Chapter 12 Cian
CIAN
Keeping my hands off her becomes a distant thought after the first kiss.
She’s like a drug, completely intoxicating, and the kiss just immediately reignites something deep inside me.
It’s a sensation I cling to, one that’s not warped by trauma or fear.
It’s pure, unadulterated desire and I’m hungry for her.
Luckily, Faina is just as hungry for me and she pulls me deeper into the kiss until our hearts are racing in sync, and I’m willing to pass out just so the kiss doesn’t break.
It has to eventually and we escape the beach, making it to a nearby bar with loud music, dancing patrons, and colorful cocktails.
No one bats an eye as we weave through the crowd hand in hand and stumble into the bathroom at the very back. I don’t even glance at the sign.
All that matters is Faina is back in my arms as soon as possible.
The cubicle door slams closed behind us and I push Faina up against it, kissing her passionately.
Her hands cup my face, roam around my neck, and then slide into my hair where she grips tightly and pulls me closer against her body.
As she arches into me, the cubicle door creaks and threatens to give way so we stumble into one another, bounce off one wall, and then I have her up against the brick wall which supports her much better.
The cramped space means nothing because I barely break away from Faina as we kiss. My eager hands roam her body from her breasts down to her waist and hips. Then I’m on my knees for her, buried under the loose skirt of her dress and shoving my head between her legs.
Faina yelps softly and she clutches at my head with one hand through her dress. It becomes an anchor point while I pull her panties aside and slide my tongue through her already slick folds.
She tastes as heavenly as she always did and I surge up against her until both her legs are over my shoulders and the only things keeping her upright are me and the wall.
Her soft moans barely reach me through how her thighs cover my ears, but I know every twitch and tremble under my tongue.
I know that her thighs tense when I’m paying attention to her clit, that her hips tilt when she wants me to pay attention to her entrance, and that she quivers like a leaf when she’s close to coming apart under my dedicated attention.
As she comes from my tongue sliding inside her, her loud moan just reaches me and I grin against her while lightly tongue-fucking her through every tremble of pleasure that quakes through her. Then I gently pull away and she struggles to stand while panting.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, clutching at both my arms while I hold her waist to keep her upright. “I think I like it when you’re a little sad. You’re so much more eager.” There’s a teasing flash in her eyes that makes me smile.
“So you like it when I’m a little wounded, huh?” I murmur, leaning forward for a kiss, but she stops me by raising one finger and pressing against my lips.
“You wanna kiss me?” she asks breathlessly.
I kiss her fingertip. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Earn it.” The sultry edge to her voice sends a curl of pleasure through my gut and my cock, already stiffening in my pants, swells so rapidly that it feels like a punch to the gut.
Faina slips from my hold and settles onto the closed toilet, then she slowly drags the glittering, silver skirt of her dress up her gorgeous, toned legs.
“Down, boy.” She smirks at me, tilting her head and sending her dark hair cascading over one shoulder.
I don’t need to be asked twice. I bring Faina to a second orgasm that has her clawing at the walls and pulling hard on my hair in her desperation to stay quiet and not alert anyone to our activities, but luckily, the thumping base of the music keeps us hidden.
She comes apart piece by piece and draws me into a light leg lock around my shoulders that has me eagerly eating her out for a third time.
By the time she comes again, she’s a quaking, breathless mess and sweat makes her skin shine like glitter.
Her pussy becomes so sensitive that a single stroke of my finger from her clit to her entrance makes her tremble hard, and finally, she grants me a kiss.
I kiss her with as much fervor as I worship her pussy and by the time I sink my cock inside her deep heat, I’ve lost all control. I fuck her hard and fast against the wall, pouring all my pent-up sexual frustration into pounding her until the walls shake and my left leg threatens to seize up.
It’s so worth it.
Our frantic sex session ends when someone desperate for the bathroom bangs on the door while we’re lazily kissing and enjoying the afterglow warmth of the post-orgasm haze.
We slip out together, order a drink from the bar, and spend half an hour just holding hands and drinking until tiredness creeps in. It’s been one hell of a stressful day.
We’re almost back at the motel when Faina suddenly grabs my hand and drags me into a nearby alley. Shoving me up against the wall, she presses her entire body against me and my tired cock twitches in interest as I wrap my arms around her.
