Chapter 13 Emil
EMIL
Sadie didn’t try to run away. I doubted she would be able to run far, not at that fast speed with the endurance and stamina she proved she possessed when we ran from the Cartel thugs who’d found us at that other house.
I bet it was part of their territory, something I hadn’t considered or known when I broke into the empty house and used it as a safehouse to hide Sadie. It probably was an actual safehouse for the Cartel. Loaded with food like that, it seemed to be a planned hideout location.
It had served its purpose while it lasted.
Now, this other empty shack-like house would do us well too.
“I’m going to check the rest of the house,” I told her once I’d come.
We both lay there catching our breath for several minutes, but I couldn’t lower my guard all the way just yet. Not scoping out this place was irresponsible of me, and after helping myself to her like that, I was responsible for her now.
“I’ll come with—” She tried to sit up, but her hands were still tied.
I smiled slightly. Reaching up to free her hands, I knew I’d never erase or forget the sight of her holding on tight and using her grip to push against me.
So sexy.
I stole a quick kiss, just because I could. When she smiled afterward, I felt like a triumphant king. Nothing conventional was going on between us like this. Nothing traditional or expected, but fuck, she made me feel good.
That didn’t mean I’d trust her all the way, though.
To have my back, yes.
To make me come hard, for sure.
But to tell me why she was sent to hunt me down? No.
As I loosened the bindings on her wrists, I took an extra moment to smooth my thumbs over the slight red marks that remained. It wasn’t bad, and she didn’t seem worried either. Maybe she was still too rocked by coming like that to care yet.
“I can help.”
I shook my head, knowing she was too sated and sleepy to assist me now. Besides, the faster I scoped it out and was confident that no one would bother us here, I could join her in this bed again.
Tying her up had made a difference, but too many things had changed between us now.
She wouldn’t run.
Somehow, I had faith in her willingness to keep playing this game of secrecy with me.
True to nature, though, she was stubborn, getting up and rubbing her wrists. “I’ll come.”
“I can handle this.”
She arched a brow as I stood to get dressed.
“No more worries that I’ll run?” She let out a wry laugh.
“You think I’ll be so addicted to the idea of getting some that I won’t stray?
” Standing slowly, she let me see all of her.
Her shirt and bra hung loose from her elbows, but I took a moment to smile softly and re-clasp her bra.
Much as I hated to cover up those tits, I didn’t want to risk anyone else still being around and seeing what I wanted to declare as mine.
Only mine.
Possessive much?
I rolled my eyes at my thoughts.
“You could’ve run away from me at any time in that jungle.”
She gazed at me as I buttoned her shirt back together.
“You could’ve shot me.”
She lowered her head as she reached for her shorts.
“And you could’ve tried to take my gun, too.”
As she pulled her shorts on, she shrugged one shoulder. “I could’ve.”
But you didn’t. Actions were going to speak louder than any words we’d share right now.
“Fine. Maybe you’re starting to trust me.” I couldn’t read the look on her face. “But for the sake of my sanity, I’d rather stick with you if anyone else is around here. Two are better than one.”
“Aww,” I drawled sarcastically, draping my arm around her shoulders as I led her out of the room with me. “You did miss me.”
She sighed, making it sound exasperated, but she didn’t argue. Honestly, now that I’d seen her in action, I knew she could handle her own. She wasn’t a slacker, and she was clearly trained in combat or in the field. She didn’t need me, but I wished she could.
“Just keep in mind that we don’t have a lot of ammunition, okay?”
She nodded. “Were they after us in particular or did you make the mistake of trespassing on their turf?”
“The latter.” She just had to be sharp and quick like that too. Intelligent and perceptive.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d start thinking she was the only woman for me in the world.
We checked the empty house, finding no one.
While we did find some clothes, they were too ratty and threadbare to be any better than the ones we wore.
A bathroom was in the back of the dwelling.
Dirty and dated, it looked like it would be hopeless to count on, but we were surprised.
During the perimeter check of the house, when we determined no one else was watching or nearby, we found a pump to get water moving through the pipes.
“You go ahead,” I told her, seeing the delight in her eyes at the prospect of taking a shower.
She kissed my cheek, giving me a saucy smile afterward.
I was fucking smitten, staring at her as she headed to the bathroom.
While she was showering, I washed her clothes by hand so they could hang dry.
By the time I moved onto washing mine, she stepped out.
Naked, slick with water running down her body, she approached me.
“Wow. Washing my clothes? I feel so pampered.”
Because I was standing there naked, too, we had no resistance to coming together again.
Since she was so sweet and clean, I helped myself to her pussy.
After lifting her to sit on the counter, I pulled a chair up to sit between her legs and feast on her cunt.
Feeling fingers threading through my hair taunted me, making me want to believe she’d always hold on.
Once she came, though, she urged me into the shower where she started to give me head.
“It’s too small,” I argued.
She grinned up at me, her lips wrapped around my dick like a sexy siren. Sliding back until she released me, she said, “I seriously beg to differ.”
I laughed, pulling her up until I could pick her up and carry her out, kissing her wildly. “The shower. That shower stall is too fucking small, little agent.”
