A lump forms in my throat. “We aren’t in danger. Now I know, and that changes everything. Isaac is going to finish the debugging and move to your house and office and by nightfall, we’ll be rid of all the wiretaps and bugs, and from there we’ll be able to draw him out.”
We’re sitting together in the back, like high school kids about to make a bad decision. Reaching up front, I start the car so the heat blows. Maeve takes off her jacket and lays down, using it as a pillow.
“Did you talk to Rena while you were in Utah?” It’s a harmless question, but I see the concern on her face as she turns her head to look at me.
“I didn’t. Isaac did. He made this dumb arrangement for me to meet with her to talk it out, but ended up swinging to another plan that was supposed to test her jealousy, but only ended up with Rufio banging on our hotel room door to order me to break up with you or some henchman in the forest by your house was going to… well you know what, and that doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Were you drunk?” she asks, rolling all the way on her side to face me. “You sounded sloshed.”
“I was indeed, which created a sort of fever pitch response to the bastard. Uh, it wasn’t my proudest moment. In fact, I have never been as volatile as I was last night. I owe Tommy and Isaac big time.”
“Is there still someone by my house? Do you think they were squatting at the new construction house by mine?”
I sigh. “That thought has occurred, yes, and we’re going to make sure today. Right now, I just want you to be okay, and I need to know that we’re okay.”
Instead of responding, she kisses me, grabbing my collar and pulling herself against me with a fierce tenacity. Her harried whispered pleas gnaw at my heart—I could never ignore them or her. The atrocity of what I put her through last night solidified that I’m going down with this ship. I take off my clothes, then hers, and slowly cover her with my body. The sight of her underneath me is something magnificent, a sight I thought I may never see again. The hollowness was incomparable to anything I’ve ever experienced before. Maeve Ahern is my destiny. When I slide into her, her eyes flutter closed and she wraps her legs around my hips to hold me inside her. I stay still, relishing the feeling of connection, of being with her. Of loving a woman truly, and wholly for the first time in my life. I brush a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she looks at me slowly, seductively, moving her hips, seeking out friction. I give it to her. I’ll give her everything, anything she wants from now until forever. Being inside her soothes me, takes away all the bad in the entire world, if only for these moments.
“Harder, Lincoln. Harder.” Her words are spoken against my mouth and I’m powerless to resist. As aggressively as I can muster in a Soul, I give her what she wants. What I want. It’s frenzied fucking. My mouth on her throat. Her hands grabbing my ass as I pound into her over and over as deep as I can go. The windows are steaming as our body heat permeates the air, and the car is jerking to the rhythm of our love. She screams out, her wet cunt clenching tightly as she orgasms.
Her chest and neck are red from my five o’clock shadow scratching her peachy skin. Maeve tilts her chin back as she arches against the pleasure. Her pink lips are slick from mine, and seeing her like this, completely undone, because of me, drives me to my climax. There are no thoughts running through my mind except coming inside her. Claiming her. Telling her I belong to her forever. My balls tighten and my stomach tingles as the first burst of hot cum explodes deep inside her. Blood surges as passion throbs through my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I kiss her softly, over and over, tasting her smooth skin, tinged with the essence that is only Maeve. I’m addicted, and not in a way that I can’t live without it. I’m addicted in the way in which I’ve lived without and I no longer want to.
“I needed that,” Maeve says, breathless, panting under me.
Balancing my weight off of her, I reply, “I needed it more. I can think straight for the first time since this started.”
“I don’t know if thinking straight is something we want right now, Lincoln. Our real world is a mess.”
There’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead, soaking her blonde hair, making it darker on the edge. I run my fingers over it, memorizing the way it feels, waiting for my quickened pulse to slow before pulling out of her. I cover Maeve’s mouth with mine to distract myself away from the truth.
“It is a mess,” I admit. “But one I fully intend on fixing.”
“How?”
“By protecting what I love most and using my God-given talents for good.”
She bites her lip. “I’m going to need more than that, but because you’re still hard and inside me, I won’t need the details quite yet.”
“You want more?” I hit her with a crooked smile and tilt my hips forward. She grinds in a circle on my dick.
“Always more. Like the world is ending more,” Maeve says.
My smile falls, but hers is beatific. “I’m joking. I know you’ll take care of everything, it’s just scary
