Page 111 of Chasing Sarah

The drive to where we will be staying is silent. Everyone’s mentally preparing for what is to go down tomorrow night.

The SUVs travel down a dirt road within the jungle. I slide closer to the window and watch as the trees go by. A wide smile spreads across my face when I see a group of monkeys swinging from tree to tree.

I take in the place we’ll be staying for the night. It’s an older building that seems to have been built to fitintothe land versus on it.

The canopy of trees combined with the different vines growing along the walls make it difficult to spot the structure. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots why we are staying here.

* * *

Later that night, Rhys and I are lying in bed. My head rests on his bare chest. His fingers lightly trace up and down my side. I soak up every minute of his skin pressed against mine. Of the rhythmic beating of his heart.

After everyone set up and separated to their respective rooms, Rhys and I showered and fell into bed.

The way we moved wasn’t as aggressive – borderline feral – as it has been before. It was sensual. Slow. Every touch of his body, lick of his tongue, and stroke of his length moving in and out of me felt heightened.

Those three little words fall from my lips as if I’ve always said them. I still struggle with survivor’s guilt, but I knowmy brothers would be upset if I held back my chance at true happiness because of it.

So, here I am.

Feeling the blissfulness, I’ve been denying myself.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Rhys’ whisper breaks our comfortable silence.

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. “You, Declan, and Liam were able to take out nearly the entire Bratva. It’s time to put a stop to what that bastard started.”

Just the thought of destroying Vladimir’s perceivedlegacyhas me wanting to say, ‘fuck it’ and go to the location now.

“We will,” he says, lifting my chin so I have to meet his eyes. “Just promise me, you’ll stay close.”

After my freak out during our first mission, I made it a priority to work through whatever I could to avoid, or at least reduce, the chances of it happening again. I’ve been writing in a journal, meditating, and practicing more kickboxing and muay thai moves to help clear my mind. It’s helped, but after I lost it in the penthouse, I’m not as confident about my progress.

“I promise.” I lift up, pressing a kiss to his lips.

His hand moves to play with my hair when I set my head back on his chest.

It doesn’t take but a few seconds before I’m asleep.

* * *

“Holy Christ.”

I blush when I step out of the bathroom. The red dress I’m sporting makes me feel like Jessica Rabbit, sans the massive ass and tits, but we’re going to pretend that isn’t an issue. It fits me like a second skin, and I’m obsessed with how comfortable it is.

The only thing this dress is missing is pockets.

When will people realize that women want pockets?

Under my dress, a pistol is strapped to my inner thigh. The slit going up my leg stops just below the knee, so there isn’t a risk of it being seen.

Rhys still sort of towers over me despite the heels I’m wearing. He pulls me into his arms and presses a gentle kiss to the hollow of my neck.

“This fucking dress,” he mutters against my skin. “My cock is already begging me to lift it and fuck you right now.”

I whimper as his words send electricity through my body.

Emphasizing his point, he presses his erection into me.

“Cut the shit.”

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