Page 31 of Fighting for Lucy

When he knelt in front of her to slide the jeans down her legs, he looked up at her. “I need you to play along with me, Lucy, can you do that? I will get you out of here alive, I swear it to you, I won't lose anyone else, but to do it I need your help.”

The way he mentioned not being able to lose anyone else made those tears stinging her eyes begin to roll down her cheeks. There was such raw pain in those few words. Whoever he’d lost it had been devastating to him, and there was a big part of her that wanted to soothe his pain despite her lingering anger toward him for his lies.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” she assured him. It was a promise that was hard to make in some ways because she didn't know what he needed her to do, but easy in others because Zander was her only hope of living through this ordeal.

“I’m going to need you to pretend that you’re giving me the formula,” he warned as his large hands splayed her hips and he picked her up and placed her in the shower.

“I can make up something that sounds like it could be real to buy time.” Lucy took the shower massager when Zander handed it to her, and was half relieved, half disappointed when he turned his back to give her privacy. She’d just stripped naked in front of him without embarrassment or inhibition, would have let him have sex with her if he wanted, and throughout everything, she’d always felt a connection to this man.

Your friend’s brother.

Who’s currently undercover.

Who you have no idea if he intends to reveal himself as being alive when this is over.

The reminders ran through her mind as she adjusted the setting on the shower head and moved it between her legs, no longer able to wait to get some relief from her drug-induced arousal.

As soon as the spray hit her throbbing bud, everything else fled from her mind. After so many hours hovering so close to the edge, every muscle in her body went taut then a powerful orgasm ripped through her almost immediately, leaving her crying and shaking in relief as she sunk back to rest against the wall in exhaustion.

But at the back of her mind was a soft whisper that she still wished it had been Zander who had made her orgasm.

January 24th

7:38 P.M.

Never hadthe hours ticked by so slowly.

It felt like time was moving backward, if it was moving at all.

Zander was on edge and was surprised he was doing as good a job at hiding it as he was.

So far, nobody seemed to guess that he was planning on busting the new toy out of there in a couple of hours at the most. In fact, he was currently the most popular guy there because he’d gotten “intel” out of their toy.

The fact that it came at a huge cost to him and Lucy didn't matter to anyone else. They didn't even know that the intel he’d passed along to Raul was fake. It would take time for them to figure it out. Raul had scientists of his own that he intended to take the formula Athena Team had created and make the drug for him. Those men or women would realize as soon as they started working on the drug that the formula was nonsense. Close enough to fool anyone on a quick readover Lucy had assured him, but not once they started actually making it.

Which was fine.

All he needed was to buy them time until nightfall.

As soon as it was dark, he was going to make his move.

Unfortunately, that meant they had to last the remainder of the day playing things up as though Zander was still helping Raul, and Lucy was a terrified prisoner awaiting her death. Which would likely come as soon as his scientists verified the drug, but by then they’d be long gone.

Although she had agreed to the plan, Zander knew Lucy was indeed a terrified prisoner. There was little to no acting required on her part to pull this off. But as scared as he knew she was, she was so brave. Not once had she complained, she’d listened to what he told her he needed her to do and done it. The questions she’d asked had been insightful, and while she had deferred to him as the expert there, she had offered her own input, but in the end, agreed with whatever he thought best.

There wasn’t anything more he could have asked of her, she’d given him everything, and it killed him that she still had to suffer.

Casting a glance at where she was standing in the corner. Dressed once again in the clothes she’d been wearing when they crashed, no one would be able to tell that she’d spent close to two hours in the shower earlier getting herself off until the drug was basically out of her system. Her hair was still a mess, her face was still dirty, and her cheeks still flushed.

More fear and embarrassment than arousal this time, though, since he’d given her a minimal shot of the drug. Raul had had his men administer it every four hours so she’d had two doses since this morning in her room. But he’d been the one to inject her, and he’d squirted out most of the drug before it hit her system, so whatever was in her bloodstream was nothing compared to what had been there before.

“You want another beer?” one of Raul’s men asked.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, although he had no intention of drinking it, just like he hadn't drunk any of the others he’d been holding in his hand the last hour or so.

When the other man stood, Zander had no choice but to stand as well. All afternoon he’d done his best to keep Lucy in his line of sight so he could monitor her safety. There was still a no-touch rule in place, but that didn't mean someone wouldn’t decide to test his luck and play with Raul’s new toy a little early.

But he couldn’t outright refuse to go to the kitchen with the man without looking suspicious.

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