“Are you crazy?” I ask him. I’m not smiling. I’m just completely confused at this point. “What are you doing trying to rescue me? I should be going to jail.”

He just laughs and kisses me, bringing me closer to him than ever before. “The only place you should be right now is in my arms,” he says.

“This is insane,” I say, falling to the floor. I lay down and stare up at the sky. “Oh, God. We’re going to be on the run forever. You shouldn’t have come with me.”

“I’m in this too now and I’ve never felt better,” he says. “I’ve been on the run my whole life, only I didn’t know it before. Now, at least my life has some purpose. No more living under the confines of the department.”

I’m so confused, mad, and just about every emotion under the sun right now. Of course, I’m happy too. It’s just that, it’s not over yet. “They’ll be coming after us soon,” I say.

“Sure they will. And guess what? We’ll be in Mexico drinking margaritas at la playa,” he says, so sure of himself.

“No. No we won’t. We’ll be hiding out in some shack somewhere, until we can get further away from the border. There’s not going to be any beaches, Marshall. It’s going to be rough,” I say. He needs to know the stakes because right now, they’re really high. I’ve been on the run for weeks now. Things have only gotten crazier for me.

“Relax,” he laughs. “I get that. You forgot that rough is my middle name.”

He starts unbuttoning his shirt. It’s a hot day out and the sun is shining directly on us. Nearby, we can hear a helicopter scour the water. “We should hide,” he says, pulling me in a random direction. We get to an open shipping container and sit inside it, carefully.

I’m sitting nearly on top of him, when he takes off his shirt. “Come here,” he says.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Don’t be scared. We’re going to get away with this. Yeah, it’s going to be hard, but good things come from hard work, right?” he asks. I nod carefully. “I don’t give a damn what happens as long as I’m with you. I’ve gone crazy, sure. But it’s how I feel. Truly.”

I rest my head against his chest. I’ve missed the way my body feels when he holds me like this. I’ve missed the way he smells. I’ve even missed his stupid arrogance. And, God, that smile of his… he’s so handsome it makes me sick.

We sit in silence as the helicopters fly over our boat. We hold our breaths and listen as it fans past us. We escaped it, but we’ll have to leave this boat soon enough. “When we get there,” he says, “just follow my lead. Last thing you want to do is get caught sneaking into Mexico.”

I nod, but I’m not thinking about that right now. Right now, I’m only paying attention to his body. There’s so much to worry about. Yet, it only excites me now. What the future holds is completely unknown to us, but that’s just it! There’s us again. There’s we. We’re together.

“I’ve missed this,” I whisper.

He looks down at me and smiles. His eyes bear the understanding of the situation, but they betray themselves when he looks elsewhere. My face is so close to his cock and he wants me to suck him dry. I want to please him again, to show him what he’s going to get for the rest of his life.

“Baby,” he whispers. “My sweet darling, Vi.”

“I’m wet,” I reveal. “Touch me.”

He slides two fingers underneath the top of my jean shorts. He pushes them under until he feels me. My breath is sharp and quick when he touches me, while his is deep and long lasting. We have a hunger for each other, a thirst that cannot be quenched.

We both unbutton our clothes, until we’re wrestling against each other. My hand is around his thick and very hard shaft, stroking him and ultimately, teasing myself. Our lips are crushing against one another’s, opening just for the bit of tongue that begs to taste.

I immediately begin riding him. I don’t want to waste any more time. I just want to feel him again. I press my pussy down and ride the hell out of him. In and out, he pumps short thrusts upward, as the tingling starts to grow in my spine. I moan loudly, holding onto him tight. His muscles soon wrap around my body and I’m forced to give into him fully.

“I’ve missed hearing you moan.” His hands fall to my waist. Gripping down around my skin, he holds on and pushes me up and down. I go with his rhythm, feeling the pleasure start to escape me. I look down at him and we kiss. His thrusting grows faster and faster, harder and deeper. He’s not letting go. My nails claw down his back. I hold onto him and I feel myself dissipating.

Wave upon wave of pleasure shoots throughout my body. It starts with my legs, moving up through my spine. “Oh, Marshall!” I scream. “Fuck me!” He doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding my sweet pussy, and I cum over and over again for him.

His balls draw up and he’s left speechless. I feel him shoot his warm cum inside me. “Let’s get married,” he says, suddenly, with a look of strain in his face. He finishes cumming and kisses each breast. He sucks on the ends of my nipples, cupping the bottom of my tits.

“I don’t have any ring to give you right now,” he says, out of breath. “But I’ll give you the world if you let me. Let’s get married. Tomorrow. We’ll find a priest. It doesn’t matter who does it as long as it’s done.”

“Marshall,” I laugh with excitement. “You don’t have to go on. Let’s do it. Let’s get married!”

“Could life get any better than this?” he throws his hands behind his head with air of relaxation.

“Probably.” I can’t help but laugh. “We’re stuck in a metal box, baby. These are situations people try and stay away from.”

“Well, they’re fools,” he says confidently. “Even in here, with you, I’m as free as I’ll ever be.”

It’s true. I should be more worried than I am, but I feel as if things will work out now. In the weirdest way, we got what we asked for. We’re almost there. We’re so close. I can feel it.