Emma
When he stops kissing me, I feel as if the oxygen is being sucked out of me.
Panic grips me tightly. How long could we survive down here? Not long I assume. With the fire raging above us, it’ll only be a matter of time before the ceiling will cave in or we run out of air.
Either death sounds slow and painful to me.
I can’t understand why Dylan is so obsessed with the monitors. What the fuck does any of it matter anymore? I mean, if we’ve got minutes left, we should make the most of it.
Then again, I remember the anger I had felt when I saw he’d been spying on me. I can’t die without at least raising the matter with him.
“You spied on me, Dylan,” I start and wish I could lace my voice with more anger. When I first discovered what he’d been up to, I was fucking furious.
Dylan is either ignoring me or he hasn’t heard me.
I take a step toward him.
“Did you hear me? I can’t believe you spied on me and didn’t tell me.”
Okay, so now I’ve got his attention. He’s turned around. There’s no remorse in his eyes.
“So?”
His attention returns to the monitors. One in particular seems to have grabbed his interest.
Now I’m getting a little angry. I don’t like being dismissed this way.
Fuck him.
“You spied on me from all the way up here and all you can say is so? It’s creepy, and it’s wrong. I don’t understand it. I just…” I trail off.
Was there any use in this?
“Look, babe.” He barely looks at me as he’s speaking. “I needed to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re safe. How else was I going to do that other than to install cameras at your place and watch you?”
The way he puts it, it sounds perfectly reasonable. Still, I feel a little shiver run down my back at the thought of him watching me. And if he was watching me, how do I know the others—the bad dudes—haven’t been watching too?
I try and push those unsettling thoughts out of my mind. With death imminent, it fucking doesn’t matter anymore, does it?
“Look, babe.”
Dylan must have taken my silence as withdrawal and a build up of anger because he’s standing next to me and has put his arm around me.
“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I had to leave. But I also had to keep you safe. The last thing I wanted was for harm to come to you. I had no other motivation for installing the camera in your house. I swear.”
He kisses me on the top of my head and turns to go back to those blasted screens. I hold onto him. I don’t want to let him go.
I can’t believe I’m going to fucking die down here, and it has all been a waste. Couldn’t we have done something to make sure the bad guys don’t win?
And how the fuck does this work anyway? Aren’t the good guys the ones who come out the winners? In our case, why are the bad guys going to get away with it? Not only are they getting away with fucking unlawful logging practices, they are also getting away with fucking murder.
I mean if they kill us, no one will ever know it was murder.
No one will probably even investigate the deaths. As far as I’m aware, not one single soul knows Dylan is up here, except for the dudes who want me and him dead, and they’re not going to tell any one, are they?
Bleakness settles over me. My fingers are digging into his arm.
“Babe,” his eyes find mine.
Weakly, I smile.
“I guess it makes sense.” I take a deep breath in. “But it was all for nothing, wasn’t it? I mean here they are, they’ve found us, and now it’s all over. What’s that saying—you can run but you can’t hide?”
Dylan lifts his great big powerful hand and strokes my cheek. I nuzzle into his fingers. All that power useless against the evil forces out there right now. Not even my strong bear man can defeat these dudes.
A tear rolls down my cheek, and his thumb wipes it away.
“Don’t cry, Emma,” his voice is soft and caresses me all over. My insides melt, and I throw my arms around him.
He returns the embrace.
“You know,” I whisper into his ear and let my hand travel down his back toward his ass. “We should make the most of these last few minutes we’ve got together. We don’t want to go wasting our time with anything useless.”
His lips caress my neck and his mouth finds my ear lobe. I can feel him suck on it. Tiny electric shock waves pulse through me. My hands are now on his front and I can feel his massive bulge. If this is to be the last few minutes of life, I know what I want to be doing.
Dylan’s lips move away from my neck and find my mouth again. We melt into one another.
“I’m pleased you rescued me,” I whisper when he pulls away. His hands are under my shirt and have found my tits.
I arch my back and push my hips and tits toward him. He responds. There’s a hint of a smile around his lips. Cool air assaults my skin when his hand exposes my upper body.
His lips move toward my tits and nipples.
Pinhead size goosebumps run across my flesh as I feel his warm breath on me. I want him to take me now, hard, and fast. We don’t have much time.
I want to make the fucking most of it.
Of course, I’ve got lots of regrets. But I know one thing for sure: I don’t want to fucking die and regret not fucking Dylan one last time.
His hands are running along my back, and I’m desperately trying to free his fucking cock. I want to wrap my fingers around it and if there’s time, I want to put him in my mouth.
Before I get the chance Boss jumps up on my legs and distracts me. Of course, the baby bear. How could I forget my precious little baby?
I bend down to reassure and pat the furry creature.
“I’m sorry we’re going to let you and your poor mum down,” I nuzzle my face into his fur.
For a few minutes, I stay close to the bear. Now, I’m torn between giving comfort to Boss and wanting to fuck Dylan.
Choices.
Life was fucking like that, wasn’t it? Full of choices? Choices are highly overrated as far as I’m concerned, and we spent too much time working out what to choose, and in the end, we may not even choose wisely.
Briefly, I think back to my days in the city when I’d spend hours deciding what to have for lunch at the same takeaway cafe I went to every single day. There were so many choices. And when I finally made my decision, I still wasn’t finished choosing.
The little Asian woman would then want to know if I wanted white, grain, or wholemeal or gluten free bread, butter or no butter, salt or pepper, and last but not least, in a bag or with a serviette.
I sigh and pick Boss up to go back to kissing Dylan.
“Emma,” Dylan’s voice snaps me out of my navel-gazing.
With the bear in my arms. I give him my full attention. So okay, we won’t be able to have a farewell fuck, but I can’t abandon the little fellow in these last few minutes of life.
“It’s okay,” murmurs Dylan and strokes my face.
Now tears gush down my cheeks.
“I—” The words won’t come out. Actually, I don’t really know what I should say to him.
“There’s no need to worry,” Dylan says and leans forward to give me another kiss.
When he draws back and turns his attention back to the monitors, I try and make sense of his words.
“What…okay…” \
I can’t understand why he’s so calm.
“Here,” he points to one of the monitors. “Here’s our escape route. I’ve got a plan. We’re not going to die. Like I said before, at least not today.”
I hear the words, but they’re not sinking in.
Plan. Escape. Not die today.
Escape route, what did he mean by escape route? It takes my brain ages to unscramble the message in the words.
My eyes zero in on what he’s pointing to. There’s a maze of underground tunnels.
“I just need to make sure we come out where we can get out. With this fucking amount of snow around, some of the exits get covered up. But I’m pretty sure this one,” he points to one of the end points of a tunnel, “this one is okay. It opens up into a cave, and so it’s protected from the snow.”
Understanding refuses to set in. A cocktail of emotions is washing over me.
Safe. I’m not going to die. We’re not going to die.
My joy is short lived. So we’re not going to die in the fire, but fact is the bad dudes are still out there, and they’ve got fucking guns.
Just the thought of them makes my heart beat faster and fear takes a hold of me once again.