Текст книги "Slaying the Dragon"
Автор книги: T.K. Leigh
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Mackenzie
“HOW COULD THAT EVEN be possible?” a familiar voice bellowed through the lobby of the flight operations base in Tampa. I trailed behind Colleen and Olivia, little Melanie clutching her mother’s hand, while someone dealt with all of our bags. We all stopped dead in our tracks as Alexander paced the comfortable lobby, other passengers who were getting ready to take off in their own private planes staring at him in awe.
Melanie looked back at me and grinned. “Daddy’s working. That’s his work voice.”
I smiled for the first time all day, thankful for the break in the tension that had permeated the flight across the Gulf of Mexico.
“Hush, Melanie,” Olivia said. “Daddy’s just trying to figure out what’s going on. That’s all.”
“What happened, Mama?” she asked.
Olivia looked down at Melanie, then at me, then back at her daughter once more. Her little green eyes were alive with eagerness as she stared at her mother, waiting. “I don’t know, sweet pea,” Olivia finally said, caressing her daughter’s face in such a caring and doting manner. I instinctively placed my hand over my stomach, hoping I’d have that same bond with my son…and that Tyler would, as well. “But Uncle Tyler is hurt and we’re all here to make sure he gets better.”
“Like when I scraped my knee?” she asked.
“Exactly. Remember how Daddy kissed your boo-boo and made it all better after you had to get those stitches?”
She nodded.
“Well, that’s why we’re here.”
“Olivia, love,” Alexander’s voice cut through, but it wasn’t the same demanding, irate voice that was bellowing through the lobby just minutes ago. It was calm and serene, as if her presence was the only thing that could assuage his anxiety about what had happened to his brother.
“Alex…” She sighed into his embrace. I couldn’t help but feel a hint of jealousy at their exchange. He placed an affectionate kiss on her lips before turning his attention to Melanie. He swooped her up in his arms and spun her around, her infectious giggles lightening the mood.
“Did you miss me?” Melanie asked through her laughs.
“What kind of silly question is that? Is the sky blue?”
“Yes!”
“Then I missed you more than words can say, peanut.” He lowered her back to the ground, kissing her head in a loving manner.
“I’m going to kiss Uncle Tyler’s boo-boo to make it all better.”
Alexander’s solemn expression immediately returned, causing a rush of nerves to course through me. Despite everything I thought about who he was as a person, that one look conveyed his love for his brother, how distraught he was over the fact he was lying in a hospital bed with severe injuries.
“I’ve called the hospital,” he said in a firm voice, addressing all of us. “They wouldn’t give me details regarding his condition.”
“Is he conscious?” Colleen asked quickly, desperate for any sort of news that her son was okay.
“They wouldn’t say. Our best bet is to go over there and make someone give us some answers. There are two SUVs out front to escort us to the hospital.” He turned to Olivia. “Why don’t you and Ma take one. I’ll go in the other with Miss Delano.”
I immediately tensed up and shot my eyes to Colleen, silently begging her to volunteer to ride with me. I didn’t know how far the hospital was from where we were, but the idea of being alone with a man who, just months ago, did everything he could to keep Tyler away from me made me edgy.
“I think Mackenzie may be able to help me figure out what happened to Tyler.” He turned to me, his green eyes imploring. Those green eyes that were so similar to Tyler’s. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to sit in a car with…,” he said quietly as Colleen and Olivia began heading toward the front doors.
“You’ve got that right,” I hissed, my voice barely audible.
“But I think if I tell you what I know, you may be able to fill in the blanks.”
“I don’t know anything. All I know is he was supposed to be at my baby shower today and he never showed. I assumed it was because of the fight we had yesterday, then Martin told me…” I bit my lip, trying to hide my tears from Alexander at the thought that the last words I would ever say to Tyler were during a fight.
“It’s okay. Let’s talk.” He placed his hand on my back and escorted me to an idling SUV. After helping me in, he ran around to the other side and got in beside me.
The driver pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the road. I kept my eyes glued outside, watching as streetlights zoomed by. My back remained straight, my posture taut as to not show weakness.
“I guess I should start by apologizing,” Alexander finally said.
I shot my eyes to him, somewhat surprised. I didn’t know what I expected him to say to me, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“I thought I was doing what was best for Tyler by keeping him out of the country,” he continued. “You have to look at things from where I’m sitting. Tyler’s my brother and all this shit kept happening. I didn’t know what to think, and until I knew what was going on, I needed to do everything I could to make sure nothing happened to him.”
