Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Rip…” I can’t make words.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans, and then his fingers dig into my thighs so hard it’ll leave marks. He swells and pulses, and I swear I can feel every drop that I squeeze out of him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants in whispers, a quiet mantra. Little aftershocks chase my orgasm, ripples of pleasure like a pebble skipped over calm water.
I slump against him, finally spent, while he holds me close with one arm and slips his free hand up to gently play with my breast. Tilting my head back, I nuzzle into his neck. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was. I’m gonna have to find a different spot to come think about all the shit parts of life, since I don’t think this one’s gonna work anymore.” He laughs softly.
Our reverie is cut short by a sharp whistle and a cheer from the bridge.
My eyes shoot open, and I find myself looking right at a figure far above us. I have no idea how long they’ve been there, but I’m pretty sure they had front-row seats to the grand finale, at the very least.
“Oh my God.”
Riptide is still in me.
He laughs and lifts. “Off you go.”
As soon as I’m on my feet, I yank my jeans and panties back on, then gratefully take my shirt from Riptide’s hands. The figure wanders off, apparently not as interested when it’s just Riptide’s impressive cock that’s still on display. Their loss.
“Think they’re going to go jerk off?” he asks, not sounding all that upset, really.
“Probably.” I let him pull me after him so we can get back on the bike and out of here before someone actually calls the police or something. I laugh, almost a little hysterically as I climb on behind him. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“We made their day,” he says with a laugh. “I bet they’ll have that in their spank bank for a while, but that’s all they’re fucking getting. You’re mine, babe.”
“Just yours?”
He grins. “Ours. Only ours, though.”
“I like the sound of that,” I admit. “Home?” I wrap my hands around his torso, and press my face against the back of his jacket, using him for support and warmth.
“You got it.”
I called it home, and I know that doesn’t have to mean anything real yet, but at the same time, it felt really natural.
Like with them is where I belong.
26
MAD DOG
Forty-eight hours are up.
“Alright, smile for the camera!” Riptide drops Killjoy into a shitty metal folding chair, holding him in place while Rebel secures his wrists to the frame with handcuffs.
Rebel’s face twists in disgust. “Fuck, ever heard of a shower?”
The glare he gets in return makes me think there’s some fight left in him, but then he breaks eye contact right away, defeated. Pussy. We only roughed him up a little. We didn’t even make him sit in his shit clothes. He just didn’t get the princess treatment Melody did during her visit to the Pit.
Fuck, I still feel a little bad about us tossing her in there, but it was necessary at the time. By now she knows how dangerous having the wrong information can be for us. Hopefully we’re doing a good enough job making it up to her.
I grin to myself, probably looking a little more insane than usual. I don’t give a fuck. Anything that gets us closer to bringing this to a close is cool with me.
Eagle-eye steps into the Pit with a cup of coffee in one hand and his laptop in the other. King is on his heels. Just another boring conference call in the office. “Let’s get this party started, boys.”
We set up the laptop so there’ll be a clear view of Killjoy and his situation. Eagle-eye fiddles with the settings to make sure everyone’s in place, then taps a key to connect.
Rebel kneels next to our unfortunate visitor, pulls out his piece, and points it right at the fucker’s head. Even through his gag, a muffled whimper escapes. Rocco doesn’t seem like a subtle hints sort of guy, so it’s time to make it painfully obvious what the fucking stakes are. The laptop plays a little melody while it waits for someone to pick up on the other end.
“Maybe he doesn’t wanna talk?” King shrugs.
Riptide shrugs. “We can always just drop this guy off at the gate like we did the other one. Has anyone hosed down the van yet? It was pretty ripe in there by the time we got back.”
Killjoy mumbles through the gag, but none of us fucking care.
To the hostage’s great relief, Rocco finally answers. “Eagle-eye,” he says gruffly, and then his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the hostage. “What the fuck, man? You don’t gotta do this.”
“You’re right,” Eagle-eye says. “We could’ve avoided all of this if you’d just cooperated like a normal fucking human being, but here we are. I’m disappointed, Rocco. Did you need more time to come up with a better story? I’ll give it to you, but I’m not sure your man here wants to pay the price.”