Page 107 of Depths of Destruction
He kisses me, muffling my whimpers, and groaning as our bodies skyrocket together.
In our aftermath, he holds me tight as our chests push into each other, finding more air.
"I wish we could stay here all day," I whisper.
He strokes my hair and tilts my head up. His eyes sear into mine. "Tomorrow, baby. We'll wake up looking out at the sea, and we won't go anywhere unless you want to."
"So, I'm in charge all day?" I tease him.
He wiggles his eyebrows. "Whatever you want, I'll make happen."
"Deal."
He pats my ass. "Let's get moving."
We quickly shower then get dressed. When we get downstairs, Tinker is already up and drinking coffee. Bacon and eggs are on the table.
"You're even higher on my friend list now." Andre snags a piece of bacon and takes a bite.
Tinker hands us each a plate.
I inhale deeply. "It smells so good."
Tinker sets a mug of coffee down in front of me.
"Even better."
He chuckles. "You two are so easy to please."
Andre puts his hand on my thigh. "Are flights still scheduled on time?"
"So far," Tinker responds.
"Any news on roads?"
"Supposedly clear. You should be good to get there within the hour."
"Perfect. No offense, but I'm ready to get out of this country."
"No offense taken. Honduras isn't for everyone."
"Why did you move here?" I ask.
"After twenty-five years in the Marines, I didn't want to keep working. I'm not a sucker like the rest of these guys."
"Hey," Andre says but with a smile on his face.
"The cost of living is cheap here and my military pension covers everything. I didn't really have much to go back to in the States, and I loved the climate here so…" He shrugs.
"Well, your home is beautiful."
"Thank you. You're welcome anytime."
"Thanks."
We are almost finished with our breakfast when Axel and Dirk come into the kitchen.
"Wondering when you would be down. Help yourself." Tinker points to the stove.
