Page 9 of Atonement

“With our history, nothing is foolproof, Dec. Of all people, you should know that by now.”

“You going to play games with that smart mouth? Or put your money where it matters most?”

She looks over her shoulder just as the footsteps reach our door and then suddenly grabs ahold of me tighter. I wonder if she has what it takes after all this time to do what needs to be done in order to give us any chance at survival. The backseat of that car the other night was a slip-up, at least in her eyes it was. She got hers and gave me mine. But she denied me the feel of her kiss on my lips, knowing for both of us it would be too much. I guess after impatiently waiting for seven years, I’m about to find out how much more she’s willing to push this to cover our asses when the enemy is breathing down our neck.

“Bonnie & Clyde,” she quickly calls out as she eagerly looks back into my eyes.

“Bullshit! Bogart and Bacall.”

I’ll be damned if I agree to her demands, because those fucking morons, Bonnie and her ridiculous Clyde, got themselves killed in the end. The same goes for agreeing to something as generic as Romeo & Juliet. There’s no way in hell we’re going down in life like two love-struck teenagers who take their own damn life.

“J. F. K. & Jackie,” she counters with mischief in her eyes. “That way I’m rid of your ass when all this is over.”

“No time like the present,” I hiss, stepping into her as the doorknob turns. “Your call, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes flare as we standoff and the door pushes open. One more second and we’re dead if she doesn’t make her move.

“Mags,” I warn, but she cuts me off quickly as her hands grip my jacket’s lapels, her eyes glaze over and she desperately pulls me closer.

Shock rushes through my veins when her mouth crashes against mine. I never thought I’d get to indulge in the feel of her mouth against my own ever again. Now that I’m tasting her, savoring her, finding myself drunk on every feeling of her mouth-watering body pressed sinfully up against mine, I know I’ll never be able to stop.

She moans as I push into her, backing her up against the wall. Opening my mouth and coaxing hers to do the same, a sharp intoxicating thrill rushes through both of us as her tongue brushes against mine for the first time. Restraint snapped, I pin her harshly up against the wall as the strangers enter the room and fist her hair in my hand, forcing her to give me more of what I’ve been yearning for. My tongue moves faster as it slides against hers, my bourbon mixing with her red wine and exploding into an addictive, manic, and slightly deranged mixture in our mouths. It’s a taste so foreign yet oddly familiar at the same time, and I can’t get enough of it.

“What the fuck is this?” I hear one of the men who entered the room say.

Lifting her in my arms, I push her legs open wide and forcibly crush my mouth back on hers as my dick painfully hardens between us. The prick’s accent calls to me, something about it telling me to pay better attention. But with Magnolia finally back in my arms, I’m fucked for thinking about anything besides where I’m going to put my hands next. What I’m going to more than sample, relish in, ravage as my mouth begins to roam her sinful body.

“I thought Boss said the couple we’re after are sworn enemies,” the second jerk-off says. “These two look like they’re ready to fuck right in front of us right now.”

“Hell, let’s sit back and watch the show then,” a third fucker suggests. “She sure looks like one fine piece of ass. I don’t mind waiting if he’s willing to share.”

Whatever hardness I felt building in my slacks quickly fades as I take in the bastard's last comment. Magnolia senses the change as my eyes open and lock with hers. She pulls me closer, her lips refusing to leave my own. She pleads with me with her eyes to be still, to not put up a fight, right before she bites my bottom lip so hard, I swear I taste blood.

She smiles against my lips, licking the wound she inflicted, never breaking eye contact as my hard body subconsciously grinds into her delicate one. The humor is, besides her perfectly soft body, there is nothing fucking dainty about Magnolia. A fact these bastards are on the brink of discovering as her hand slowly slips between us, into the waistband of my slacks, and she pulls me closer, as her fingers seek their way around the top of my belt.

“Harder,” she whispers, loud enough for them to hear but only I catch the double meaning. “Like you mean it,” she moans a second later. An admission meant for my ears only, as my cock in my slacks slides up between her very slick slit, making me growl out with need.

“When have I never,” I grit out as I push up against her like she asks, spreading her legs wider until she groans, and feel up the inside of her slick thighs.

“Just one thing Ace,” she winks, and I bite back the fuck you on my tongue as an evil smirk falls across my lips. “Remember to use your hand.”

I groan as my eyes close, and I take her kiss harshly. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to really fuck her. Hard. Intentional. Thoroughly.

The kind of fucking that would take days. Not hours. Not one night. Hell, not even one whole weekend.

The rest of our damn lives. That’s how fucking long.

“Come on pretty boy,” I hear one of the jackasses behind me say. “Maybe he’s shy,” he continues as I hear the other two laugh. Magnolia takes her time, feeling around the top of my belt just as my hand finally reaches its prize. “Step out of the way, Moron,” he chuckles as he takes a step forward. “Let me show the bitch how it’s done.”

Releasing Magnolia and ducking fast, I barely have time to turn before I see her throw the knife she’s just pulled from the clip on my belt straight at the approaching asshole’s head. It hits him straight in the throat, blood gushes everywhere quickly, squirting and covering the floor in front of him as he staggers backward.

Prick deserved it!

I don’t waste time as I take aim with the pistol I’ve just pulled from Magnolia’s holster on the inside of her thigh. One-shot rings out before the bastard to the right can even pull out his Glock. He quickly falls to his death just as the third prick shoots off a bullet that grazes past my left ear and barely misses hitting the only thing that matters most in my world. The life I just released when I barely had the time to enjoy getting back in my arms. If only for a brief fucked-up moment.

He dies slowly for that mistake.

I take aim and shoot him in the calf, watching as he yells loudly and drops his gun to the floor. Fucking idiot. Rising, I take a step forward and savor the taste of Magnolia still on my lips as she meets my side in the center of the room. He reaches for his boot, no doubt trying to pull a weapon from hiding, but I’m quicker this time. Shooting off another round, I wound him in the left arm and watch with delight as he falls flat on his back just as we both come to a stop above him.

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