“It wasn’t too small for me to have fun with this.” She reached lower to stroke.
“But it was too small for this.” I sat down roughly on the edge of the bed, growling at the push of her pussy over my dick as she straddled me.
After she rode me, making us both come quickly, she lay down so I could actually shower to clean up. By the time I walked away to grab a small towel to wipe her off, she was asleep.
“Good girl,” I whispered as I stepped back.
I cleaned up and joined her in bed, but instead of falling asleep, I checked my phone.
I’d hit the jackpot at last.
With Sadie in my arms, I knew I had her in every way that mattered to me.
Needy and willing to fuck me.
On my phone, though, I had the answers I’d been so determined to get.
Simon had finally come through. Maybe the reception was a little better at this end of the jungle. Texts and emails filled my screen, and while Sadie slept with me spooning her, I read up on who she was and what she wanted.
I figured she was with the CIA, but it turned out that she was an FBI agent in the department that dealt with organized crime. I wasn’t surprised. Simon hacked and pulled up all that he could about her, providing me with a list of all the targets she seemed to cover.
She had been on cases going after the Cartels, including the Vipers at one time.
Then she had some run-ins with the Riveras.
Some other names popped up too, and as I skimmed all the information, I saw how we really weren’t strangers at all.
She knew of the same people I did, other bosses and crime families, but it was clear she was only aware of my world because she was expected to get the bad guys.
Simon’s summary wasn’t necessary, but he added it anyway. He was thinking and assuming the same thing I was now.
Simon: She’s clearly out for intel from a variety of sources, seeking intel on the family.
Yeah, I figured that. If she had been the kind of agent sent to arrest me and charge me with murder, she would’ve had backup. Instead, she was more of a spy.
I watched her sleep after reading through all that Simon sent me. That information filled in a lot of gaps and answered my questions, but I didn’t have a clear picture of why she’d been targeting me so closely for so long.
It’s not like I’m doing anything different or new. I’d been sent on assassination missions for years. And as far as I knew, I hadn’t taken out any one specific person who’d be significant enough for the FBI to sic her on my tail.
With her relaxed, so soft and warm against me as we cuddled, it was hard to picture her as the enemy.
Of course, she was.
I knew that. From how determined she was to not reveal any information, she cared about being on her side of the law. The side that she deemed right while I had to be the bad guy and wrong.
I’m not wrong for you, though.
Smiling to myself as I stroked my fingertips up and down her arm, I sighed and knew that was true.
We clicked too damn well to be incompatible.
Yet, there was no hope for us to really stick with each other.
Sooner or later, I’d need to determine when to let her go.
To send her back to her idea of society and civilization, with the rigid structure of law and order she’d sworn to protect and abide by.
That time wasn’t now, though.
Right now, all I had to do was hold her close and delude myself into thinking this would be enough to last me a lifetime.
I fell asleep, but it wasn’t a deep rest. When she woke up, stirring enough to rouse me, I realized she was an even lighter sleeper.
“Stop moving,” I muttered, too tired to want to be awake yet. Having her pressed against me was too comfortable to forfeit. I hadn’t slept for long, but it was a good start to solid slumber.
“I think I heard something.”
I groaned lightly, then chuckled.
“I’m serious,” she whispered, pushing her ass back against me. “I feel—”
“This again?” I teased, kissing her cheek. Putting my hand on her lower stomach, I pushed her back against me so those delectable ass checks rubbed over my dick.
“Emil…” she whispered in a feeble protest.
“Yeah.” I ground against her, kissing along her neck. “Say my name just like that when you come like a good girl for me.”
I moved one hand to cup her breast, teasing her there, and with the other, I rubbed her clit.
“Hurry, Emil,” she begged so sweetly. Draping her leg over mine, she widened her legs so I could finger her as I got harder. “I want that big dick deep inside me instead.”
I was more than happy to oblige, but she had a point in telling me to hurry, after all. As soon as we came, with me fucking her from behind, holding her close, the front door was kicked in.
Fuck!
We hurried to grab our clothes and guns to run out of there once more. Frantically shoving our clothes and shoes on, we barely escaped. But with the threat of the enemy chasing us again, we doubled down as partners to flee into the night again.
“Wait,” she told me as we got outside, covering for each other with our guns up like we had practiced formations like this our whole lives. We were both trained in our own ways, but it synched in the face of danger.
“There’s not as many of them,” I replied in a whisper.
She nodded. “If you cover for me while I hot wire the car, we can get away faster.”
I arched my brow at her in the darkness behind the house, impressed that she’d be that skilled. And that brave to offer.
I nodded once, trying my hardest to remember that she was still supposed to be my enemy as we paired our skills to evade this enemy.
No matter how much I wanted her and enjoyed this connection we couldn’t deny, deep down in my heart, I knew this couldn’t last.
She turned over the engine, and I ran out to join her. Jumping into the Jeep as she pulled close, I fired at the tires of the other car to prevent them from continuing this chase tonight.
I deserved at least one full night with her in bed, didn’t I?