“But he’s an adult!” I shot back. “You took advantage of the way he looks up to and admires you, and used that against him! Not to mention you tried to fuck with my memory! Do you have any idea how horrible it is to wake up every morning and question your own reality? To wonder if something finally snapped in your mind and you made everything up?”
“I can only imagine…”
“And you did that to me! You! And why? To make me think I never met Tyler? What could you possibly gain from that?”
“Sometimes in the field, no matter how much training you have, you make bad tactical decisions, particularly where a loved one is concerned. I’m sorry you were the collateral damage of that. I’ll be the first to admit I never considered anything from your perspective. If I could rewind the clock, I would handle everything differently, but I don’t have that luxury. What I do have is the present, and I hope you’ll find it in your heart to give me the opportunity to start over with you. You’re one of the most important people in Tyler’s life, and that makes you one of the most important people in my life.”
“You two are pretty close, aren’t you?” I asked, shifting gears. I wasn’t sure I could forgive Alexander for everything he did to me, but I could at least try to get to know him as a person and the brother of the man with whom I was in love.
He sighed, a troubled look crossing his brow. “We were. While he was going to college, we used to get together at least once a week for a drink. Then…” He sighed. “Then it was awkward between us. He left to join the navy, and I had a family of my own, so we kind of grew apart. When he came back and started to work at the security company, things were still tense between us. It wasn’t until he came back from Sudan a few months ago that we finally started to talk again. He was absolutely livid at me over what I had done. He even got a few punches in.”
I gasped, giggling a little. “He did?”
Alexander nodded, caressing his jaw. “Yeah. So I actually have you to thank. If he never met you, I don’t know if we’d be back to having the normal relationship we did all those years ago. Granted, now he’s a few thousand miles away so that makes being able to go grab a drink together a bit cumbersome…”
I bowed my head, starting to realize why moving back to Boston was so important to Tyler. He had been away from home for so long, and not just because of this assignment. Even when he was home, it didn’t seem like home, not if his relationship with his family was strained. But now that it was back to normal, according to Alexander, I could understand his desire to return there and have that connection once more. I regretted being so selfish as to not even consider his side.
“So,” I said, clearing the air a bit. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
Alexander shrugged. “Actually, that was it. I just wanted to get you alone so I could properly apologize to you.”
“So you don’t know anything about Tyler? You sounded quite upset on the phone when we landed.”
“Well, yes, but I’m not sure you have any answers that will help us.”
“Try me,” I said, leaning against the window of the car. “You never know. Maybe I know someone who can give us some insight about what happened.” I raised my eyebrows at him, hoping he’d take the bait. I was desperate to know what he knew about Tyler’s condition and would promise him anything, regardless of how empty those promises were.
“You know Tyler was looking into who could have set up your father, correct?”
I nodded. “Yeah. The last time I met with my father, I asked if he’d speak with Tyler and give him his side. Tyler hoped maybe there was something he was missing and my dad would have that missing piece.”
“He mentioned that,” Alexander said. “Tyler had some of his guys digging into your father’s past…his time in the Rangers, then Counterintelligence, all of it…hoping to see if they could uncover something that would tell us who was behind everything. Two of Tyler’s team members uncovered a classified mission your father led in Bosnia.”
An unsettled feeling formed in the pit of my stomach at his words. My father didn’t speak much of his time on deployment, but he did talk about all the places he had been. He had never mentioned Bosnia, and I knew something must have happened there that he’d rather leave forgotten and buried. I just prayed it wasn’t something that would paint him as a monster.
“There was no record of it anywhere,” he continued, “apart from your father filing a report that two of his team members had died. It could have been nothing, but they decided to check it out.”
Sighing, he ran his hand over his face, his unease returning. “Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that only two members of your father’s team are still alive. Everyone else is dead or missing. So Benson and Maxwell, two of Tyler’s team members, went to go question one of them. Tyler and Eli went to question the other. When Benson and Maxwell got to the guy’s house, it was in flames. The door was wired to trigger an explosion when it was opened. The subject in question was not in the house at the time, but his housekeeper triggered the explosion and died. Subsequently, his body was found in his car at a casino parking lot in Oklahoma, the cause of death an apparent heart attack.”
