Page 17 of Call Sign: Thunder
Men had hurt her. Men had kidnapped her and drugged her. They would have raped her if Zach hadn't saved her.
That was the moment she knew her life was forever changed. This event—this horrible event—it had changed her. It was the kind of thing that marked a moment in time. There would forever be 'before the kidnapping' and 'after the kidnapping'. She prayed that, with time, she would forget everything about the horrific few hours that constituted the actual kidnapping. There was nothing positive to glean from it.
That wasn't true. She looked up at Zach. His dark hair and unshaven stubble covering his strong jaw. His kind green eyes that looked worried. She felt his muscular arms that had carried her to safety and his chest that had been her pillow as she'd slept. His strong hands had cared for her.
Oh God. She'd begged him to fuck her. Humiliation at the memory of her abhorrent behavior flooded her. She knew it had been the drugs, yet shame made her snap her eyes closed, afraid to see reproach in his eyes.
"Allie. Open those eyes." Oh God, why couldn't the bottom of the helicopter open up and suck her away so she didn't have to face him. The worst part was now that she remembered, she was desperate for him to touch her again.
The blinding need was building again. He'd helped her take the edge off once, but the drugs were still rushing through her blood, clouding her judgment.
She couldn't have stopped her rocking if she wanted to. She tried valiantly to get some contact to her swollen clit, but it wasn't working. Pressure was building again. She inched her fingers lower, desperate to touch herself.
Zach's voice was louder. Demanding. "Open, now." It was a command. She obeyed.
His green eyes bore into her. He knew. She felt the warmth of her blush on her face.
She found the water bottle at her lips and she drank with thirst. But long after her thirst was quenched, Zach continued to force water on her.
"No more!" she sputtered as water she could no longer swallow spilled down her chin and onto her chest.
"Yes, more. We need to get as much water in you as we can to flush that shit out of your system. Do you know what they gave you?"
She remembered, but she didn't want to say the words. It was too horrible. Then she realized that other women would surely be tortured with the same fate. If she could assist in making sure it wouldn't make it into the mainstream public's hands, she had to speak up.
"I don't think it has a name. They called it... the next generation date rape drug. They were testing it. Preparing to mass produce it."
"Fuck me."
She couldn't help but smile. "I tried. You said no."
It wasn't funny. She shouldn't make jokes, yet in that moment they both grinned.
"Thank you for that, by the way. At the time I hated you, but… well… you know."
"I do know. I just hope you'll forgive me for…"
"Forgive you? You saved me! You helped me."
"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly proud of everything I did." His eyes met hers seriously before leaning close to whisper in her ear. "And if you don't quit that rocking, I'm gonna have to do it again."
His arms wrapped her close, making her feel safe. She laid her head on his shoulder, drinking in his masculine scent. Desire for him flared and for the first time, she knew it wasn't all the drug’s doing. She would want to be with a man like Zach with or without the drug.
A voice came over the loud speaker announcing they were only forty-five minutes out from the base. As anxious as she was to have her nightmare end, she wasn't looking forward to saying goodbye to her savior. She'd most likely never see him again after the mission ended.
"Hey, what's this? Where'd that smile go?" He tried to cheer her, but she saw the same sadness in his eyes. He knew time was short too.
The burn was getting worse again. God, she needed…
"Please. Can you… help me… again?"
His eyes widened, unsure if she meant what he thought. She nodded. He looked around the benches in the back of the transport helicopter, taking stock of how many of his unit were still sleeping. He was tempted.
Allison moved her hand from under the cover to find his. They twined their fingers together before she started to move their joined hands below the blanket. She burned for him to touch her again.
His fingers brushed her lightly before he yanked his hand back as if she were on fire and he'd burned himself.
Anger flashed in his eyes and Allison shrunk back as a reflex. The last man she'd seen that angry had backhanded her.
