Chapter 24 #2
Contrary to the other abstinent periods we’ve known, I’m not actually missing him. I miss the slex, of course, but in all truth, we’re the closest we’ve ever been, bound together so tightly he feels like a part of me more than ever.
“I found out who put out the kill order on Nammota,” he confesses, pulling me out of my peaceful state.
“Really?” I’ve been considering getting into that, but I haven’t found the mental strength for it yet.
“Yes. I don’t know how we’ll get ourselves out of this, Andrea.”
“Who is it?”
“Norman Becker.”
The name is so familiar that I instantly remember who that is.
He’s among the twenty-five rotten CEOs I stole from.
He’s the asshole from StarCare who made Nammota famous years ago.
The person who cheated Oli’s family out of their rightful insurance money.
He’s a devil of a man, and I should have known he was behind this.
“How did you find out?” I ask.
“Whoever helped him with it is good. Very good. But not good enough to erase everything. I followed the crumbs left behind and found a name—Zane Horvat. He’s been arrested a few times for petty crimes. Done some prison time, too. So I found a few mugshots.”
“And?”
“He’s the man with the snake tattoo.”
I shudder, my body having a guttural reaction at the mere mention.
I’ve been dreaming of that man, of his tattoo, his cold, dead stare …
Or rather, I’ve been having nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat to vivid images of Lex and me with a bullet somewhere in our bodies.
It took me days to shake off the sight of Lex with a gaping wound right between his eyes.
“How did that lead you to Becker?” I wonder, dismissing my unease.
“I looked into his bank account, which led me to payments from whoever must be his employer. Becker’s name is at the end of the thread.”
“If I recall correctly, you went after him three separate times, yes?”
“Yes. I knew him personally. He was a friend of my father.”
“Holy fuck. Really?!”
“Yes. They were close for a while, but had a falling out about ten years ago. They stopped talking to one another entirely. I figured if even my father refused to associate with him, there would be something worth exposing about Becker’s behavior or practices.”
“You were very right.”
“Mh-hm.”
“So, my heist was the fourth time. I guess that pushed him over the edge.”
“It makes sense, yes. He’s very influential, has his hands in many pockets, and is virtually untouchable. I’m not sure we can win against him.”
I twist my neck to look up at Lex, still lying over his chest. “We still need to try, baby. I want to be Andrea, and I want you to be Alexander. I want a real life with you, not a fake one. I want to be safe enough not to fear for my life every day.”
“I want that too. But we are David, and he’s Goliath.”
“I really need to get you a Bible.”
“Why?”
“Because David won, baby.”
“Ah. I didn’t know the full scope of that analogy.”
“He did. So maybe we can, too.”
He ponders for a moment, and I rest my head against his chest again, my eyes lost in the cloudless blue sky.
Norman Becker is one of the richest men in the country, the owner of the second biggest insurance company in North America.
He also owns assets in retail, technology, and telecommunication.
To the public eye, he’s discreet and unproblematic, minding his own lucrative business.
His public relations team has to be one of the best in the world, given how quickly he bounced back from my heist a couple of months ago.
Maybe that’s why Lex is so worried. The man seems untouchable. Four attacks should have ruined his image and reputation, but they barely even made a dent. Is there something we haven’t uncovered yet that could do the trick?
With our two brains combined, I’m sure we’ll find a way. We don’t have a choice. It’s our lives that are at stake.
“This is the steep section,” I explain on our way back to the car.
We only have a little over a mile left, and for about half of one, the path is narrow and rocky.
Andrea’s initial enthusiasm and energy seem to have dimmed from when we first started, which is why I suggest, “You should go first, that way you can set the pace.”
“Good idea.” She lets go of my hand and moves forward.
Although pragmatic, this solution comes with a downside I hadn’t anticipated. Or is it an upside?
Andrea’s pants stick to her like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination.
She hasn’t put her hoodie back on, preferring it in the bag, so I’m blessed with the sight of her perfect body.
She’s gained some weight since we’ve arrived, which has given her hips their enchanting curves back.
And her ass … It’s back to its former glory, round, generous, and beckoning touches and fondles, making my hands prickle with the need to grope it.
Especially going up as we are, which brings it into my field of view more often than I’m comfortable with.