“Another round?”
“Hush,” she murmurs, covering my mouth with one hand and peering slightly out of the alley.
Okay, not sex related. The tension I’d escaped suddenly creeps back into my shoulders and my loving caress of her waist turns into a protective hold. Danger?
“The motel is being watched,” she says softly.
“How can you tell?”
“There are no lights in the main office and there are always lights there. The cafe next to it has the blinds down and the pottery removed from the front, which means someone wants a fast getaway, and the two black cars parked bumper to bumper across the street.” She leans back into me and nudges her nose against my chin.
“That’s what I would do if I were lying in wait to snatch someone. ”
“So, Hexagon finally found us from the ferry?”
Faina nods. “Or they know we were at the party.”
“Do you think they know you stole information?”
“Doubtful but… fuck, my laptop is in there.”
“Can they crack it?”
“No. Well…” Her brow furrows and she sighs deeply. “I don’t think so, but we have to assume they will. Erik will wipe everything the second he knows we’re compromised.”
“How will he tell?”
Faina shrugs one shoulder and lightly pats my bicep. “We have code words we’d exchange but again, with Hexagon, we have to assume they can access them from the logs. I need to find a secure connection and contact Erik, but until then, we have to assume they know we’re tracking the money.”
“And they’ll divert it all, won’t they?”
“Yup.” Faina puffs out her cheeks and takes my hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Following her out of the opposite end of the alley, we disappear into the night and run for a couple of miles until we’re in a quiet enough area.
From there, I break into a car and we drive off into the night, leaving behind the motel and the fake names we used to stay there.
Faina rests in the passenger seat with her hand lingering on my thigh, purely a comforting touch that I eagerly soak up as we weave through the winding streets and drive deeper and deeper into the heart of the city.
But I’m tired. Weight clings to my eyelids with every blink and my stability on the road grows questionable.
“Pull over,” Faina says eventually. “You look dead on your feet.”
“So do you.”
“Then pull over.”
“And let them catch us?”
“Cian.” She straightens up in her seat and leans forward, pointing past me. “There’s a dirt road there. Let’s take it. Soon as you see a turn off, take that. We’ll park up for the night. You need rest.”
“You need rest,” I shoot back, slightly irritated, but I follow her request and drive up the dirt road until I spot an opening in the shrubbery that takes us to a perfect little pocket of ground where we can park the car and sink into darkness.
“You know I just don’t want us to crash,” Faina murmurs in the dark. “We’re no good to anyone mangled in a car wreck.”
“I know.”
“Is your attitude because you’re tired?”
“That and I was looking forward to sleeping in a bed after the shit we saw tonight.”
“Just focus on the sex,” Faina murmurs with a yawn. “That’s what I’m going to do.”
She presents an opportunity for us to talk about us but within a few minutes, her shallow breathing in the dark signifies one thing.
She’s asleep, and I’m not selfish enough to wake her.
With her hand still in my lap, I crack open one of the windows an inch and follow her into an awkward sleep in the car.
Turbulent dreams follow me through the Land of Nod.
Nothing specific, but the auction melts into the horror Saoirse created with her words in her report and from there, all I dream about is my family being just out of reach.
They're always just out of my peripheral, out of my line of sight no matter how far or how fast I run. I’m destined to always be separated from them.
Faina’s warm hands wake me the next morning. She’s hovering over me with her brow furled, but it relaxes the moment we make eye contact. “Morning.”
“Morning.” Bright sunlight streams through the canopy of trees, protecting us, and a luscious forest of bushes, plants, and trees surrounds us. “We’re not dead then?”
She shakes her head and slides back into her seat. “I already did a sweep. We’re safe.”
“A sweep?”
“Yes. While you were sleeping, I checked the perimeter. It looks like we’re on the border of a farm, which is kind of perfect. So don’t worry, we’re safe.”
“Wish you woke me.” I yawn while stretching my arms the best I can in the cramped car. My back twinges and an ache throbs in my left leg.
“Sorry, Sleeping Beauty.” Faina smirks. “Not my fault you’re not an early riser.”
“If you two are quite finished,” a third voice says, making me jump almost out of my skin in alarm. Faina quickly points to the phone on the dashboard of the car and calms me with a smile.
“Relax,” she soothes. “It’s Anastasia.”