Page 49 of Witness Protection

“Are you ever going to leave me?”

He pulled back and observed at her. Her pink lips were swollen from kissing. “Where am I going to go?”

“After. When it’s time to go back to real life. Will you forget me?”

“I’ll never forget you.”

Her eyes glistened, and a tear rolled down her cheek, as if she knew what he was thinking. “But you’ll go back to your life.” She hugged him around the neck. Sophia whispered in his ear. “Please say you’ll never leave me.”

“You feel that way now. Feelings change. People change.”

She shook her head.

He’d killed her father while she watched. He’d kidnapped her, planned to kill her, and had treated her like shit. Cayden didn’t deserve her, and if she thought there was something between them it was just her grief playing tricks on her. They were in their own bubble of space and time. When they left this hideaway, things would change.

Cayden would kill Esperanza and every single fucker looking to hurt her, so then she’d be safe. She had the whole world ahead of her, and he’d give it to her. But she didn’t want him.

Not really.

She smoothed her hand over his bare shoulder, her eyes following the movement. With a fingertip, she traced the patterns of his tattoos. “I want this body. I want it to be mine,” she said.

Damn, how could she make his cock harder from just a few words?

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Sophia, watch your damn mouth.” He hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the trailer, but instead of entering, he pressed her against the cool metal exterior.

Control yourself, Cayden.

She gasped. “That’s cold. It feels good.” Sophia wasn’t wearing a bra under his wife-beater, and her nipples pebbled. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Do you know how old I am?”

“I know everything about you.”

“Not everything.”

He tilted his head. “What am I missing?”

“You know facts and figures. Not my thoughts. Not my heart.”

Cayden wanted to know it all. He wanted to run away with her, fuck her day and night, and never let her go. But this was a fantasy. It was smarter for him to stay as detached as possible. It would save him a lot of grief in the end.

He’d checked up on the tracker he’d put on Hawk’s car. It was active. He’d never stop until he had Sophia back. Cayden knew it because, if she was his, he’d travel heaven and earth to find her.

He set her to her feet, trying to distance himself. She smiled, taking his hand, leading him towards the woods.

“Where we going?”

“I want to play a game,” she said. “Truth or dare.”

“I don’t like that sound of that.”

She straddled a fallen log and patted it, motioning for him to do the same. Facing each other, less than a foot separating them, she ran her hand along his jawline. She had no fear of him, and it was refreshing. “Truth or dare, Cayden?”

He exhaled. “Truth.”

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