Page 60 of Hush (Fighting Fate)

The trembling continued.

I was so confused. I just couldn’t seem to get my thoughts straight. Did that really just happen? Maybe it was just a dream…

No. A nightmare.

We stopped running and Mitch opened a door that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He led me through it and closed it again behind us.

I blinked. We seemed to be standing in a kitchen. A short, stocky guy with dirty blonde hair stood across from us. I knew I’d seen him before, but for the life of me I couldn’t recall his name.

“You call TJ?” Mitch asked him.

He nodded. “Yeah, he’s on his way.” His gaze flashed to me and he cocked his head to the side. “She okay?”

Mitch sighed. “I think she’s in shock. I’m going to take her upstairs.”

The guy nodded and Mitch sent us moving again.

When we made it upstairs, he took me into the bathroom and closed the door. Before I could ask what we were doing – if I could ever figure out how get my tongue to work, he lifted me up to sit me on the bench beside the sink.

I watched him take a wash cloth from the shelf and run it under some warm water before ringing it out again. Then he started washing me. He started with my face and neck, then my hair, wiping sections at a time. Each time he rinsed the cloth under the tap, pink water swirled around the bowl. I wondered what it was.

When he was satisfied with my appearance, he led me from the bathroom and into a bedroom. A familiar voice deep inside my head told me it was Mitch’s room, but I couldn’t seem to put it all together.

“Put your arms up,” he said softly.

I obeyed.

Mitch grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. For some reason it didn’t bother me to be standing in front of him in just my jeans and bra. Oh well.

I blinked when he grabbed his own shirt and shucked it off, but then he was pulling it down over my head, covering me back up. Before he pulled it over my hips, he unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. I stood still as he worked them down each of my legs, encouraging me to lean on him as he lifted each foot to remove my shoes and jeans completely.

When he was done, he gently pushed me backwards towards the bed and guided me to sit on the edge. Satisfied I wasn’t going to topple over, he strode over to the table and poured a splash of amber liquid into a glass before bringing it back over to me and placing it in my hands.

“Drink it,” he said.

I didn’t argue. I just threw it back and felt it burn down my throat.

Mitch sank down to squat in front of me, his thumbs rubbing circles on my bare thighs. It felt nice.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that for, but it seemed like a while before I finally started to feel myself coming back to the land of the living.

Inhaling deeply, I drew it down, deep into my lungs, before letting it back out again, slowly. “I’m glad you can shoot straight,” I said.

A wide grin broke out on Mitch’s face. All the tension I hadn’t noticed he’d been holding onto immediately left him. “Best there is,” he said.

Without another thought, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, lowering myself onto my knees between his legs. I held him as close to me as I could, and after a few heartbeats, his arms came around me and he held me back.

That was my green light, and I didn’t hesitate. I knew what I needed and I was going to do my best to get it. Pulling back a little, I turned my head and pressed my lips to his.

Mitch’s whole body stilled. I knew I’d caught him by surprise. I just hoped he didn’t stop me.

Slowly, I moved my hands over his shoulders, sliding one to cup the back of his neck, and the other to the side of his neck so I could stroke my thumb over the stubble on his jaw. At the same time, I licked that lip ring I was beginning to love so much.

His response was instantaneous. His hands tightened around me, pulling me even closer, if that was possible, and his mouth opened to accept my inquisitive tongue. When his tongue joined mine in the game of exploration, my body erupted in sensation, and we were suddenly in a free for all. Neither of us could seem to get enough of the other.

Mitch’s hands moved greedily, sliding under the shirt I was wearing to glide over the bare skin of my stomach, then around to the small of my back, stroking down over my ass to the backs of my thighs, before making the trek back up again and around to cup by breasts.

I moaned when he gave each of my nipples a little squeeze through my bra. “Oh, god,” I breathed. “Mitch...”

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