Chapter 26 #2
He doesn’t dare allow me to stop, and as the coil deep within me gets tighter and tighter, everything clenches, and my walls reach their limits. The flames lick toward me, the heat from the fire almost becoming unbearable, but I push through it, determined to finish what I started.
It builds and builds, the tension inching me closer to the edge, and as my clit grinds over his pelvis one more time, I finally detonate, coming hard on his cock as my pussy clamps down around him.
My orgasm crashes through me in a violent, blinding wave that steals the air from my lungs and makes the world disappear. My fingers dig into his shoulder as heat pulses through my body, claiming everything in its path.
“Oh, God, Raiden!” I cry.
He doesn’t look away, not even when the heat becomes punishing. Not when the flames reflect in the shattered glass around us, and certainly not when his own control reaches that breaking point.
He comes with me, jaw clenched, and his breath ragged against my skin as he follows me over the edge. Hot, pulsing waves of cum shoot deep inside of me as he holds me there like he can keep the entire world from collapsing if he just grasps me tight enough.
My high is everything, and for a single moment, there’s nothing but us. No fire. No wreckage. No agency trying to take me out.
Then reality slams back in.
The flames lick through the front of the car with a violent whoosh, heat blasting across my back.
Smoke floods the interior in thick, choking waves, and I realize this is it.
Our moment of pleasure is long gone, and if we don’t get our asses out of here, then this is where our story will end, and it would have all been for nothing.
“Kiara,” he snaps, already shifting, lifting me off him, feeling that same urgency.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, and we move at the same time, me reaching up to grip the frame of the sunroof, the twisted metal already burning hot under my fingers.
“Go,” he orders, as though I’m not already working on it, but I don’t argue. Now isn’t the time.
Ignoring the sting of heat biting at my arms and legs, I haul myself through the opening at the same time that Raiden grabs my ass and pushes me higher. My palms scrape the metal as I drag my body up and out, the cool desert night already soothing against my hot skin.
Behind me, the interior ignites, and I suck in a feared gasp, watching as Raiden follows behind me, flames licking at his legs as he squeezes his big body through the small opening, his broad shoulders catching on the metal frame.
“Fuck,” he grunts, getting through just as the flames spread to the backseat, the upholstery going up with a violent boom.
The flames catch on the back of his shirt as he jumps down from the crumpled car, and I madly swat at them while his only concern is to grab me and race as far from the car as possible.
Then, before we even get a few feet away, the car erupts behind us, ammo and grenades from our bags of weapons madly going off like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Deadly fireworks.
The momentum from the blow sends us sprawling across the desert, my chest slamming against the hard ground as Raiden covers me with his big body. “Fuck, stay down, Firecracker.”
The explosions just keep coming like constant loud cracks through the night, and as he madly covers me, I can’t help but laugh. “You know, I bet those rounds have better aim than you did when trying to shoot Alistair.”
He groans in my ear. “You’re fucking impossible.”
“You think because you got me to admit that I might have some kind of delusional affection toward you that I’d stop giving you a hard time? Not possible. It’s ingrained into my DNA. If I ever stop, that’s when you’ll know to send me to a hospital.”
Once the explosions cease, and we’ve decided there couldn’t possibly be anything left to explode, we lie there for a moment, chests heaving, sand sticking to sweat-slick skin, staring up at the endless desert sky.
Our car is gone. All five of the SUVs are totaled. And somehow, we’re still breathing.
Raiden turns his head toward me, eyes dark and alive and entirely too satisfied for someone who just crawled out of a burning wreck.
“Maybe fucking in the burning car wasn’t the best idea,” he says hoarsely, his throat clearly affected by the smoke.
I laugh as I push up onto my elbows, watching the flames devour what’s left of our ride. “No,” I say, completely unapologetic. “It was a fucking incredible idea.”
Raiden shakes his head, gets to his feet, and offers me his hand.
He pulls my exhausted body from the ground before looking me over, checking for any injuries that need immediate attention, but apart from almost giving myself smoke inhalation, I’m fine.
There are plenty of little cuts and scratches on both of us but nothing to really complain about.
“Here,” he says a moment later, pulling his scorched shirt over his head and handing it to me.
My brows furrow, hesitantly taking the shirt. “What’s this for?”
“You’re standing there like a sexy Winnie the Pooh with your little cropped shirt and no pants.”
Glancing down, I bark a laugh. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I was half-naked. All that mattered was getting off and then getting out. I didn’t even think about scrambling for my boots or pants, and now it’s far too late.
Letting out a sigh, I pull Raiden’s shirt over my head, letting the fabric fall almost to my knees before looking out at the darkened night ahead, only lit by the slightest glow of moonlight. “Shit. This is going to be a long walk.”
I start grumbling under my breath as I put one foot in front of the other, not impressed with myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in plenty of shitty situations after messed-up jobs, but this one has got to take the cake.
Nothing sucks more than this. Though I suppose it could be worse.
I could be alone. Instead, I have a strong man who would be more than capable of giving me a piggyback ride.
The only question is, how long can he carry me through the desert before his back gives out?
Raiden scoffs behind me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I glance back at him before hooking my thumb in an arc toward the road ahead. “Back to the ocean,” I say, brushing sand off my arms like I wasn’t just smooshed against it for ten minutes. “Land life was clearly a mistake. Are you coming or are you gonna try your luck with AAA?”
