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Twelve hours earlier
“We have about two hours until we’re leaving, baby,” I told Mina.
She looked over at me.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked warily.
I shrugged.
“Honestly?” I asked. “No. It’s probably a terrible decision. Likely, the moving thing won’t turn up anything significant, and we’re going to have to do it the hard way.”
She frowned. “Then why go through the pretense?” she questioned. “Seems to me, if you think you’re going to have to do it the hard way, then you might as well just start with it. Plan for it. And prepare yourself.”
I pulled her into my arms.
It was two hours before it was time for me to get on the road, and I’d been instructed to wake her so I could say goodbye.
Now, here we were, arguing about the same thing that we’d been arguing about for the last two days.
“Baby,” I said, dropping a kiss to her lips.
Then another, and another, until my total was the sum of seven.
“What?” she frowned, looking at me through the darkness.
The only thing lighting the room was the glow of the night light that was in the hallway.
I could just barely make out the glittering of her eyes signaling Mina’s impending tears.
“Baby,” I repeated. “Nothing will happen to me. I promise. I’ll make it out of this alive.”
Then I kissed her with everything I had in me to give. She moaned into my mouth, and her legs shifted restlessly underneath me.
I fell in between her spread thighs and moved my arms so I could cradle her face with my hands, and the length of my cock was pressed against her core.
She moaned into my mouth the moment that she felt my nakedness against her.
“Told you to wear nothing to bed,” I muttered in between lingering kisses. “Makes life a whole lot easier…and I wouldn’t have to do this.”
She gasped when I ripped the flimsy piece of lace from her body.
“Those were twenty dollars,” she hissed.
I grinned, and then went up to my knees, spreading her thighs even further with my legs.
Since I couldn’t see much of her, I used my hands to re-memorize her body. Her thighs were silky smooth, and felt so soft against my rough hands.
My thumbs skimmed over her core as I made my way up the still flat skin of her belly, pushing her oversized shirt—my shirt—up over her unbound breasts as I moved.
The moment it reached her neck, she lifted her arms, and I tugged it all the way off of her, tossing it on the bed beside her head.
I ran my hands back down her body, spreading my fingers wide as they covered her breasts.
“You’re killing me,” she growled.
I grinned and closed my fingers, trapping both of her nipples between my knuckles.
The minute they closed, she started to wiggle.
Her breasts were extremely sensitive now.
So sensitive, in fact, that I wondered if I could get her to come just from nipple stimulation alone.
Holding her nipples firmly in between both knuckles, I pulled up slightly, and her body bowed, coming along with the movement.
I let go, and dropped my mouth down to her chest, trailing my lips and the tip of my tongue along the smooth skin between her breasts.
I encircled the first nipple I got to with my tongue, getting it nice and wet before I drew it into my mouth.
She gasped, and her hands went to my hair, pulling it roughly as she panted into my ear.
“I can’t tell if that hurts or feels really, really good,” she moaned.
My grin was anything but nice as I switched to the other breast, repeating the same process.
“Take me already,” she pleaded. “Hurry up!”
Though our words were desperate, they were also quiet. Neither one of us wanted to wake up our sleeping daughter, or my likely wide-awake sister, who was just down the hall from where we were.
In order to keep her quiet, I raised one hand and placed it over her mouth while I situated myself between her splayed thighs once again.
The moment my cock head touched the entrance to her weeping core, she gasped, causing me to press down even harder on her mouth.
“Shh,” I ordered at the same time I pushed inside. “Can’t be making all those loud noises.”
She shook her head as I continuously pushed inside of her, not stopping until I was fully sheathed to the hilt.
The moment I was firmly surrounded, I closed my eyes and moaned into the skin of her chest. “You feel so good, baby.”
She licked my hand, and I removed it from her face.
“Hurry.”
One word, quietly whispered, but with enough emotion to force me to start moving.
I took her in long, hard thrusts. Filling her and withdrawing in a cadence that had my orgasm clawing its way to the surface.
I knew Mina would come quicker if I took her in a steady rhythm, running the head of my cock along that hidden spot inside of her. If I made her come first, then I wouldn’t be so embarrassed that she made me come in less than five minutes.
And she didn’t disappoint. Only thirty seconds into it, she was there, erupting around me, and I loosened the tight stranglehold I had on my control.