“And Tyler…?” I asked with a quiver in my voice.
“Well, Benson said he spoke with Tyler to apprise him of the situation. He and Maxwell decided to stay in Oklahoma to follow-up on any information they may find. It wasn’t until Martin touched base with them earlier today that they grew concerned something was wrong. They called around and found that Tyler and Eli were discovered unconscious on the beach below a stilt house that was engulfed in flames. As you would have guessed, the individual they were sent to question was found in the parking lot of a bar, having also died of an apparent heart attack.”
“It’s suspicious though, isn’t it?” I said softly.
He nodded. “Someone must have known Tyler’s team was looking into your father and wanted to put a stop to it.”
“But how? Who else knew about what they were doing?”
“Well, that’s the million dollar question. One I intend to get to the bottom of.”
Mackenzie
I SAT IN A sterile white waiting room on an uncomfortable chair, doctors and nurses rushing past us every few minutes. The sound of various monitors and the automatic doors surrounded me. It wasn’t until now that the reality sank in. Even after Martin told me there was an accident, it didn’t seem real. Now, as I waited for some news, my hand clutched in Colleen’s, the truth was impossible to ignore.
“Mrs. Burnham,” a gentle voice said and we all shot our heads up to see a short, blonde doctor dressed in scrubs standing with a clipboard.
“Yes?” Colleen replied as we all eagerly awaited news.
“I’m Doctor Pell. I’ve been in charge of your son’s treatment over the past twenty-four hours.”
“No one would tell us anything,” Colleen began. “How is he?”
“He’s in a lot of pain,” she explained. “He’s suffered some burns on his arms, but they’re relatively minor and will fully heal in time. He must have taken a pretty nasty fall, which resulted in three cracked ribs.”
“Can we see him?” I asked, desperate to see his chest rise and fall so I knew he was still alive.
“Yes, but we’ve been keeping him relatively sedated to ease the pain a bit. I’m hopeful he’ll make a full recovery, but he has a few weeks until he’ll be able to walk out of here.”
“I still need to see him,” I insisted, raising myself from my chair and placing my hand over my stomach.
The doctor surveyed me and her lips turned into a gentle smile. “Of course. Follow me.”
I started out of the waiting room, then glanced over my shoulder to see Colleen, Alexander, Olivia, and Melanie remaining behind. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked.
Colleen shook her head. “No, you go ahead. Now that we know he’s okay, in a manner of speaking, we’ll go check into the hotel and give you some time alone with him. Just call one of us when you’re ready to leave and we’ll send the car to come get you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, dear,” she replied in a reassuring manner. “Now, go see my baby.”
Smiling appreciatively, I turned and followed the doctor down several corridors toward the recovery suites. She paused outside one of the doors and slowly pushed it open, allowing me to enter, then left me alone.
The sound of monitors surrounded me, the decibel level seeming to get increasingly louder and higher as I put one foot in front of the other. With each step, Tyler’s tall, built body, drained of all color, came more into focus. Bruises covered his face, stitches stretching across his chin and brow. His arms were covered in bandages, as was his midsection. Everything made him look frail, as if he were teetering on the brink of living and dying. Seeing Tyler in this state, confirming with my own eyes that he had narrowly escaped death, brought forward all the emotions I had been suppressing all evening.
I fell to the chair beside him and grabbed his hand in mine. Burying my face against him, I shivered as a chill flew through me. “I’m so sorry, Tyler,” I sobbed into his chest. “I was so stubborn the other day. You just want to share your life with me and, being who I am, I completely blew it out of proportion. I get it now. I promise I’ll stop being a pain in the ass. I want a new beginning with you. I want to start over again where we can watch our son play in the leaves and make snow angels. I want my new start with you…in Boston.”
I glanced up to see his eyes still closed, his breathing light and even. I soaked in his face, memorizing everything about it. My tears continued to fall as I thought how different tonight could have gone, how it was a possibility I could have been sitting in a morgue instead of next to Tyler’s unconscious body. Life was fragile, and I vowed to never take it for granted again.
Lowering my lips to his, I kissed him, his mouth unmoving against mine. “I love you, Tyler Burnham.” I rested my head on his chest and listened to the drumming of his heart, the rhythm soothing me.
