Page 56 of The Love You Hate
I don’t thrust into her like I want to, I just fill her with my hard cock, and pull her hips closer with my free hand as she comes apart once again, her body going limp in my hands as she grips me in waves. Her face is relaxed and her lips shine red and wet. When I lean in to kiss her, I’m shocked by her cool lips. Everything else is burning. For her. For this life we’re starting. For all the years I lost by not understanding what life is truly about. As Presley wraps herself around me, locking her ankles around my waist, I get it.
It all makes sense, and every decision I made to get to this point was because I was being led here. To her. A match so worthy, I knew deep down, before I was willing to admit it to myself because it changed me down to soul level. Presley didn’t change me, she showed me who I really was. Sure, I am, or I was, a Charge Man who vowed to guard with my life, but that was only until I ran across the life that made mine worth living in a vibrant, new way.
Gently I draw from her body and let her feet touch the ground. She smiles wide, shaking her head. “That was worth the wait.”
My chest heaves. “You can say that again.”
“What goes in hard and dry and comes out soft and wet?” Presley says, licking her lips.
“Don’t,” I reply, smirking and shaking a finger. “Don’t you dare ruin this high.”
She runs her tongue across the front of her teeth. “Gum,” Presley drawls, in a sexy tone that hits me straight in the dick.
Stooping, I pick up the shirt she was wearing and put it over her head. “That wasn’t your worst joke, but not your best.”
“Sounds like I have a long time to test out my best jokes on you, huh?” She watches the cum run down her legs, and the sight makes me want to beat on my chest. “I have more if you want.”
“No,” I say, pressing a kiss on the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. “I do want to thank you for the best sex of my life. Shocking it happened in… nature, with our burning bodies in the background, but nothing else would be as fitting.” Her face falls, but just for a moment.
There’s a white van near the crash and Coldren rolled bodies over to the scene and put them there. He promised he was borrowing bodies from the morgue on our base and that no one would be harmed, and I stopped asking questions after that. Both of us have had blood drawn recently per his instructions. He wanted to make sure to fake it as much as possible. I’m not sure why I was honest with him, why I told him it didn’t work, but it was the best decision I’ve ever made. After the bodies he placed are scorched enough for his tastes, he returns to the van and pulls out a large duffel bag. He tosses it into the woods. It’s our go-bag. “What’s in there?” she asks from behind me. I pull on the underwear to cover myself at least fractionally.
“Everything we need for a new life.”
“I can’t believe he’s helping us.” She puts her hand on my ribcage, and I flinch. “This tattoo. I had a dream about it.”
There’s no need to tell her information that could potentially be dangerous. “Yeah, you’re going to have to learn how to tattoo so you can cover it up.”
“You want me to tattoo you?” Presley sounds shocked.
“Out of all the things I’ve asked of you today, and what you’re witnessing right now you’re worried about putting a little ink in my skin?” Her fingers rub over the skin there as she tells me how bad she was in art class. The fact that she’s cool and calm right now is a testament to the type of woman that is required to hold my attention. “Stay here,” I mutter. “I mean that. As your bodyguard, I’m ordering you to stay here while I go grab that bag.”
“Your come is dripping down my leg. You’re more than my bodyguard.”
Turning to glance at her over my shoulder, I eye her up and down once. “That’s what she said.”
Presley scowls, and I leave her with a laugh as I jog toward the bag. Our new passports. All of the paperwork that make us legal. Coldren informed me he would set us up right, and do right by me. For being honest. For giving him another chance to get it right. Grabbing the bag, I retreat back to where Presley is waiting and find a key fob and a map.
“Ready, Bonnie?” I point at the map. “Our car is here. And we are here.” I tap a remote spot, nearby. At least we won’t have long to traipse in the woods without clothes.
“Let’s do it, Clyde.” The white van pulls away, and if we’re lucky he will be the last person we ever see from our former lives. Presley eyes the flames licking up in the distance. “Though I suppose this is more of a Thelma and Louise situation.”
“Hey,” I say, drawing her gaze to mine. “I love you.”
She melts, green eyes warming, and lips pulling up in the corner. “Not that kind you hate?”
“Never.” Not anymore, at least.
“I love you, too.”
