Page 47 of Unmasked Anarchy
It’s settled.
Wolfe slaps Kael on the back, murmuring something I don’t hear, and then we finish off shooting the guns, for fun now.
I like the idea of having a purpose in the club.
I have no doubt they’re already wary of me, and it will take time to earn trust, this is one way I can do that for them.It’s something I can offer that will earn trust.
I am willing to do anything to stay.
Anything.
~*~*~*~*~*~
FLESH ON FLESH, WATERsteaming, the hunger between Kael and I is nothing short of desperate.He presses me into the tile and shudders when I curl my fingers into his hair, white knuckled, the heat between us too much for one shower to contain.He bites my collarbone and I hiss, arching against him, his hands leaving prints on my thighs, my ass, my breasts.Everything else is a haze, the world buried beneath the drum of water and the feeling of his body slamming against mine.
His cock is deep, filling me, and his hands guide me up and down, fucking me against the wall like a wild animal.
It’s incredible, and I want to stay here forever, relishing in the feeling of him inside me, dragging his dick in and out as his low growls fill the shower.I tip my head back, pressing my breasts into his chest as I find my release, moaning his name.He finds his soon after, shuddering as his cock pulses inside me.
After, we dry off, both of us breathless.I fumble for my jeans, but Kael tosses my shirt at me from across the room.He’s got a new streak of color across his neck from where my teeth bit into his flesh.I want to touch it, but we’re both already moving, the job coming up fast, and we are already running late due to our little rendezvous in the shower.
We make it out to the convoy of trucks just in time, Wolfe is laying down the orders for how things are going to go.I get into a truck with Kael and Zane, and they will drop me to a secure point with a rifle.It will be hidden well enough that nobody will know I’m there, but I will have a clear view of them just in case anything goes wrong.
We set off, Kael’s hand locked in mine as he drives.I bounce along in the middle seat, squashed between Zane and him.This would be every woman’s fantasy if it wasn’t for the fact that we are walking into something dangerous.I try not to think on it too much, instead I focus on the hand curling around mine and how damned good it makes me feel.
The truck pulls off the main road, crunching over gravel, and Kael cuts the engine when he reaches the location.Hardly a word was spoken during the drive, but Kael squeezes my hand twice before letting go.He eyes the thick woods, scanning for movement.I follow his gaze and see it’s dead quiet out here.
We pile out, boots hitting the grass.Kael opens the battered toolbox in the tray, pulling out a rifle and handing it to me.“You know the drill,” he says.“Follow the track until you reach the lookout, you will see us perfectly from there.If you see anyone, or even suspect an ounce of trouble, you get the fuck out.You can call me, but only in the case of an emergency.”
I nod, straightening my shoulders as I sling the rifle over them.“I got it.”
Kael kisses me hard.“Don’t get hurt.”
I nod and start the climb.
It’s not the easiest track to climb with the shrubs overgrown, scratching my arms as I walk.I don’t care though, I’m too focused on the burn in my calves and the weight of the rifle slung across my back.By the time I reach the lookout, I’m slick with sweat.I find a good position and set myself up.The angle’s perfect.I can see the road perfectly, and the trucks coming to a stop.
I inhale, careful and shallow.I settle in, rifle steady.I keep my eye on the scope, making sure I have full view.The waiting is always the worst, every second stretches on.Time means nothing, so I count breaths, then double-check the scope, then count again.
A pair of headlights appear at the far end of the road.The target vehicle, right on time.The other car comes from the south, sweeping its beams across the stretch of road.I shift, just enough to get a better read, four, no, five shapes emerge, all armed, but not openly.Nobody comes to these things without weapons.Nobody.
Kael and Wolfe step forward, hands out, no sudden moves.They’re talking, words lost in the distance.The rest of the club hang back on guard, waiting for things to go wrong.I flick my attention to the tree line.Clean.No one’s creeping up on us.So why am I not breathing easier?
I stretch the scope farther, looking wider in each direction, something tingling in my body, a warning maybe.That’s when I spot the cars, set off to the side, a few miles down the road.Police cars.They’re being tailed.
Shit.
I grab my phone, dialing Kael as quickly as I can while keeping my eyes on the cops.He answers two rings in.
“Talk.”
“We got company.Cops, about two miles down the road.They’re not moving yet, but I have no doubt they’re about to.You need to get out of there, Kael.”
Silence.Then, “Fuck, get out of there,” and the click of him signing off.I scan back through the scope.Zane’s already shifted, moving quickly to the truck.Wolfe’s hand is out of his pocket, finger-pointing and angry.Things move quickly, something is thrown, and the other crew bolts for their car, all except one, who remains with his gun pointed on Wolfe.
He wants his merch.
I need to create a distraction.
