Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Nelly
This guy is so annoying and mouthy, I don’t know whether to duct tape his mouth shut or fuck the shit out of him.
He’s so close to blowing my cover, I don’t know what to do.
So, I pin him against the wall.
“Who are you? Who sent you?” I snarl angrily, shoving my leg in between his to keep him from sliding away from me.
“Ow!” he says with a laugh. “Nobody sent me! I’m just a townie, babe. A townie who’s sick and tired of watching a bunch of creeps take over my town. There! You made me say it.”
“So you decided to do what? Bust into the detention building?”
“The what? The tunnel was supposed to lead to the cellar under the empty women’s dormitory.”
“Looks like you took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.”
He laughs again. “Every word you say is proving my point about what you’re not.”
“Guess I’ll have to keep my eye on you so you don’t snitch, then.”
“What are you going to do? Keep me prisoner?” he snorts.
“Maybe. Or I might have to kill you.”
“But I’m technically here to rescue you, so that would be a little bit counterproductive.”
Rescue me?
“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?”
He laughs, and it makes me feel warm, though it shouldn’t. I turned off my feelings years ago. I don’t fall for guys who laugh at my jokes. So why do I keep making them?
And why do I like it when it becomes clearer and clearer that he’s attracted to me?
“Or maybe you show me the layout of this tunnel and tell me what you’re planning to do with it.”
“Not until you tell me who you really are.”
I push him against the wall and tell him, “Listen, cowboy. You need to go back to wherever you came from and forget you saw this place. Fill in the tunnel, and don’t ever tell anybody what you’re planning.”
“I wasn’t planning on telling anybody till I saw you. What can I say, Blondie, but your eyes mesmerize me.”
In the dark, I reach under my jumper and rip the wire off my chest. “What do I gotta do to get you to shut up, go away and forget you saw me?”
He shrugs. “Show me your tits?”
“Is that a question, or is that for real?”
“That depends on whether you take it as offensive or as a joke.”
I’ve gotten to where I am by learning a lot.
The first years of my career involved putting up with a lot of extremely unprofessional people who don’t deserve to carry a badge.
I’ve had to look the other way, keep my head down and do my best until I successfully applied to the Bureau.
My skin has grown pretty thick over the years.
“I’ve heard way worse,” I say.
I’m not sure when I ended up being the one pinned against this dirt wall. And I hate that I like the way he towers over me. “I don’t like the sound of that. I don’t like the idea of people talking shit to you,” he says.
“I don’t need anyone getting pretend-outraged about it just to flirt with me. It doesn’t work on me.”
Okay, it’s working on me a little bit.
“What does work on you?”
Reaching up, I take off that stupid headlamp that keeps bumping me and toss it to the ground.
I lick my lips, and he gets closer. “Just tell me you want to fuck me. That’s all it takes.”
He groans and leans into me, sniffing my throat. He reaches back and fists my braid. “I want to fuck you, sweetheart.”
I really hate the way my pussy weeps when he uses the word “fuck” in the same sentence as “sweetheart.” It’s preposterous.
But damn, I’m worked up.
I reach between us and move aside his heavy quilted flannel shirt, then rub the palm of my hand over the front of his jeans.
It’s too dark to make eye contact, but that’s for the best. I don’t need it. I’ll only get attached. On this assignment, attachments can get you killed.
I tug at the button of his jeans. He’s closer now, and I realize that he’s resting both hands on the wall, propped up on his forearms. So close to kissing me.
But I don’t dare let my lips meet his. I’m not a needy schoolgirl.
I don’t need any kissing. I just need to feel better about this bleak assignment.
I unzip his jeans and reach inside, running my hands over the bulge there. He presses back against my hand and lets out a soft groan.
“Holy fuck, you’re hot, you know that, cult girl?”
I struggle with the long skirt, cursing this ridiculous uniform they make us wear.
“Let me help you with that.” He hikes up the denim skirt and runs the back of his hand between my legs.
My god, I don’t even know his name. But if I did, I’d be moaning it.
He laughs. “I knew you weren’t wearing the garments.”
“What?” I ask.
“The special undergarments to keep you modest.”
“You seem to know a lot about your neighbors.”
His big hand grips my thigh, hoisting it upward and hooking my leg around his waist. I grind against him.
I feel him shift around. I hear the snap of the waistband of his underwear, and the next thing I know, he has his cock in his hand.
“Give me that,” I say, wrapping my hand around his length and savoring the low, dangerous groan from him. His forehead makes contact with the wall behind me.
“God, I need to fuck you now, baby.”
“First, tell me what the hell this tunnel is about?”
“Shit.”
“I mean it, cowboy.”
I wait for him to consider this as my thumb strokes over the tip, smearing precum.
He pulls back, shivering at my touch. “There’s an abandoned mine shaft at the ranch.
