Page 78 of Rat Race

Never seemed to be enough time in this fuckin’ place.

Aubrey's tits bounced as she rode me. I pushed her crop top up, freeing them. They were so perfectly kissable looking, especially as they jerked with everymovement. My imagination took me to a place where I'd use a strap on to fuck her entirely too brave mouth until she choked, then watched as the softcurves of her body moved as I drove her into the mattress of some fancy-ass hotel.

An idea for once we'd won this thing.

In the meantime, I pressed my fingers hard against my girl's sweet spot, dragging her backwards until she hit the stones hard, her cunt bared to me as I bent to meet my hand, lips wrapping around her clit for a firm suck that had her screaming.

“I'm going to come! Fuck! Cam, please!” Aubrey gasped and moaned, feebly pressing against my mouth.

But I didn't need no direction to help me make my woman come as I circled my tongue over the bud of nerves. It wasn't long before Aubrey's moans hit their peak, dissolving into half-sobs of pleasure as her muscles clenched hard around my fingers for my effort.

Tears slipped from the corners of Aubrey's eyes, her breaths heavy as she rejoined me from space.

“Untie me,” she whispered, her eyes finding mine as I wiped my mouth. “I really need to kiss you.”

I smiled, leaning forward to oblige.

“Good girl.”

The bodies were right where we left them, hanging from the spikes, their blood dripping into a puddle on the floor.

I almost felt sorry for the two new people Elijah recruited.

The Church taught him well.

He used people until he couldn’t anymore and tried his best to keep his hands from getting dirty unless absolutely necessary.But at the end of the day, they knew what they’d signed up for and had the chance to leave before it came to this.

But the one who held my attention was the Architect. Hiram got caught up in the crossfire, no doubt a pawn Elijah was going to use to win my parents over.

And while I might not be able to use Hiram, it made me happy to know Elijah wouldn’t either.

“I think it was somewhere over here,” Aubrey muttered as she searched the ground.

Something caught my eye. The slight movement of light reflected off the blood pouring from the wound in his neck. The slight rise and fall of his chest.

And thewheezing.

“Hold on,” I said and ducked between the spikes that held the bodies up. I got closer and bent down so I could look him in the eyes.

They were open and staring right at me.

Excitement zapped through my body.

Seeing that Aubrey had set off the trap, I assumed the kill had been attributed to her, but if his heart was still beating…

“Show me where it is.”

“Here!” I followed Aubrey’s pointed finger as she beamed at me.

“Good girl,” I praised, giving her a smile. “You don’t know how much you’ve done for me.”

Not so much a sin sent to tempt me, but maybe an angel sent to put me on the right path.

“The Architect is still alive,” I said, weaving through the spikes and coming to a halt where the trap was located.

“The spikes are probably the only thing keeping him from bleeding out,” she mused, casting a glance back at him. “Pity, the money would have been nice.”

“You don’t care about that,” I pointed out.

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