“So is that all it takes to get you to agree to move in with me?” a husky voice commented. My eyes widening, I pulled back and gazed into a pair of tired green eyes. “Surviving an explosion and a two-story fall?”
“Tyler!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him. I was breathless, a tingling spreading through me.
He yelped softly and I immediately drew back.
“Sorry.” I bit my lip. “I got carried away.”
“You’re worth the pain,” he replied, clutching my hand in his.
“I thought I lost you,” I choked out as he closed his eyes once more, obviously trying to fight off the drugs.
“Impossible, Serafina,” he crooned. “You think a small little fire can keep me from you? It’ll take a lot more than a few burns and some cracked ribs.”
I laughed at how nonchalant he was over nearly dying, allowing the warmth of his presence and heart to surround me as I rested my head next to his.
“I love you, Tyler.”
“Even with my stank ass hospital breath?” he joked.
“Especially with your stank ass hospital breath.”
He let out a content sigh as a small smile crossed his face. “Stay,” he murmured in a lazy voice.
“For how long?”
“Forever.”
I took a satisfied breath and held onto his hand, remaining by his side throughout the night. Forever sounded like a good plan to me.
~~~~~~~~~~
LOW VOICES ECHOED AROUND me, but I tried to tune them out. A sort of glow filled me and I didn’t want to wake up only to find out it had all just been a dream.
“You can’t really think it was someone on the inside,” a voice said softly.
Tyler.
“I don’t know what to think,” Alexander whispered in response. “Who knew what you were doing?”
“Just Benson, Maxwell, Eli, Martin, and me. Hell, Benson and Maxwell had just tracked down the lead. We hadn’t even contacted either subject to let them know we were coming.”
“And Martin already did a sweep of your house for bugs.” He sighed loudly. I could sense his frustration.
It was silent for a moment before anyone spoke again. “You said Maxwell hacked into some army database and that’s how he found out about the mission in Bosnia, right?” Tyler asked, his tone growing urgent.
“Yes. You don’t think…?”
“What other explanation is there? Maybe whoever did this is just as talented, or more so, than Maxwell is. Mackenzie’s friend, Damian, has been missing for months now, and he just happens to be one of my most skilled hackers out there. Maybe he was taken, like his FBI colleagues think, and is being forced to do this guy’s dirty work. From what I’ve read about him, he’s more than capable of putting a trace on the file, and maybe when Maxwell hacked into it, he could have stirred up something that had been left dormant for years. Think about it… The members of the team who had died or gone missing did so years ago. And now, all of a sudden, the remaining two, who had been practically impossible to even track down, end up dead, their houses wired to explode. I think we may have found out the link as to why Galloway was set up. I have a feeling it has something to do with the mission in Bosnia and how two of his men ended up not coming home from that mission.”
“Well, in light of recent events, there’s an unfortunate reality we need to face,” Alexander said.
“That Galloway is the only remaining member of his Ranger team still alive,” Tyler responded, dejected.
“Precisely… Suspicious or just a coincidence?”
“I know. I just…”
I began to stir, not wanting to listen to any more. I didn’t want to hear anything else that could taint the picture of my father I had in my head.
“There you are,” Tyler crooned, meeting my eyes as they adjusted to the light in the room. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”
“No, you didn’t.” I sat up in the chair, rubbing my sore neck, my entire body aching from whatever position I had fallen asleep in.
“Well,” Alexander said, eyeing both Tyler and me. “I’ll give you two a bit of privacy. I’ll be back sometime this afternoon with Olivia and Melanie.” He placed his hand on Tyler’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “I’m glad you’re okay, Ty.”
Tyler met his brother’s eyes, placing his hand over his. “Me, too. See you in a bit.”
“You bet.” Alexander released his hold on him and retreated from the room, closing the door behind him.
“Good morning,” I said, grabbing his hand in mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I jumped off a deck.”
I smiled warmly at his ability to make light of what he had been through.
“How’s Eli doing? Have you heard?” I asked. I had been so concerned with Tyler’s well-being, I had completely forgotten about Eli.
“He’s actually doing a lot better than I am. From what they said, they figure I pushed him out of the way and took the brunt of the explosion. He dislocated his shoulder and has a mild concussion, but he’s up and walking today.”
“What happened?” I asked now that he seemed much more coherent than he did just twelve hours earlier.