My release poured out of me, jetting into her with a blast of such intense heat that I got light headed as it took me over.
I grunted, my hips jerked, and she gasped.
There was no screaming, though, which was good.
I fell down on top of her, my arms giving out, and I panted as I tried to catch my breath.
She groaned, and I grinned, rolling to my side and taking her with me.
She hitched her leg up over my hip, and we stayed like that, connected, for long moments.
It was when my cock was softening inside of her, and she started to squirm, that I finally let her go.
“This is going to get all over the sheets,” she muttered. “Seriously, we need to start remembering to put the clean towels away. I can’t keep washing sheets every time you forget and get frisky.”
I chuckled almost silently and rolled out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
I turned on the light, and picked up the first towel I saw, which was one of her hand towels that was hanging right inside the door.
I threw it at her, and it smacked her in the face.
“Thanks,” she said as she pulled it off of her. “You’re so thoughtful.”
Grinning, I turned on the shower and stepped in without waiting for it to get warm.
The chilly water hit my skin, and my nipples got hard as goosebumps started to crawl all over my chest and legs.
“Jesus,” I felt Mina get into the shower behind me. “Seriously?”
I grinned into the water as I bent my head and drenched my hair.
I felt Mina’s small hand slip around my belly and reach for the faucet.
She cranked it to hot and shimmied her tiny butt in between me and the wall.
The water was pouring down my chest and landing on her face, but she didn’t move. Only stayed exactly where she was as the water warmed up.
Grabbing the shampoo, I poured a generous amount into my hand and then started to work the soap into Mina’s hair.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
I started to massage her scalp.
“I know.”
“Tell me it’s going to be okay,” she ordered.
I hesitated. I didn’t want to lie to her.
This, more than likely, would turn out to be okay.
But there was also a possibility that this could turn ugly. That I might be forced to do something in front of witnesses, and have to answer a few harsh questions. Or there was a possibility that I might get caught in the crossfire if things got out of hand.
There were literally no guarantees in life, so I couldn’t very well make a promise to the one woman who always seemed to see straight through my lies.
“I can’t.” I pulled her forward and placed her underneath the spray, working my fingers through the thick strands as I rinsed the huge mass.
She was silent for the rest of the shower, and when she finally got out, along with me, ten minutes later, I wasn’t sure that she was very happy with me.
But I never lied to my woman and never would.
If I could give her anything in this life, it was my honesty.
“You gonna give me the silent treatment?” I asked her bluntly.
She turned only her face to me but didn’t say a word.
“Okay then.”
Stepping into my underwear, still wet as hell from my shower, I grabbed my jeans and stepped into them, too.
“I love you, Mina.”
She looked down at her feet, and before she could say anything else, I heard a knock at the door.
Fender was here.
Grabbing a t-shirt up before I left, I made my way down the hallway, turning on lights as I went.
The moment I got into the living room and turned on the light, I saw the figure.
Fender knocked again, and I grinned through the stained glass of the solid oak door.
I’d just gotten it all the way open, my shirt in my hand still, when the gunshots rang out.
Fender jerked.
Glass shattered.
I reached forward and hauled the body that was rapidly falling to the ground in front of me inside before slamming the door shut behind him.
Fender’s limp body hit the floor with a solid thump, and I quickly locked the door, and then hefted the dead weight onto my shoulder before hauling ass to the panic room.
Slamming my hand onto the scanner that barricaded the room from anyone that wasn’t approved, I tossed Fender’s body inside and went back down the hall at a full sprint.
The next thirty seconds were spent snatching a still sleeping Sienna from her bed, and taking her down the hall to where Fender was finally sitting up and looking incredibly ill. Blood was pouring down his neck despite his hands clutching his throat.
Sienna was on the floor, looking dazed and confused.
“Mina!” I bellowed.
The door cracked open with such force that I looked up.
Audrey was in the hallway, dressed in nothing but a t-shirt.
Mina was in the hallway as well, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
Her wet hair was down around her breasts, staining the gray t-shirt with its wetness.
Both of their eyes were on me, and they were scared.
Footsteps echoed in the house on the laminate flooring.
Then I made the hardest decision of my life.
I closed the fucking door on Sienna and Fender…without my wife and sister inside.