Page 61 of What I Should Have Done

My fingers gripped her cheeks, every fiber of my being thundering with an awakening. Deeper and deeper, my lips worked against hers. Warmth pooled low within my belly. I didn’t fight all of the tension that drew me closer and closer to her. Like putty, she melted into my kiss. Tasting of salt and sticky sweetness, my body craved more and more as she worked her mouth against mine. Fighting and dancing at the same time, every movement of mine was fueled by the desire to have her closer.

Threading my fingers back through her hair, I slipped my other hand around her waist and hoisted her tighter into my lap. A soft gasp left her lips, parting from mine so briefly, but I quickly captured her mouth again and slipped my tongue between her teeth. She welcomed it with a returning wet caress of her own taste.

The savagery simultaneously melded with passion, and I was no longer sitting in a dark cavern. No one but Scottie and I existed. There was no war. There was no death. Only the living, breathing desire that glued us together.

As I twisted her hair between my fingers while pressing harder with my hand against the small of her back, she slid her palms up my chest and around my neck. Raising onto her knees, her body flush against mine, her tongue darted against mine. I nibbled on her bottom lip, an unexpected whimper leaving my mouth as fuzzy static heightened low in my back. Heart racing, my entire body fired beneath her touch. Her slender fingers slid across the skin of my neck, tangling in the ends of my hair.

I tipped my head back as the pressure built between my legs, my dick straining against the buttons that no longer seemed strong enough to hold my pants closed. She rocked against me, her hips bucking with a soft moan that left her lips.

A moan that almost undid me in a split second.

Leaving her mouth, I slid my tongue down her neck, biting as she tipped her head back. All rational thought long since left the cave. Drowning in nothing but the taste of her skin on my tongue, her body rocking in rhythm against mine, I wasn’t just treading, I was effortlessly swimming in the pool we’d found ourselves in.

Sleek hair slid between my fingers as I found the end of her locks and tugged. Greedy. Hungry. She didn’t protest; instead, she increased the pressure against my hard-on. Another moan left her lips, and stars swirled in my vision.

“Fuck, Blondie,” she moaned.

Licking at my bite mark on her neck one last time, I returned to her mouth, shoving my tongue in without hesitation.

Every breath of mine was rapid, sporadic as she bucked her hips against me faster. Fuck was right, considering that my pants and hers were still on. But feeling her body begin to shiver against mine, I cracked my eyelids, craving more than anything to watch her through slitted lids as euphoria was creeping up on her. Nearly ready to take her away.

And a massive rumble split the rapture we were caught in.

My eyes snapped wide open as hers did, and she froze. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, straddled around my waist as the vibration of engines hummed closer and closer.

“Shit,” I growled, frustrated beyond belief.

“Shit,” she muttered. Her eyes stayed locked on mine and then she tipped her head, wearing an unreadable expression. She unexpectedly rolled her hips against me one more time. Her brows stitched together, strain caressing her features, and she buried her face with a whine into my shoulder.

Despite the massive fucking blue balls I was about to be left with, satisfaction of a different kind crept within my cold, black heart.

Holding her tightly against my body so she knew that she was safe, I listened to the approaching vehicles that eventually rolled to an idle, and then the engines cut off completely. Her chest continued to rise and fall rapidly, wrapped in my arms, as I listened and attempted to calm my heart.

And my dick.

Muted words swirled into the air, distant chatter that I couldn’t make out. Straining harder to hear, I attempted to count the different voices. So far, all of them sounded male, and then I heard the pitch of a very unforgettable tone.

Sighing, I took the opportunity to slide my fingers through Scottie’s hair one more time. “Guess who’s out there?” I muttered in her hair.

She suddenly whipped her head up from my neck and scrambled away from me. Her face paled. “Mikey, what the fuck was that?” she whispered, rather angrily, gesturing at me.

I pulled my brows together, grabbing my vest and helmet, choosing to ignore her question. “The team’s come looking for us.”

“Don’t do that, Mikey,” she mumbled, gathering her equipment.

“Don’t do what?” I strapped my vest together.

“That! You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Her voice shifted. A little louder and more desperate.

“What was it to you?” I asked, buckling the helmet and adjusting my balaclava back over my mouth.

Her hands quickly worked her hair back into a smooth and sleek bun. She stared at me, no words leaving her mouth, not until both of us could clearly make out the team discussing where we might be since there were only two bodies beside our blown up buggy. Bodies that weren’t us.

“That never happened,” she whispered, her eyes misting over.

“No one else knows what happened, Scotch,” I protested.

“But if they found out, my career would be over. You don’t understand, you never will be able to. You’re a man. You’re a boy in a boy’s club. You’ll be cheered on by everyone else while I…” Her voice softened to barely being audible. “I will be ostracized, or worse.”

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