Page 66 of Knot Guilty

“No. Your man is working solo. I’ll contact you when he starts back toward the cave.”

“Thanks, Birdie.”

“We’re going to need to wait until dark to make our move,” Maxen points out.

I glance down at my watch. Hmm. Six hours before dusk. “That’s a hell of a long time for the game to change.”

“I prefer to think that gives us a hell of a long time to… prepare,” he says with a wink.

I roll my eyes as Maxen cranks the engine. He drives around the city until stopping beside a roadside food stand near the outer boundary. In perfect Farsi, he orders food and pulls away as soon as it’s delivered.

With food in hand, I’m instructed to find a hotel for us to hide out in for the rest of the daylight hours. Of the three here, I pick the one closest to the cave’s entrance.

I don my scarf again, making sure my arms are covered. This town has a heavy presence of religious law enforcers compared to the last settlement. For this reason, I’m even more careful to remain unseen.

Maxen carries all the gear, and I take the food. Now, all we have to do is wait.

We scarf down the shawarma wraps, and Maxen gets on the floor to do some pushups. Needing to do something with my own muscles, I sit on the bed to do some stretching.

“What are your plans, Sadie?”

“Plans?”

“Yeah. What does the future look like for Sadie “Fate” Phelps?”

I stop stretching and stare at Maxen’s muscled back, rising and lowering in perfect form. “I like where I am. This is all I’ve ever wanted to do. I guess I’ll do it as long as I can. When it’s time to retire from fieldwork, I’d like to become the next generation’s Spatch.”

Maxen freezes and shudders. “That’ll give me nightmares.”

I bend at the waist, grabbing my feet. “What about you?”

“Well, that depends on the reason,” he answers without stopping his pushups.

“Huh?”

“The reason. My reason for staying or going. The bureaucrats in the Army gave me a reason to leave the Unit. Knot gave me a reason to join his company. I figure I’ll stay until I have a reason to leave. Right now, you’re a good reason to hang around.”

Ignoring the tingle in my cheeks, I resume stretching, facing away toward the bathroom door. “What about your desires? What drives you?” I ask in return.

I lift my chest off the bed in a snake pose, and a firm hand grasps my hands, where they’re joined behind my back. “My desires revolve around a certain redhead and my ability to make her scream.”

Maxen turns my head, taking my lips and making the most of my trapped hands to pull my shirt from my pants. That hand manages to undress me below the waist and then dips down between my legs to tease my clit, all while I’m trapped on my stomach.

Not once does his gaze leave mine. The silver specs in his eyes seem to sparkle and dance the more turned on he becomes. There exists a mystery behind those dark blue irises. Something dangerous and thrilling but otherwise lost to me. Maxen grins as though he’s challenging me to see it but knows I can’t.

I don’t like playing these games.

Even though Maxen has me close to orgasm, I roll out of his grip, pull my hands free, and shove him to his back. If we’re going to play a game, then we’ll play by my rules this time.

My shirt and bra are pulled off and tossed to the floor, and then I undo Maxen’s belt and pants, freeing his thick cock. Fisting him in both hands, I pump his shaft and move to straddle his middle in reverse. Next, I inch toward his boots until the head of his cock is at my clit.

Sliding forward and back, I use Maxen’s body to bring me to orgasm. While this isn’t the most intimate position, I don’t have to worry about Maxen teasing me with his knowing eyes or roguish smile. As the first tendrils of lightning curl through my body, I brace my hands on his shins and arch my back.

Only after the pulsating aftershocks end do I move again, and only far enough to line up the head of his cock with my entrance. I don’t slam my body down, choosing to tease and torture him as he did me. Firm hands grip my hips but don’t try to force me to take him inside.

Ever so slowly, I rock my body backward an inch, pulling right back off a second later. After doing this several times, Maxen’s upper half springs upward, and he grabs my braid, forcing me to sit upright on his lap. He shoves me down, impaling me all at once. One hand wraps around me to cup my breast, and the other goes to my slit, touching the spot where he and I connect.

Across the room, our reflections are partially visible in the mirror through the open door of the bathroom. The image is one I won’t soon forget. Apparently, that’s the point, Maxen proves as he growls in my ear. “You’ll never be able to bare your skin again without feeling my touch everywhere.”

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