Once we discovered it, we turned one of the side tunnels into an underground evacuation route.
It goes all over the compound,” he says.
“The Wylie Gang is gonna get everybody out of here in one big final push, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. ”
I suck in a breath as his warm hand shoves down my panties and finds my pussy.
He slips one finger in.
“They’re gonna kill every single one of you,” I say.
He pushes in deeper with a low growl. “Not if you help me do it tonight.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I say, barely getting the words out because he’s now added a second finger and has started using this thumb on my clit.
His cock jerks in my hand, and I stroke it.
He feels so damn good.
“Am I?”
“Why—oh god—why would I help you?”
“Because you’re not about to let me tip off your leadership that their group has been infiltrated by a spy.”
I laugh, “I’m not a spy, but nice try.”
“Now you tell me something about yourself,” he says.
“I’m a Pisces.”
He laughs, and the rumble vibrates through my whole body.
“You can’t do a major evacuation through this tunnel. It’s not safe,” I say.
“Then help me figure out how to do it,” he insists, stroking me to the point of screaming.
“Is that good, sweetheart? Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes.”
He suddenly stops toying with my clit and stops the stroking of his fingers. I feel a wicked tongue slick up the side of my throat.
“You want me to make you come?”
“Yes!”
“First, you need to tell me how to get to the single women’s dormitory from here.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Okay. Guess I’m just gonna randomly dig all over the place and cause a cave-in.”
“Idiot.”
“You really don’t want me to finish you off, do you?”
“Come on…”
“Tell me.”
He has me where he wants me, and he knows it. “There is no more single women’s dormitory. Ever since the local authorities started investigating accusations of false imprisonment, they moved everyone to live in the biological households of their mothers.”
His thumb slowly creeps across my clit. “We know. But we’re gonna drive them back to the compound, to the abandoned dormitory, and we’re gonna get them out that way.”
The man curls his fingers and finds the ultimate, unreachable itch.
“Oh god!…it’s…it’s not abandoned. And this is the place. It’s solitary confinement for wayward women now.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it, Blondie?”
I swear to god, if he stops again, I could bite him, pull his hair—I don’t know what I’ll do.
This stranger is joyfully filthy and completely delusional.
“Shut up,” I hiss. “Shut up and stick to what you know.”
The humming against my throat tells me he knows exactly what I’m getting at. He knows how to please a woman.
Again and again, he strokes me with expert fingers, hitting my deepest pleasure point, working out all my fear and pain and rage. I hate him for making me cry.
It’s more than physical. This man is on another plane of existence.
My senses are overloaded with him. His scent of sweat and dirt. The wild, pulsing rush of pleasure as he pushes me closer to release.
Through it all, I find myself wishing the lights were on. I want to see his face. I’m trained to know what people are thinking by scanning their eyes, their body language. Fuck worrying about attachments, I just want to know what this man is thinking as he comes.
What does his face do when I grip his dick hard? I just want to see what that does to him.
“Blondie, I’m gonna…oh…oh, shit…”
I can’t hold back another second as I feel him getting ready to explode.
My cry echoes in the dark chamber. I beg for mercy as his thumb sweeps over my aching clit once more.
I am undone.
The cowboy comes in hot, angry spasms, flattening me against the wall, his mouth crushed against my throat.
Pleasure rings in my ears.
In the end, he gently helps me return to standing, kindly making sure I’m steady on my feet in the darkness. He helps me adjust my ugly dress, smoothing it down.
He steps away and puts himself back together. I feel a slight pang of loss when I hear the zipper close.
That’s it. That’s the end of our little love story.
“You should go,” I say.
“When can I see you again?”
“Never, unless you want to get killed.”
“Nah, I won’t get myself killed. I’ll have to be especially careful, now that I’ve met you.”
Feeling the need to warn him away from this insane mission one last time, I tell him, “It won’t work. It’s a terrible plan.”
“Bullshit. Unlock your phone.”
If Agent Williams were to hear any of this, I’d probably be immediately reassigned. But since I turned off my wire, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
“We’re not allowed to have phones in the church,” I say.
“But you are, I’ll wager,” he says.
Cursing, I fish out my personal phone and hand it to him. The only thing dumber I could do at this moment would be to let him have my government-issued phone.
The glow from the screen reflects on the cowboy’s downturned face, showing me his self-satisfied grin as he types.
“There. Now you have my number. If anyone messes with you, call me. I’ll take care of everything.”
I hold my phone’s flashlight up as he disappears down the tunnel, headed out the way he came in.
This is ridiculous. This silly cowboy with the wise-ass mouth, too much cock, and not enough brains is going to protect me how exactly?
And yet, as I head back to my office, the twinge between my legs makes me forget how much trouble I could be in.
I barely have a care for how I’m going to explain this giant hole in the wall of my office.