Page 219 of Things We Hide from the Light
I can’t let you go.
His words echoed in my head like a mantra. A mantra that I had no right repeating. He didn’t mean it like that, I told myself. And then I stopped telling myself anything because Nash lined up the head of his cock with my eager opening and surged inside me.
Our shouts echoed off the tile.
Full. So full. He snaked one arm across my abdomen. His other hand closed in my hair, holding me to him. And then he began to thrust.
Hot water pelted me from above. But it was Nash’s heat that warmed me from the inside out. He powered into me, bringing me up on my toes with every drive of his hips until we both came, shaking and panting as each wave sent us tumbling. Each warm wash of his release branding me, soothing me from the inside.
FORTY-FIVE
A PERFECTLY GOOD PARACHUTE
Nash
Iwoke to warm, female flesh pressing against me.
“Wake up, hotshot. It’s time for some fun,” Lina murmured in my ear.
Me and my cock both gave her our full attention.
She kissed me hard, nipping my bottom lip with her teeth. “Sorry, handsome. We don’t have time for that kind of fun this morning. Time to get up.”
I guided her hand under the covers to my erection. “I am up.”
Her husky laugh was warm against my throat. “After,” she promised. “Come on. Get that cute ass out of bed.”
She slid off me before I could capture her and convince her to stay. My hard-on pitched a worthy tent under the sheet.
“No amount of fun is going to be better than staying in bed with me,” I warned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
A pair of athletic pants hit me in the face.
“We’ll see about that,” she said smugly. “Get dressed. We’ve got an appointment.”
“No fucking way, Lina.”
She grinned from behind the wheel and said nothing as she turned the Charger onto the lane after the sign that said Just Jump Aviation and Skydiving.
The paved lane ran parallel with a small airstrip tucked between acres of cornfields just south of the Virginia-Maryland border. Unlike the misery of yesterday, the morning sun burned bright in the cloudless sky over the oranges and golds of autumn leaves.
Lina whipped the car into a parking spot against the cavernous red hangar with a white-and-blue logo painted on it.
Still grinning, she lowered her sunglasses to look at me. With those red lips, she looked like a temptress, a siren trying to lure me to my death.
“Planes are meant to land,” I insisted.
“Itwillland. We just won’t be on it when it does,” she said, shutting off the engine and unbuckling her seat belt.
I refused to move. Nothing was going to get me out of this car and anywhere near a goddamn parachute. “It’s irresponsible to jump out of a moving vehicle. Especially one that’s several thousand feet above the fucking earth.”
Lina reached between her legs and slid her seat back.
Before I realized her intention, she managed to climb over the console into my lap. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Nash.”
“Great. Let’s go get some breakfast and then we can go buy caulk to fix the loose tile in the shower.”
She shook her head, still smiling that siren’s smile. “I’m going up. And I would love for you to go with me.”
