Chapter 45
The elevator doors open and all eyes snap to Liz and Riley, walking hand in hand. They do everything to keep calm, ignoring the curious looks from their team. The pair simply walks over to the table, ready for someone to explain what is happening.
“Where the hell have you two been?” Mikey shouts at them.
“Exactly where we were supposed to be,” Liz says, confusion on her face.
“You must have been pretty convincing tonight because Dmitri is mobilizing teams,” Alex tells them.
“We did what we planned to do. Liz and I made it clear tomorrow is our last day going there. Give us a few minutes to change before pulling us back into the shit show,” Riley says to the group, already dreading the long night ahead.
They head down the hall, hands still locked together until they reach their respective doors.
Reluctantly, Liz drops Riley’s hand and rushes into her bathroom, taking a quick shower to get the lake smell off her skin.
She finishes her hair, washes her ruined makeup off, and gets dressed.
No longer looking like a wet rat, she meets the team in the kitchen.
The hours drag by as Liz listens to them make plan after plan, trying to account for every possibility, when Liz starts to doze off, not yet trained enough to have any helpful insight into what they should do.
Eventually, the team agrees they have a solid plan and begin preparing for the long days ahead.
Alex and Tyler break off to inform the general and start preparing the small amount of soldiers they were granted.
Liz, Riley and Mikey start scouring the base for any equipment they will need.
They split up going room to room, grabbing all their bullet proof vests, a small arsenal of guns and knives, and a few other things their team may find useful.
“I think we’re good,” Mikey says, eyeing the layout of gear they accumulated. “I’m going to bed. You two should try to do the same,” he adds, eyeing them with a playful smile on his face.
“Goodnight sweetie” Liz calls to him down the hall, watching him as he closes his door.
Liz walks back to where Riley is going over papers and wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back.
His hand drops from what he’s doing and starts rubbing the arm around him.
He turns, bringing his strong arms around her shoulders and pulls her in close.
Placing a kiss on the top of her head he tells her—
“You should get some rest too, love… C’mon.” He drops his arms from her shoulders and leads her down the hall.
Missing his warmth already, she turns and trudges behind as he leads the way. When Liz turns to her room, Riley grabs her hand and pulls the other way, right into his open door. He wraps his arms around her, kicking his door shut as he does.
“Stay with me tonight,” he mumbles into her hair, more a plea than an order.
Liz looks into his honey-brown eyes. She simply gets on her tiptoes and kisses him, deep and full of passion before she reluctantly pulls herself from his embrace.
“I need to at least change,” she says, motioning to the jeans and t-shirt she’s wearing.
Riley walks over to his dresser and pulls out a large gray shirt, tossing it to Liz. “Will that work?” he asks.
Liz smiles at him and nods. She can’t help but watch as he unhooks his belt with one hand, gently pushing his jeans down until he’s only left with his tight briefs.
She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the side before slipping out of her own jeans.
When she stands back up, she feels Riley’s hungry eyes on her.
Left in nothing but a lacy red bra with a matching thong and garter, the very one he dreamed of seeing her in, she looks over to find him shamelessly staring.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Riley asks, his eyes darkening as he drinks in every inch of her. “No,” she says innocently, keeping eye contact, as she unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m trying to fuck you.”
Riley crosses the room, pulling his shirt off as he does, his mouth crashing into Liz's as soon as he reaches her.
His hands grab her hips, forcing her back against his bed, roughly shoving her down when they reach it.
He climbs on top of her, his mouth going right back to hers.
He reaches down, tightly gripping her thigh and pulling her leg up, seating himself perfectly in between her legs.
Riley kisses his way down her neck, then her chest, before finally making his way to her breasts.
Riley starts to lose control of himself, biting her nipple harder than he intended to, causing Liz to let out a small yelp.
That little noise makes him stop, and slowly climb off, worried that he hurt her.
“We shouldn’t do this, love,” he says.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, his heart breaking at the sadness in her voice. He sits on the bed next to where she is still laying, gently placing his hand on hers.
“Of course not, baby,” he says with a small reassuring smile. “I have no control of myself when it comes to you. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle… I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Liz sits back up, relieved to learn that Riley is just worried about hurting her.
