19. Welcome To HAVEN #2
Then G sends another image onto the screen. A vehicle captured entering the property two days ago. Dark SUV. Covered plates. Driver obscured. But the passenger door opens just enough for the camera to catch part of someone inside.
A woman.
Pete stops smiling.
“So there are people there.”
“Looks that way,” Steve says.
Victor studies the image.
“That’s enough to keep moving.”
It isn’t enough to storm the place or risk whoever’s inside, but it’s enough to know this isn’t just another property on a map.
I look at Jasper, Col and Pete.
A few hours ago, we came here to ask if HAVEN needed help.
Now there’s a possible extraction waiting in front of us.
Since Vegas, I’ve wondered whether I belong here.
I’m not wondering anymore.
I’m thinking about how soon they’ll let us get to work.
Baby Bump Club, San Francisco. Friday, 1900 hours.
Hope spent most of the day catching up on her Stanford work remotely from MacLeod’s Summit. She’s staying on the safe floor for now, because the people who took her already know where she lives, what she drives, and how she moves through her day.
That gave me several hours to get used to the fact that I apparently have a new job.
By early evening, I’m sitting across from her at Baby Bump Club with a pizza between us and happy hour in full swing around the room. A Scotsman is playing the guitar and blowing on a mouth organ. He’s good.
Hope lifts her glass. “To your first day at HAVEN.”
“Technically, I joined at three.”
“And already have a possible extraction.”
“Apparently there’s no orientation week.”
She laughs and takes a sip.
I’ve been waiting to tell her the rest in person.
“Jasper, Col and Pete joined too.”
Her eyes widen. “All four of you?”
“Yep.”
“I told you.”
I groan. “There it is.”
“What?”
“That look.”
She tries to appear innocent. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You told me HAVEN would offer me a job if they were smart.”
“And?”
“And they did.”
Her smile gets wider. “So, I was right.”
“Seems that way.”
She reaches for another slice of pizza. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“I’m sure you are.”
I watch her for a few seconds before getting to the part that matters more.
“I’m staying in San Francisco.”
Her hand stops halfway to her plate.
“Staying?”
“Yeah. I’ll need to sort some things out back home, but if I’m working with HAVEN, this is where I need to be.”
Her smile slowly returns.
“And where I want to be,” I add.
This time, she understands exactly what I mean.
“You’re really staying.”
“I’m really staying.”
Hope gets out of her chair and comes around the table. I barely have time to push mine back before she settles onto my lap and kisses me.
Someone nearby cheers.
Hope pulls back laughing.
“I think they approve.”
“I think this place has seen worse.”
“Definitely.”
She kisses me again, slower this time.
When she draws back, her eyes are bright.
“Want to get out of here?”
I smile. “Thought you’d never ask.”
The short drive back to MacLeod’s Summit is pure anticipation, and the second the suite door latches behind us, all patience vanishes. We tear at each other’s clothing, buttons and fabric scattering across the floor until we’re both completely nude.
I sink onto the sofa, my breath already ragged. Hope drops to her knees between my parted thighs, her gaze locked onto mine as she wraps a warm hand around my shaft. She guides my rigid cock to her lips, taking just the sensitive head into her mouth to lick and tease with slow, deliberate strokes.
Then she opens wide and takes me all the way in.
She glides down to the hilt, her nose brushing the lower curve of my stomach as her throat stretches around my length. The sensation is so intense my spine locks, my hands knotting in her hair as I teeter right on the brink of an early release.
“I need you now, Hope,” I rasp, my voice rough.
I grip her under the arms and haul her upward. She straddles my lap, sinking down onto me with an easy glide. She grips me tight, her inner warmth closing around me like a glove.
I lean forward, cupping her breasts in my palms. They’re a perfect handful, soft and responsive.
I take one pebbled peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue before drawing it in deep.
Hope lets out a low moan of contentment, tilting her head back while squeezing my cock from the inside.
Then she leans down to meet my lips in an open, searching kiss.
Our tongues explore each other as the kiss becomes more passionate.
She rolls her hips in steady circles on my lap. I anchor her waist, thrusting upward into her depths while pulling her down to meet every stroke. We move faster and faster, locked in a flawless, heated rhythm, perfectly made for one another.
Needing a deeper angle, I shift her forward onto the sofa cushions. Hope settles on her knees, gripping the leather backrest for purchase, and looks back over her shoulder.
I line up behind her and drive straight back in, burying myself to the root. I set a hard, demanding pace, pounding into her with deep, measured strokes. I drive into her harder, and Hope looks back at me over her shoulder, flushed and breathless.
“Forest...”
Hearing my name like that nearly finishes me.
Her body tightens around me as she comes, and I lose whatever control I have left. I catch her hips, bury myself deep and follow her with a rough groan.
For a few seconds, all I can hear is both of us trying to breathe.
Then Hope laughs softly.
“Still staying?”
I drop my forehead against her shoulder.
“Definitely staying.”
“And you’re joining HAVEN.”
“Still doing that too.”
She smiles.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Hope.”
“I told you they were smart.”
I pull her closer.
“Yeah, you did.”