Page 113 of Affair
He heard a quad roar by, and they’d just gotten into that hole fast enough.
Dropping, he hit the ground, and it jarred his body, but he managed to stay upright.
Somehow.
As soon as he was in the darkness, his other senses began taking over. Nearby, he could hear water.
Since he’d trained with the best of the best, he knew that water was a good sign, and it might just keep them alive if it was potable.
“Where are you, Gamble?” Poe whispered, that fear grabbing him by the throat.
Gamble reached to his left, and as he did, he felt him touch his chest.
“I’m right here,” he whispered, as they heard voices above them. “Shhhh,” he said softly, pulling the man closer so he was against his torso.
Immediately, Poe tucked himself into Gamble’s body to breathe in the scent of the man, and not to feel so out in the open—to the spiders.
Above them, the men hunting him must have stopped when they realized they had to climb the rocks. Hopefully, they’d go up the face of it, and see that they hadn’t gone that way.
Then, they would avoid this part of the woods altogether. That way, he’d be able to keep them safe.
Temporarily.
There was no doubt in a day or two, they’d send up drones or use infrared.
By then, they needed to be on the rez, and borrowing a vehicle to get the hell out of there.
For now, though, together, they stood in the dark and listened to the voices above them.
“I don’t think they came this way,” the one man finally admitted.
The wild part was that he had a British accent. Only, Gamble thought nothing of it. He’d worked with the US government and plenty of other ones.
“We saw the footprints,” the other said, and he was definitely American.
Cajun.
He sounded like the people in the swamps aroundNew Orleans. That meant he was from around here.
Gamble kept listening, trying to get as much information on the two as possible. He knew they weren’t too observant since they were literally right by the tree.
The whole time, Poe kept his face buried in Gamble’s neck, and held onto him like he was his lifeline. His hands were under his shirt on his back.
“The only other way they could have gone was on horseback,” the one said. “We have to find and kill the one and get information out of the other.”
Poe whimpered, and Gamble couldn’t risk him making a sound. He wasn’t sure if it would echo up to them or not. So, he did what he could.
He found the man’s mouth, and he kissed him. Holding his chin in his fingers, he plumbed the depths of his mouth to keep him silent.
And because he liked it.
Who was he kidding?
For some reason, kissing Poe was hot as fuck, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
The man clung to him, and he kissed him back.
That tactic worked.
