Page 39 of Shadow of the Moon

Sharp fingernails dug into his ass in supplication, and he ground even harder against her, circling, as her pants accelerated. Then, just a few hard strokes in, she arched off the mattress, giving a high, keening cry. The clutch of her body around his felt incredible. Knowing his own orgasm was close, he slowed, doing just enough to keep her body rippling but not enough to bring his own orgasm.

Amberly cried out and fell limp to the bed, her hands gliding up his body and out over his shoulders. Then they circled back and up to his head. Holding his face close, she kissed the fuck out of him, her tongue gliding in and out, doing everything he loved.

Even though he was trying to hold his orgasm back, she was doing everything she could to drag it out of him.

He wasn’t going to be able to fight it much longer.

Then she pushed him away.

Grinning, Dev rocked back on his heels, knowing what she wanted. Amberly lifted up, peeling the t-shirt over her head. Before she could even lower her arms, he’d cupped her ribcage in his hands and latched onto one of her breasts, sucking hard. She cupped his head in her hands, pressing her lips to his hair.

After he’d paid attention to both breasts, she drew away, and positioned herself diagonally across the mattress, face down. Then she spread her legs and lifted her ass to him.

Dev almost came right then. He gripped his cock in his hand and forced the orgasm to recede. Once he thought he had himself under control, he leaned over her. The position was perfect because when he guided his dick forward, he was perfectly in line with her hot, wet pussy. This was a very dangerous position, though. His dick glided over the inside of her pubic bone here, which was good for both of them. But it was too good. Within just a few gliding strokes, he was right back on the edge of orgasm. And she was grinding her ass up into him, trying to get him to hit deeper.

“I want you to fuck me, Devlin Kreed,” she moaned. “Now!”

All thoughts of prolonging the interlude left, and Dev let his body go. He slammed into her, over and over, desperation pushing him. He needed this orgasm, more than any other orgasm.

And as it washed over him, it was as perfect as it could be. Amberly cried out beneath him, her body going taut as she came again, her body clutching around his cock. Dev groaned because he didn’t think his orgasm was ever going to end, but eventually his body played itself out. He really tried not to slump on top of her, but he did for a second, making her giggle beneath him. Even that movement was too much for his sensitive dick, and his hips jerked into her again.

Once he’d caught his breath, he rolled to the side, smacking her pert ass as he went. Amberly giggled and turned over to nestle against his chest. They were both tacky with sweat, but he didn’t care. If she wanted to curl into his arms, he would damn well hold her. His arms had been empty too long.

Dev knew they were on a timeline, but he wasn’t going to allow Regent to steal this pleasure from him.

“I’ve missed laying like this, and being with you,” she murmured.

“Me too,” he rumbled, breathing in the scent of her hair. Absently, he stroked a hand down her back, then back up. Her skin was so incredibly soft, like a foal’s downy coat when it was first born. Her fingers were playing in his chest hair, twirling like she always used to do. Then her arm reached around his waist and squeezed.

They were going to have to talk about where their relationship was going, but it wouldn’t be today. “Maybe when this is all over we can get dinner or something.”

Amberly looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. “I would love that. We have to save D.C. and kill a man first.”

Devlin grinned. “We’d better get to it, then.”

Half an hour later,Amberly was still smiling.

Other people had talked about their exes like they were the worst people on earth, and less than twelve hours ago, she probably would have agreed.

Wasn’t it funny how fortune could turn on a dime?

They got cleaned up and repacked, then headed out to the car. Devlin had explained his reasoning about keeping the Charger, and she agreed. Hopefully, they would just blend into the crowd of other Chargers on the road. Once they got closer to where they were going, perhaps they would swap out for a truck.

They settled into the car and pulled their seatbelts on. She felt the crinkle of paper in her pocket. “Oh, I forgot about this,” she breathed.

It was the grocery list Zed had been tasked with. Smudged and crumpled, it had about a dozen items on it.

“Urea Nitrate has a line through it,” Devlin murmured, pointing. “Charley said some components were already being collected. That’s the fertilizer that was used in the ‘93 World Trade Center bombing, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” she agreed. “But he’s going further. He’s got components for scatter bombs on here. They scratched lengths of iron pipe through. Ten penny nails, ball bearings, detonation cord, are all crossed off. He’s also got SETA 3 on here, which is a lesser known name of one of the components of Semtex.”

Devlin glanced at her sharply as he sped up onto the interstate. “Same shit we used in the teams to blow stuff up.”

Amberly nodded. “Yup. It’s not crossed off, so I assume that’s what they were approaching the Russians for. So, even though he didn’t get the Semtex, or maybe more Semtex, he still has all the makings for an incredibly destructive pipe bomb. It would have to be hand carried, though. Which means he has to have people willing to be suicide bombers.”

“Holy hell… I wish we knew what was inside those cell phones. They could be little tiny charges of Semtex. If he had a way to wire the electronic trigger to only go off when he texted or called…” his voice trailed off.

“…the phones would be completely safe until he lost patience with his people or something,” she continued. She looked out the window for a moment. “He’s completely egomaniacal. He has all that power in his hand.”

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