She slowly moves over and climbs onto his lap placing her knees on either side of his hips and drapes her arms around his neck.
He lets out a low growl at the feeling of her soaked panties pushing against his hard cock.
Even through his briefs he can feel how much she wants him.
She slowly rocks her hips back and forth, teasing him with her pussy.
She leans down, putting her lips up to his ear, and whispers.
“I don’t like it gentle.”
That’s all it takes for Riley to let himself lose control.
One hand goes to her perfect ass, gripping her hard enough to bruise.
The other goes to her hair, grabbing a handful and pulling her mouth to his, forcing his tongue past her lips.
Needing to feel him, Liz reaches between them, fumbling with his briefs, until finally getting what she wants.
She takes his cock out and wraps her hand around the impressive length of him, gently stroking.
Riley moans into her mouth, her soft hand on him driving him wild.
He drops her hair and moves his hand to her waist, grabbing her panties.
He wraps the side around his hands and pulls, snapping the thin lace.
He moves over to the other side and does the same thing, tossing the torn scrap of fabric away from them.
Liz lets go, bringing her hands back up around his neck. She rocks her hips, sliding herself against the hard length of him, trying to take what she wants. Riley reaches his hand up, wrapping it tightly around her throat and rolls Liz onto her back, climbing back on top of her.
Riley pushes one of his legs up, taking hers with it, spreading her legs for him as he nestles in between them.
Riley releases her neck just long enough to line himself up.
His hand wraps around her throat again as he starts to ease himself into her.
She lets out a deep, breathy moan, eyes fluttering closed, when he stops.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders.
Her big green eyes snap to him as he holds himself back, refusing to give her what she wants until she follows his orders.
His eyes darken, seeing nothing but need for him reflected back in hers.
With one hard thrust, he slams himself fully into her.
She screams, a mix of pain and pleasure, hands flying to his back, nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel so fucking good.” He’s breathless, slowly pulling out before slamming himself back into her.
Liz digs her nails into his back, driving him crazy.
He drives into her, harder, faster, trying to make it last. Liz fights for breath, the edges from her vision going fuzzy, unsure if it’s from Riley’s hand around her throat or the orgasm quickly building.
Riley doesn’t let up, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. She can feel it building with every movement until she can’t take it anymore.
Liz screams out, her back arching off the bed, every muscle in her body tightening, legs shaking with her release.
“Fuck. You look so good coming on my cock, baby,” he says, thrusting faster and faster until he finally reaches his release, slamming into her one final time.
He releases her throat and slowly lays himself on top of her, breathing heavily as he plants delicate kisses along her neck, knowing it will be bruised by morning.
He rolls off of her and onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. He knows as soon as he lets her go and they go to bed, everything is going to change.
Liz stays nestled into his arms, placing little kisses on his hands until she starts to doze off.
When Riley sees how utterly drained she is he lets go of her and gets up, walking to the bathroom.
Riley emerges a minute later with a small towel in hand.
Walking over to Liz he sits on the bed, using the warm towel to clean her up before walking over and grabbing his shirt for her to wear.
She sits up, unable and unwilling to take her eyes off Riley who just motions for her to lift her arms. She does as he asks, and he slides the buttery soft shirt onto her.
“Orgasms and aftercare? You must really love me,” she says, smiling at him as he changes into a pair of loose shorts.
Riley walks back to the bed and climbs in, holding the blanket up so Liz can crawl in next to him.
Liz rests her head on his shoulder, snuggling her body close to his.
Her hand idly strokes his broad chest, watching as it moves up and down with each breath when she sees it: a small frame sitting on his nightstand with their picture from the mountain, nestled into the corner is a ripped piece of paper and three small words scribbled on it.
“Maybe I do,” Riley finally says into the top of her head, placing another small kiss there. Liz jerks her head, attempting to get up, needing to ask about her note with the photo, but his arm just holds her tighter. His other hand comes over and pushes her head back down onto his chest.
“Sleep, love, you have a long day tomorrow.”
Liz lays there, in the dark silence, with Riley stroking her back, listening to the steady thump of his heart until she drifts off into a deep sleep.