Page 56 of Gluttony
Later.
Right now, they were in public, and over his shoulder she could see the disapproving stares of a woman with her teenage daughter.
“Tony—”
He swallowed her protest with a hot demanding kiss that left her breathless.
“We can’t,” she tried again, but he lifted her by the waist and directed her thighs until her legs gripped his hips. Then he shifted them around to the back of the caravan where the shadows of the trees provided cover. Rocking his pelvis into her, she lost all sense. She drove her tongue into his mouth and succumbed. He shifted her weight and twisted, stumbling the two of them away from the van, and into the shrubbery behind. Bailey caught a glimpse of rows of bushes, maybe hedges. Tony found a gap and, still kissing, they stumbled through.
Somewhere.
She had no idea where, except the sounds of the market dimmed and the chirp of crickets grew louder. Then Tony tripped. They fell to the grass and rolled, laughing. Ending up with Tony’s hard body on top, he braced himself on elbows beside her head. His hat had fallen, and his hair draped over his eyes. Looking down at her with bright eyes, he gave her a quick kiss and then lifted his head, searching around.
“I have no idea where we are,” he whispered with exaggerated drama.
It was some sort of grassed clearing, or rather a lack of trees and shrub. The park was huge. If Bailey remembered correctly, the lake wasn’t too far off.
“Nowhere,” she said. “We’re nowhere important.”
Blue light sparked in his eyes, giving her a glimpse of his power. He dove to her neck and grumbled against her skin, “Perfect.”
She shivered and delighted in the feel of his five o’clock stubble rubbing against her skin.I can’t believe I’m giving in to this feeling.
It felt good.
Leaves rustled to their right.
Abruptly, they stopped. Both froze, high on alert.
“Did you hear that?” Bailey hissed, alarm needling her skin.
“Shh.” He cocked his head, listening to the park, or... perhaps his sixth sense.
She only heard the crickets, a rustling of leaves, and a masculine repetitive grunt.
For a moment, they looked at each other, wide-eyed and about to laugh. Was it another pair of lovers hiding away? But then there was a strangled cry and a feminine shout of frustration. A thud as though something was hit. A hiss. A slither. There were more than two people, and... athwackandcrack.
Tony leaped off Bailey’s body. “I sense gluttony.”
She darted a glance toward the market. “Back there?”
He shot her a grim look and pointed further into the bushland. “It’s deadly. You should go.”
Gritting her teeth, she shook her head, and when a white-robed person in a white Halloween mask burst through the bushes, she unclipped her firearm. What the hell?
Tony cursed. “Faithful.”
Eighteen
Tony pulledthe Faithful by the scruff of his robe. “What are you doing here?”
But the masked man only shook his head. Panicked black eyes flashed at Tony through the simple mask slits. “It’s-oh-my-god-it’s...”
The man kept pointing behind him, to the crashing sounds behind the shrubs. Suddenly he looked down at himself. Thin dark ropes came from nowhere to slip around the white robe, gathering its folds and tightening.
Jesus.What was that?
“No!” shouted the Faithful. “Get it off me.”