He sighed. I could tell he was tired of repeating the story over and over. I had heard the basics from Alexander, but I wanted Tyler’s point of view.
“Friday, Benson came to me with a potential lead,” he began, repeating what I already knew about a link between my father and a classified mission in Bosnia. “When we got to the guy’s house, there was no answer. We peeked in and saw signs that struck us as odd, so we decided to break in, just in case something was amiss. That’s when I got the phone call from Benson about the explosion at the house of the guy they were supposed to question. Just as Eli turned the knob, I heard a click and pushed him out of the way. Everything after that was kind of a blur. I remember hoisting myself over the railing of the deck and landing on the beach below. The last thing I could recall before waking up here was seeing your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
He nodded. “I was so worried I wasn’t going to make it and you’d have to raise our son without me. I began to regret so many things, Mackenzie…missed opportunities, missed moments, missed kisses. And I swore, if I survived, I’d do everything to make up for all of that lost time with you. I’ve been so focused on finally figuring out what happened with your father all those years ago. I lost sight of what’s really important.” His voice had an urgent and demanding quality to it. I was lost in his words and eyes as his hand caressed my knuckles, a yearning coursing through me.
“And what’s that?” I murmured.
“You,” he exhaled, a peaceful smile on his face. “The doctor said I’m stuck here for at least two weeks while they treat my burns. After that, let’s go somewhere and get away from everything for a while. I want to go somewhere different, somewhere fresh, somewhere we can get the new beginning we both need. We’re already in Florida. We’ll go rent a house in Palm Beach for a few weeks. We can wake up every morning and watch the sunrise. We’ll spend our days watching the relaxing waves. Every night, we can make love like it’s the first time. Hell, we can even get married while we’re there.”
“What?!” I exclaimed, pulling away and staring at him, wide-eyed.
He reached for my hand, caressing it once more as my spine remained taut. I wondered if this was simply the pain meds talking. “I know it may not be entirely conventional, but since when have we really followed any rule book?”
“Never,” I replied, laughing through my nerves. Everything about this was completely unexpected. But, then again, everything about my relationship with Tyler had been that way from the very beginning.
“Serafina Galloway,” he began, surprising me with the ease he spoke my real name, “I know things haven’t always been easy between us, not to mention the fact our entire relationship early on was based on lies. But I’d rather be completely exasperated by your thick-headedness than have it easy with someone else. I’d rather fight my way through every jungle, desert, and stormy ocean to hold you than to never feel my heart race with adrenaline like it does when I think of you. I’d rather wake up to an empty bed without you in it than wake up next to the wrong person every day for the rest of my life. You are it for me. You’re my turtledove, my lightning strike.”
I remained speechless, holding my breath. This proposal seemed different than his first one. That one was tainted with his lies and deception. I had been hesitant to consider marrying him back then, concerned with the fact that it was too soon, that people didn’t just meet and get engaged a few weeks later. But now, after everything that had transpired between us, there was no hesitation on my part. I knew what my answer had to be.
“Tyler, I…”
Before I could finish what I wanted to say, he reached into the neck of his hospital gown and pulled out his dog tags.
“Since when do you wear those?” I asked.
Shrugging, he lifted them over his head, cringing a bit from the pain in his ribs. “Usually only when I go somewhere that could be dangerous. It’s always good to have them as a form of identification, just in case. I wore them every day while I was over in Sudan.”
“Was it dangerous there?”
He shook his head, toying with the chain a bit before breaking it open. “No. I wore these to keep a reminder of what I lost close to my heart.”
I followed his hands and saw him slide off a brilliant diamond solitaire, the stone easily at least three carats, surrounded by a double band of smaller stones. “Serafina Galloway,” he said, his voice steady, his expression serene, “I’ve lived every day with the pain I caused you. I know we still have a long way to go, but I promise I will do everything I can to make you smile more than you frown. I promise to love you and our son more than words can even express. I promise to always be honest with you. Please, marry me.” He raised the ring to my finger, his eyes eagerly awaiting my answer.
Ever since I was a little girl, I had dreamed of what my proposal would be like. I had envisioned a handsome man clad in a suit kneeling before me, asking me to spend the rest of my life with him. I never imagined sitting in a hospital room, my Prince Charming covered with burns and scars, holding a stunning ring up to me, begging me to give him a chance to prove his words were true. But I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. It was perfect. It was meaningful. More importantly, it was us.
