“You’re not working alone this time.”
“You and me. That’s it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“It’s going to be hard to go to school tomorrow.”
“We can’t do anything out of the ordinary.” Tray shifted, pulling me to lay back against his chest. With my back to his chest, he slid his hands down my thighs, moving to the inside of my legs and coming back up, trailing to the opening at my jeans. Flicking my button open, I gasped as his fingers slid inside.
“Tray,” I breathed.
As his fingers went to work, he murmured huskily, “We’ll go to school tomorrow. You go to your swim practice and then tomorrow night, maybe we’ll have enough info to go into the warehouse.”
“And search for Grayley.” It was hard to think and speak with what he was doing to me.
“And search for Grayley,” he whispered, turning my face around to meet my lips with his as his fingers swept in and out.
Crying out, I let go, all reasoning swept out of my head as his fingers kept thrusting in and out of me.
Whimpering, feeling the crest, I gasped as I spilled over. Tray grinned against my neck where he was nuzzling, feeling my body jerk in response.
A moment later, I murmured tiredly, “I hate that you can do that sometimes.”
“I love how I can do that to you,” he murmured back, kissing me lightly on the lips. I sighed as I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. I just sat there as I laid my head against his shoulder, my body completely relaxed as I straddled him.
I might’ve drifted off for a second because I heard the sound of the keyboard as I came back awake.
I was in the same place, draped all over Tray, sleeping, as he worked around me.
“What are you doing?” I murmured, sleepily. The sex, the swimming, and the adrenalin had taken its toll.
“I’m finishing some of this stuff. Hiding it in some of my own accounts and making copies.”
“What are you doing with the copies?”
“I’m going to mail them off to some solid sources. Anything happens to me, the information will go public. No matter what. It’s the same system I set up before. And I’m connecting some more of the dots.”
“I thought you had all the dots connected.” I should really lift my head and look at what he was doing, but his shoulder was a lot more comfortable.
“Most of them, but there are a few I don’t have connected yet. That pisses me off because it could be a surprise. A surprise that could get us dead.”
I yawned. I really shouldn’t have, considering he was talking about my life, but…I felt safe in his arms. In that moment, I knew that Tray would take care of me.
“What do you mean?”
“Like why Jace got you to Rawley or at least out of Pedlam,” he murmured, distracted.
“What do you mean?”
“Jace wanted you out of Pedlam, but I don’t know if he meant for you to end up in Rawley.”
“Does it really matter?”
“Yeah, it could. Any detail like that matters. It’s all important.”
“You should be a cop or something.” I yawned again, my eyelids were fighting to stay open.