Chapter 33 Saint #2
Every breathless moan that escapes her, I swallow like a famished man, and when she grinds herself against my hardening dick, I reach around and grip her ass, wrangling with my self-control on tearing the leggings clean off her.
I want to take it slow with her. If my restraint snaps, she could panic. I need to move with her pace, no matter how fucking hard it is for me. But the way her hips roll against me, she’s fucking testing it.
I reluctantly pull away from our kiss, and she huffs a laugh, dropping her head to my shoulder.
“You’ve done that twice now; it’s beginning to piss me off.”
A laugh of my own fizzes from deep inside. This firecracker that’s within her…fuck.
It’s setting sparks off in my chest.
“I used to enjoy watching you get pissy; I might keep doing it.”
She slaps my chest, and I catch her hand in mine as the most earth-shattering smile graces her lips. “Used to? I kinda feel like you still do.”
Bringing her hand to my lips, I press a kiss on her palm, hearing the snag in her breathing.
“There’s nothing about you that I don’t enjoy, darling, and I know there’s a lot more I’ve still to learn.”
She might think the old her is gone, but I know it’s still in there; she’s just had to adapt because of what she was subjected to, to protect herself.
I’m here now. She doesn’t have to battle those demons.
I fucking own them.
Her hands wrap behind my neck, and I hike her further up me, to the point she’s flush with my chest. Her familiar scent wraps around me, and fuck do I want to drown in it.
Death by Indie, that’s the only way I’ll happily go.
“Saint?”
“Mhm?” I rub my thumbs against her ribs, remembering her tattoo.
It coaxes a devilish smile from me, because I’d never in a million years imagine her getting one, and the script she has couldn’t fit her more perfectly.
“I really, really fucking missed you.”
Her whispered confession has the vertebrae in my chest contracting with her words.
I’ve never been angry at her for asking me to leave, only at myself for listening.
I could have stayed, kept my distance, and let myself live in torture.
Happily.
Allowed myself to physically watch her from afar.
But if I did that, we might never have got here. She might not even be here.
Life could have taken a worse turn if we both didn’t go our separate ways.
“Indie?”
“Yes?” I can feel her ribcage expanding beneath my palms. Her breaths quicken, her blue-fire eyes locking with mine.
“I haven’t been able to fucking breathe without you.”
This time she slams her lips to mine, and I greedily eat her up.
Our kiss is hungry, desperate, and driving me to the brink of fucking madness.
I stand as she wraps her legs behind me, walking us over to the desk to drop her down on it.
Her impatient little paws fumble for my belt, and the metal of the buckle clinks off the floor as she reaches for the zipper.
Fuck. Maybe I should stop her—
The warmth of her hand wrapping around my cock forces me to bite back a guttural groan.
She works her way up and down my length, swiping her thumb over the tip, and I can’t help but grind into her hold.
I’ve never been with another woman since her, and the way she’s working my dick, I might fall into the one-minute club.
A knock rattles off the door behind us, and I’m not sure if I’m thankful for it saving me from the tormenting thought, or if I’d rather grind the owner’s bones into dust.
“What?” I bark against her lips, and her movements stop, but she doesn’t release me.
“You need to see this,” Rex shouts from the other side.
She slides her hand from my waistband, and I tuck myself back together, pulling up the zipper.
“Make it quick,” I call out, and the doors burst open, hitting off the meeting room wall.
I was this fucking close to sinking into her heat, it’s got my dick painfully straining in my pants.
Indie gasps. “Your belt!” She eyes the ground, then back at me.
“I’m leaving it there in case I need to fucking choke him with it.”
She bites her lip, glancing at the ground whilst her cheeks heat.
See, hasn’t lost herself entirely.
When Rex reaches us, he flips his phone around, the screen showing the news from just a few minutes ago.
The reporter’s voice booms across the room.
“We’ve had reports that a man has been found shot dead in his home of Carronwood.
Seventy-year-old Billy Ryans had been reported by his neighbour due to concerns the elderly man hadn’t been seen in a number of days.
Police arrived at the scene and discovered his body in the hallway of his home, shot at point-blank range at his front door.
It’s unclear at this time what instigated the murder, but this comes just over a week after a home in the same street had a gas explosion, killing the two owners inside. ”
When Rex locks his phone, the room falls deathly silent, my dick instantly going limp with the tension deepening as each of us realise exactly what this means.
“Did you know him?” I ask Indie, and she nods her head, her eyes still wide as her mind processes.
“Yeah, kind of. He was like a neighbourhood watch. He saw everything that happened in our street…H-he was watching us the night we left our house. I saw him from the car.”
I run a hand through my hair.
If he spotted us, that means Omnia know Indie and Regina weren’t in the house.
They know they’re still alive.
And if he’s described who’s taken her away?
They’ll definitely know it was us.
Fuck.
That kind of information gets back to them, they’ll work things out pretty fucking quickly from here on out, and it won’t take long for them to know Indie and Regina were behind the deaths of some of their lower members.
And that we have them.
When Indie’s gaze falls on mine, she doesn’t look as rattled as I’d expect her to be, not the way Regina looks shaken to her core, but there’s still a glint of unease in her eye.
I shouldn’t feed it, but I need her to wrap her head around just how fucking serious this is, without scarring her for life with the evidence we have.
“And that, Indie, is why you definitely can’t fucking go.”