“Yes, Tyler. Of course I’ll marry you!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him and kissing him fully on the mouth.
He let out a low groan and I pulled back to see a look of discomfort on his face.
“Sorry,” I said, cupping his cheek. “I keep forgetting.”
“It’s okay. Feeling your lips on mine is certainly worth the pain. Don’t worry. Doc said I’ll be back to my fighting shape in a few weeks, and I plan on making up for lost time, if you know what I mean.” He raised his eyebrows in a lascivious manner, and a heat radiated through me from his intense gaze.
“Oh, really? And how do you intend to go about that?” I asked, my mouth hovering over his.
“It’s a surprise.”
I shook my head. “You don’t get off that easily, mister. I want a sneak peek at your hand.” I tugged at his hair, running my tongue across the stubble that had grown on his cheek.
“You don’t play fair. If a nurse came in right now, do you know how hard it would be to hide what you’re doing to me?”
I glanced down and saw his excitement through the hospital sheets. “Good. I want them to be jealous of what’s mine,” I murmured in a sultry voice.
“Yours?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Yes. Mine.”
“Mine,” he repeated, running his tongue across my lips. “I would start slow,” he breathed, caving in to my request that he give me a sneak peek. His chest began to rise and fall faster, his tone becoming more raspy with each word he spoke. “And by slow, I don’t mean gentle. I know you, Serafina, and I know you like it just like I do.”
“And how’s that?” I asked, my voice seductive.
“Rough, hard. You like to feel every thrust and push. And I like the way you feel around me when I bring you closer and closer to the brink.”
I moaned, my body on fire. Just picturing how he wanted to seduce me was setting me off, every nerve in my body sensitive. “More,” I exhaled. “I want more.”
“I’ll push you against the wall and make you feel how much I want you. You’ll plead with me to get on with it already, but I’ll make you wait for it, beg for it. I won’t even kiss you, not yet. I’ll be so close, yet just far enough away that you’ll be on edge, ready to fall apart the first time I touch you…and I will touch you.”
“Where?” I moved toward the edge of my chair, wishing I could crawl into the hospital bed beside him and feel his skin on mine. The next few weeks would be torture.
“I’ll start by running my fingers through your hair,” he said as he grabbed my ponytail, forcing my head back. “I’ll have you trapped, unable to see anything I don’t want you to. Then I’ll take my time exploring the rest of your body. Your lips. Your neck. Your chest. Your stomach. Your nipples. I’ll push against you as I take them in my mouth, sucking on them. Your entire body will be on edge, your mind a blank slate as you fight against coming from that alone.”
I kept my eyes closed, moisture pooling between my legs. I squeezed them together, praying for some sort of release. I didn’t care that we were in a hospital where his nurses or doctor could walk in at any minute. I needed something to ease the tension.
“Then, just when you’re about to let go, I’ll release my hold on you, leaving you a panting mess. This is when I’ll ask you one question.”
“Yes?” I breathed. “What’s that?”
“Do you want more, Serafina?”
“Yes,” I responded almost immediately. I lowered my head to his and nibbled on his earlobe. “I need more.”
“That’s my girl,” he crooned in a sly voice. “I’ll lift you onto the desk and tell you to spread your legs, and you’ll obey like the good girl you are.”
My legs were on autopilot, obeying his demand as if we were acting out the words he spoke.
“Good.” He ran his hand through my hair before traveling the length of my body, down my torso, over my hip, stopping at my thigh. My stomach clenched, anticipation rushing through me. I felt light-headed, my skin tingling with each passing moment.
“I’ll run my tongue up and down your inner thighs, keeping my eyes glued to that perfect pussy of yours, and I’ll get so fucking hard when I see how wet you are. I won’t be able to take it anymore. I’ll need to taste you, to feel you, to watch you come.” Instantly, his fingers found their way beneath my skirt, pushing my panties to the side, and he began to circle me. I bit on his neck, trying to muffle my screams.
“We wouldn’t care that we were in front of the window where anyone could see us. We would only get louder and louder as we put on a show for all the miserable couples outside. And we would vow to never become one of those people. We would promise to never let life and commitments come between us. I couldn’t imagine going more than a day where I couldn’t listen to your moans, where I couldn’t watch you move against me, where I couldn’t feel this beautiful pussy as it comes around me.”
