Chapter 7 #3
I tilt my head to the side. The heat of his lips sears me in the best way possible, and I savor him, intoxicated by the sweet taste I discover.
Urging me to open for him, he delves past my lips when I allow him, coating my tongue with traces of him and the desire he holds for me.
It’s not enough. I want more. As if he heard my unspoken wishes, he pulls me to sit on his lap, and I grind my center against his stiff shaft.
We moan together, our tongues rolling in sync with our hips.
He gently nibbles on my bottom lip before fiercely biting down on it.
He pulls away, and I grasp the collar of his shirt to pull him back in. “More,” a plea escapes my needy mouth before I meet his silky lips again.
We breathe each other in, fully immersed in our own world.
Palming my ass, his mouth finds a sensitive spot on my neck to torture sweetly with nips and kisses until a mark forms. Moving back to my lips, he sticks his tongue out, swiping it across them slowly.
This pull between us. This attraction. The passion. The lust. The respect. The acceptance. The yearning. It’s… it’s… astronomical and…
I.
Can’t.
Let.
It.
Go.
Breathless, I pull back slightly. “What about my grandma?”
“I’ll take my chances,” he pants and does that thing with his mouth, which drives me crazy—the corners tug into a smile that gradually turns into a bite on the lip.
“Is this real?” I ask in disbelief.
He lets out a low chuckle that steals my soul. “You tell me.” His hands press against my hips before he lifts me with ease, as if I weigh nothing. “Let’s dance.”
“Here?” I blink up at him in surprise as my legs touch the ground. He tucks me into his chest and places my hands around his neck.
“Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” His eyes hypnotize me as he guides my hips with a gentle touch, and I slow dance against him.
“Is that a quote from your comic books?”
The raindrops dance around us as well.
“It’s an indirect quote from a movie.” He grins and twirls me. “We can watch it when we get back.”
“I would love that.”
Lightheaded, I focus on the ground. My boots are caked with mud. Violent shivers attack me. My thoughts spin out of control, but I find my center when I hear Jason’s voice again.
“Breathe for me,” he instructs.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly.
“In and out.”
With another inhale, I regain my composure and focus on him.
“How can you hold back the love within you when all it wants is to be set free? I’m forced to live without him, and I don’t want to.”
“I get it. It’s like coloring outside the lines of an image on purpose because everyone sees that image, yet you see something else. Possibilities. Another form of art. An answer no one dares to explore. I always crossed lines and put my life on the line for love.”
“Exactly,” I reply.
“So you’re like me, a hopeless romantic and deeply disturbed.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “I guess so.”
“Call the doctor, we have two on the loose,” he whisper-shouts.
“What was your hardest kill?” I ask.
“Hmm…” He pauses, sounding confused at my abrupt question.
“A woman. I didn’t plan to kill her. She was involved with a brutal organization that kills as a hobby.
I was captured, and they put me in a car with her.
They had given her an order to kill someone.
Someone important to me. But she didn’t know that.
She said she couldn’t refuse them because they were keeping her brother hostage.
I just saw red. All it takes is a little push, right? ”
Gunshots echo around me.
Jason fires away, and I drop to my stomach. The forest starts spinning, and the loud bang rings in my ears.
Dammit.
“I don’t kill women,” he asserts calmly, though anger lingers in his tone. “I promised her I’d save her brother, and I did, but they got her instead and killed her.”
I peer up from the dirt. The hand clutching the radio tightly presses the talk button. “So you didn’t kill her,” I note.
“But I didn’t save her either. Every choice you make has consequences,” he replies immediately and fires again.
“Maybe she didn’t want to be saved. Maybe saving her brother was all that mattered.
She made a choice and knew they would be after her.
” I suggest, even though I don’t like it.
The truth doesn’t play fair games, and neither does guilt.
“You could’ve said no. But you felt guilty enough to say yes.
You can’t save everyone, and you can’t blame yourself for that. ”
“You’re really starting to get the hang of it.”
I huff and roll to the side, watching him leave the balcony. His figure vanishes, but his voice suddenly comes from the radio.
“Would you kill for your husband?”
“I’ll take a bullet for him, too.” I don’t hesitate. Saying it aloud makes me want to tear apart the person who took him away from me.
“There’s a venomous snake behind you,” he says calmly, and my eyes widen with terror as the blood in my body freezes. “It’s dead,” he adds.
I gawk for a moment. I just saw a glimpse of the afterlife. I let out a sigh of relief and push myself to my feet.
“By the way, it’s not here.”
“What?” I question.
“The prison.”
My eyes widen. “You know where it is?”
“I’ll help you find it when you’re ready.”
I knew it.
He is my ticket to get down there.