I should stop looking down as much as I do, but I’m only a man, helpless before such a spectacle.
Within five minutes of our climb, I’m agonizingly hard.
But the only thing I can do about it is tuck my cock in the waistband of my underwear and grit my teeth.
Halfway through the hardest part of the hike, when we stop to take a break and drink, I’m a fucking mess.
Andrea is panting, her face flushed, veiled in perspiration, humid and wild tendrils framing it.
She looks well-fucked, the illusion so perfect my brain can’t make the difference.
And for the past five minutes, I’ve noticed the wetness between her legs—sweat, surely, but again, the lizard side of my brain doesn’t get the nuance.
“Well, it isn’t that hard,” Andrea says with pride, looking back at the path we climbed.
“Speak for yourself,” I mumble.
“Aw, are you struggling, baby? Are all those big muscles heavy to carry?”
“Did you have to wear those pants?”
Surprise flashes across her face, then realization, then mischief. She looks down at my crotch, her grin widening when she notices the hard bulge there.
“I take it you like them a little too much?”
“Keep walking, you brat.”
She sends me a malicious look over her shoulder as she complies.
Within a minute, I realize I’ve made another strategic mistake.
Like the fucking tease she is, she now gives a hypnotizing sway to her hips, angling her back in a manner that accentuates the perfect shape of her ass.
Alright, I can’t do this. Fuck those two extra days of waiting.
The elastic pressing onto the head of my cock is torture, and it’s fucking embarrassing how wet it’s getting.
“Turn left,” I command.
She pauses, searching for a footpath. When she finds none, she turns around with a frown. “There’s nothing there.”
“Turn left,” I insist.
“But Lex—”
I grab her hand and pull her with me into the forest. “Alexander,” she protests, “if you get us lost, I’ll—”
“I won’t.”
Once we’re far enough from the trail, I drop the backpack and pull her into my arms as I lower to devour her.
Her bewilderment doesn’t last long as she quickly returns my hunger, her hot little tongue darting out to meet mine.
While we get lost in the passionate exchange, my hands roam freely over her, enjoying every curve and dip, gliding over the fabric covering her.
“Baby, what are we doing?” she moans into the kiss as I grab her ass with both hands and press her onto my erection.
“I’m giving you what you’ve been begging for.”
“Here? What if—”
“It’ll be quick. I won’t last long.”
Mindful of the uneven ground, I guide her back until she’s pressed against a tree. Then, without wasting a second, I hook my thumbs into the tight waistband of her pants and push them down, along with her underwear.
I kneel before her as I bring it to her mid-calf, and my eyes remain for a moment on the trimmed triangle of curls at the apex of her thick thighs.
My mouth waters, starved for a taste, and I don’t try to resist it.
I look up at her, and before she can see it coming, I bury my face between her legs, spreading her slit with my tongue.
She lets out a muffled moan, hand tangling in my hair as I focus on her clit. She does her best to spread her legs and give me better access, but her pants prevent it. Still, I make it work, feasting on her like a starved man. Which I am. Fucking famished for it.
With my hands at her hips, I keep her in place as I eat her out, appreciative hums rolling in my throat.
Whenever I look up at her, like a devoted worshiper, I find her eyes on me, hooded and glazed with lust. I fuck her with my mouth, knowing exactly what she likes and how she likes it.
Her other hand comes to my hair as well, tugging as she presses me harder onto her pussy, her hips writhing with the need for more.
Her small sobs, pleas, and moans fill the surrounding forest, covering everything else.
When I give the little nub a harder suck, she cries out my name, shivering between me and the tree, body hunching over at the powerful sensation. And when I flick my tongue over it at a rapid pace, her hold on my hair tightens to a painful tug.
She’s so fucking close already, body quivering with her impending orgasm, thighs trembling on each side of my face. I’m ready for the final stretch, ready to make her come all over my lips, when her hands try to push me away.
“Baby, wait,” she protests breathlessly. “I want to come around your cock.”
It’s my turn to fucking throb at that, a jolt of pleasure traveling up my length at the idea. I want to be buried inside her sweet little cunt, too. I want to feel it contract and tighten around me with every spasm of her orgasm.