I stare out of the train’s rear window at the Texas terrain, a strange mix of lush farmland and desert that zips past us as we pick up speed.
Andrei Kruschev is long gone, a speck of road rash on the side of the tracks. If we’d been moving any faster, I think he’d be dead.
Nausea roils in my gut at the thought. I don’t want anyone else’s death on my hands. Yes, the man tried to abduct me and was choking me, but I don’t think he intended to kill me.
He wanted the drive.
I can’t figure out how he—how anyone—found out about my secrets. I’ve never told a soul before Finn the other day.
For now, though, Kruschev is dust in the wind. A worry for another time.
Behind me, Brody grunts. “Where the hell are we going, anyway?”
He’s still panting from the fight, his face red and his shirt covered in dirt and blood.
I’m breathing heavily, too, from the adrenaline rush, near strangling, and witnessing another showdown between Brody and Andrei.
While neither man fits the traditional definition of a good guy, Brody is definitely the hero in my scenario.
Studying him on the floor of the luggage car—bloody, sweaty, and exhausted after saving my life again—I realize he’s basically my knight in shining armor. Kind of a wild realization, but nevertheless true.
“I don’t know where. What I do know is you need a new shirt.” I gesture at the pile of suitcases and smile. “Lucky for us, we’ve basically got a mini-mall right here.”
He glances down at his disgusting t-shirt and laughs.
“Yeah, I don’t think the people back in the other cars would appreciate all these bodily fluids.
” He shakes his head before meeting my eyes.
The smile fades from his lips, and his throat bobs.
“Sorry. I don’t know how I lost track of you so fast. He could’ve—”
“Don’t. I’m the sorry one.” Despite the ocean of words I’ve bottled up, I can’t seem to force any out. Instead, I crawl on top of him and crash my lips against his.
Copper coats my tongue from the cut on his lip, revving my arousal up to eleven. He took that hit for me. Has even killed for me.
We meld our mouths together, finding a rhythm that’s too steamy to classify as a mere kiss. His tongue teases mine, driving my desire to taste all of him.
Kissing isn’t enough. I’m so thirsty for this man, I may as well be dying in the Arizona desert.
I tear at his zipper. “Pants off.”
Undoing his jeans, I yank them down and expose his cock in all its girthy glory. I’m an animal, fueled by lingering adrenaline and lust too long dampened by logic and reason.
I wrap my hand around the base of his dick, squeezing while I stroke in a steady rhythm. The silky-smooth skin feels like velvet over steel.
“Fuck.” His head falls back onto an army green bag. A convenient pillow for him as I drink my fill.
After a quick swipe of my tongue along the head, I swallow him as far as I can, closing my lips around him in a tight seal. I can’t fit all of him, so I curl my fingers around the base, stroking while I work him over with my mouth.
He groans low and twists one hand in my hair, his grip just the right side of painful. “Trinity…”
The way he utters my name is both a plea and a command. The throaty rumble causes tingles to spread over my body. I think I could die happy right here between his thighs, with my mouth stuffed full and my chest filled with warmth.
I’ve barely gotten started when he attempts to pull me away.
“Trinity, shit, I need to…” Gravel-roughened words tumble from his mouth.
I glance up. Dark eyes stare back at me, the pupils blown like ink in liquid gold. His face is red, his chest heaving beneath the ruined shirt.
He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs. “Come up here. Get rid of the pants.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I stand long enough to strip them off, shivering from both anticipation and the cool wind bursting through the open door.
He grabs my hand to help me balance as I straddle him and sink onto his cock with a lewd moan.
When he tries to sit up, I push down on his shoulders to hold him still. He’s used to maintaining control, but he’s earned this.
This time isn’t about domination. This is my apology. The baring of my soul.
“Let me, Brody.”
I kiss him again and inhale his breath. Sigh against him as I roll my hips and leisurely grind my pussy onto his cock.
Since I can’t seem to verbalize my gratitude, I’ll show him with my body.
Thank you for saving me. For staying with me. For risking your life for mine.
He groans against my lips, then leans back so his eyes can roam my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shudder and loop my arms around his neck. “Brody…” I can’t even begin to describe him.
Brave. Sexy.
Everything.
My heart gallops wildly. I could drown in his eyes.
He rips my shirt over my head and shoves my bra cups under my breasts. He pinches my nipples, zapping pleasure straight to my pussy.
I trail a path across his shoulders and arms, over his veiny biceps, continuing until I reach his hand on my chest. Stealing his fingers away, I lace them with mine, my skin buzzing at the contact, which feels far more intimate than anything else.
Beneath the bright fluorescent lights and the sun beaming through the windows, there’s no hiding. I see all of him, and he sees all of me.
Straightening, I quicken my pace, riding him harder and rolling my hips so his cock rubs the right spot with every downward thrust. Pressure and pleasure mount, slowly at first, then all at once, rising and smashing against my soul like a tidal wave but receding just before I topple over the precipice.
Sweat drips between my breasts and glues my hair to the back of my neck. Brody grabs my hips, guiding me as we succumb to the heat together. He’s rewiring my brain, showing me sides of myself I never knew existed. I want to thank him for all this self-discovery, but I still can’t speak.
My body will just have to convey that gratitude for me.
With each downward rock of my hips, his hold on my body tightens. Enough to leave bruises. The idea of his marks lingering on my skin only heightens my desire.
As we pant together in the sun with our bodies entwined, I admit that I’ve been wrong.
I can’t continue living as if I’m a self-sustaining island. I can’t flee from love because I’m terrified of losing it.
These experiences Brody and I shared are enough to kick-start my ass into choosing another path. To stop me from running. To force me to be brave.
I could lose this man, but he’s here now. We’re both here.
If I’m too scared to even try, though, then we can never, ever win.
I need to be honest with Brody. Let him in.
As he gazes up at me, his eyes shine with some unnamed emotion. A release like I’ve never experienced before is building inside of me.
“Trinity,” he whispers. “Let go.”
Like my body is his puppet, the pressure shatters. I spasm around him, falling into a wave of ecstasy that goes on forever. As I come, my mind completely blanks.
With a curse, he follows, groaning my name between clenched teeth as he pumps me full of heat. I shake on top of him, shuddering through the aftershocks.
Once I can breathe again, I collapse onto his chest. We’re both sticky with sweat, but I don’t care. Brody strokes my back with trembling fingers while his heart pounds beneath my ear.
If not for our less-than-private location, I could stay in this position all day. The heady aftermath swirls through me, and I lose myself in the glow.
Whatever worries and misgivings that weighed me down earlier, I now feel free of the burden. Lighter.
We’re alive. Together.
In this moment, that’s all that matters.
I only pray that our future extends beyond the confines of this train, and that these feelings of connection don’t vanish when the real world intrudes once again.