Page 68 of Citadel

“Thought you might be sore.”

“I am a little. But not enough to be a problem. If you’re not in the mood, that’s totally fine—”

“Are you kidding? You think I’m not in the mood to fuck you?”

“I didn’t know. There’s a lot going on, so I wouldn’t want to presume—”

I don’t get the sentence all the way out before he grabs me, pulling me to my feet and then into a deep kiss. He kisses me like a starving man—hard and eager and needy. It steals my breath. Leaves me shaking with desire.

My helpless responses only intensify when he finally breaks the kiss, pulls off my tank top, leans down to tease my breasts briefly before he lowers himself to his knees in front of me. He spreads my legs and leans forward, pleasuring me with his hands and mouth until I come so hard I almost lose my balance.

Then he gets up, positions me on my hands and knees on the spread-out blanket, and takes me from behind, fucking me in hard, tight pumps that shake my hair, my breasts, my whole body.

I come again, having to smother the sound of my release against my forearm, before he yanks himself out and squeezes his cock until he comes all over my bottom.

We both collapse on the blanket in the dark, and he pulls me against him. My body is satisfied now, and I’m finally getting sleepy.

“That was…” I’m not sure how to finish the sentence, so I let it trail off.

“Yeah,” he rasps as if I completed the thought.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be fucking like this?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. We’re in a dangerous situation. Life and death. It’s kind of distracting, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we wait?”

He’s spooning me from behind. He rubs my belly gently. “I kept my eyes open the whole time.”

I giggle.

“Maybe it’s not the safest thing, but I don’t really give a fuck. We don’t know what’s going to happen. If we can have something now, tonight, we should take it. Because maybe the sun won’t rise tomorrow.”

I think about that for a long time. Then I finally nod and raise his hand so I can kiss the back of it. “You’re right. We’ll take what we can tonight and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.”

* * *

The next morning we wake up while it’s still dark and move into position to watch the camp. Just after the sun starts to rise, four men and Breanna get into the Jeep and start down the highway they were following before.

So that’s fine. If they stick to the same road, it will make it a lot easier to follow them. We set out at a fairly quick pace, walking in the same direction.

Obviously they move quickly out of sight. They’re in a vehicle and we’re on foot. But there’s nothing else we can do. Just hope they’ll eventually stop or run out of gas.

We walk all morning and half the afternoon, stopping only briefly to catch our breath and drink some water. It’s a hard, frustrating day, and we never catch sight of the Jeep.

They might have turned off the road, and we’d never know it.

I’m starting to get upset by midafternoon, but I’m hiding it because it’s a futile emotion. There’s nothing else we can do. We’ve got to keep walking.

I’m wiping sweat off my face and trying to hide the fact that I’ve teared up slightly in rising despair when Cole jerks to a stop, reaching out to stop me too by grabbing at my arm.

I’m on guard immediately, but there’s nothing in sight as far as I can see.

He can see a lot better than me though.

“The Jeep is stopped up on the side of the road there,” he murmurs.

“Are they in it?”

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