Raiden mutters something to himself before pulling a phone out of his pocket and shooting off a text, looking far too smug for my liking.
My gaze narrows, watching him closely. “What did you just do?”
“What’s it matter to you? You’re heading back to the ocean,” he states, his lips pulling into a cocky grin. “But just know, while you’re flapping around in the water trying to swim, I’ll be catching a flight back to LA.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “You’ve gotta make it back to the airstrip first.”
He just grins and cuts across the road, looking over one of the burned-out SUVs. “Is that so?”
Fucking asshole. I don’t know how he manages to get under my skin so flawlessly, but he does. There must have been some Assholes “R” Us course that he got perfect scores in. This shit simply isn’t natural.
“What’s it gonna be, Firecracker? You walking that fine ass out of here, or are you gonna take a risk and wait it out with me? Who knows, I might even fuck you right here in the middle of the road if you’re gonna be a good girl.”
I smirk and do everything in my power to keep a straight face as I stride back over to him with an irritated huff.
“Fine. But you better bend me over real good, and don’t even think about asking me to call you Daddy.
It’s never gonna happen. Now, if you wanted to call me Daddy, that’s a different situation. I could get down with that.”
Raiden just groans before grabbing my elbow and pulling me into his strong arms. “Shut the hell up and let me fuck you,” he says, his hands dropping to the backs of my thighs and lifting me off my feet.
“Just the thought of you strutting around this fucking desert without any panties on is driving me wild.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenge. “Just imagine how wild it’ll get when you have me on my knees.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re both panting on the ground, my chest heaving as I frantically try to catch my breath.
Before I can even form words again, a distant, rhythmic thudding catches my attention, the sound growing louder with each passing second.
I sit up on the road, my ass biting into the gravel.
“What the fuck is that sound?”
“My helicopter.”
I bark a laugh. “A helicopter? You called for a helicopter?”
“Of course. What’s the point in keeping the pilot on retainer if I’m not going to use him?”
I gape at him, my jaw dropping. “You keep—What the fuck, Raiden?”
He scoffs, looking appalled. “You don’t keep a pilot on retainer? Come on, Firecracker. What kind of rookie bullshit is that? What do you do in situations like this?”
“I don’t get myself into situations like this,” I say with a smirk. “In fact, situations like this only seem to arise when you butt your nose into my business. Hmm, coincidence? I think not!”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” he says, shaking his head. “Might I remind you that if it weren’t for me, you’d still be on that fucking ridge waiting for some guy named Lazarus who doesn’t actually exist?”
“Maybe I would, but my car and weapons would still be intact, not blown into smithereens.”
“There’d still be an army of assassins surrounding you while you’re left completely oblivious. What were you doing? Daydreaming about shooting me with another blow dart?”
I scoff. “I would have noticed them eventually.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Firecracker,” he says with a knowing smirk, pulling me into him so hard the breath escapes my lungs. “Just admit it. I saved your life, and there’s no other assassin, alive or dead, greater than me.”
I roll my eyes before fixing him with a hard stare, both of us knowing that no matter how right he might be, the words are never going to come out of my mouth.
The dull sound of a helicopter fills the night, and I let it steal the limelight, desperate to change the topic now that we’ve gone way off course. “Saved by the bell,” I chime, watching the helicopter slowly come into view.
Pressing against his chest, I put some space between us and search the dark sky, following where the sound is coming from, and when it finally comes into view, I pull back an inch. “Huh.”
“Huh?” he asks, his gaze whipping toward me, his stare narrowed and full of suspicion. “What’s huh?”
“Oh, really. It’s nothing.”
“Start talking.”
I shrug, trying—and failing—to hide the smirk tugging at my lips. “It’s just . . . It’s kinda smaller than I expected. Like a tiny little version of a real one.”
“Small?” He gapes, looking personally offended. “My helicopter is not small.”
“Oh, no. Not at all,” I say sweetly. “I’m sure to you it’s enormous. Probably the biggest one you’ve ever seen.”
His eyes narrow further.
I tilt my head, studying the aircraft again. “It’s just . . . You’re the great Iron Viper, so I expected something a little more . . . intimidating.”
“My helicopter is perfectly respectable.”
“Mmm,” I hum, unconvinced. “I’m sure it has a great personality.”
He stares at me like he’s deciding whether to argue or shove me straight back into the burning car, and I simply pat his arm. “Don’t worry. Size isn’t everything.”
His jaw tightens.
“. . . It’s how you fly it.”
I laugh like a fucking hyena, clearly thinking I’m the most hilarious person alive, but the sound of the helicopter grows louder overhead, drowning out my laughter, the steady thump of the rotating blades beating against the night as it descends toward the clearing.
Gravel and loose sand whip across the ground, pelting my legs as the downdraft hits. “Shit,” I mutter, throwing an arm over my eyes as the storm of grit blasts toward us, feeling like a million needles attacking my body all at once.
Before I can turn away, a hand clamps around the back of my neck, and I’m yanked sideways, spun around, and folded right against Raiden’s chest. He takes the brunt of the flying debris, protecting me with his body as my face presses against his chest, the wind roaring around us while the helicopter settles on the ground.
And that’s when it hits me.
I don’t just love this man.
I’m crazy, deeply, hopelessly in love with him.