I’d placed portable cameras at various parts on the train as well as a few trip wires. If anyone tried to land on the top of the train, I’d know.
Eric-fucking-Thornhill was alive. Anger simmered to the surface as I went through all the damning evidence of his betrayal that lead to Jasmine and Faith’s death. My little girl had never been given a fighting chance to survive. It was because of me they’d both been sentenced to death. My presence alone caused that. I couldn’t let someone else innocently die because of me.
Maren shifted and the black nightie rode up higher as the blanket fell down. My dick instantly hardened. I stared at her creamy white skin. For what we’d been through, Maren had been a trooper.
Earlier, when she’d referenced us being married, a sickening knot formed in my stomach for the things I wanted. Once wanted, I clarified mentally. Any thoughts of marriage or kids were gone. I didn’t deserve those things. My fate had been sealed when I watched our unborn child die in her mother’s womb.
Focus back on the task, Bane. This isn’t a walk down memory-fucking-lane. The last thing I needed was for my nightmares to make themselves known. If I slept in forty-five minute increments I should be fine.
At some point when it was secure, I needed to call Sarge at Black Division and talk to Hampton. Sarge would blow a fucking gasket knowing that a traitor was alive.
Since Maren fell asleep, I’d searched public records to see if there was any chance of a twin. Nothing looked out of place. How did someone survive a bullet to the head? That was the damn fucking question of the day.
In Colorado, at my cabin, I had proper equipment with secure links to look further into this mess. Maren and I would be safe there. No one knew of the cabin. Eric and whoever else was involved were probably in the final stages of being organized. With the other fake tickets I’d bought in several states, they’d be looking for a needle in a haystack to find us. Once we got to the cabin, I’d feel better. Having Maren with me was a game changer.
“Bane?” Maren sleepily raised her head. “Come to bed, it’s late.”
I hadn’t slept in the same bed with anyone since Jasmine. I wasn’t sure if I could do it as my heart went to my throat. Was I betraying her memory?
Maren got out of bed and came down the steps, her lingerie riding up until she stepped away from the ladder. I finished off the rest of my bourbon. Coming to straddle my lap, Maren didn’t say a word. Hell I wanted her again. Watching me, asking me for permission her hands roamed to the hem of my shirt. The shirt bunched and came over my head, baring my chest to her.
Prominent scars from the years of fighting looked like a war zone on my chest. Leaning in, Maren kissed them as her hands caressed my body. I was speechless as I fell under her spell, letting the warmth of her touch spread. My belt was undone, followed by the zipper coming down. The noise loud in our otherwise quiet compartment. I was commando and my dick sprung free, hard as a tire iron.
Petite fingers rubbed the tip as we looked down, watching the drip of pre-cum escape. Maren massaged it around. Sexy as hell. As I looked at her face, a shy smile graced her lips. The heat from her pussy beckoned my dick. Leaning back slightly, she pulled the nightie over her head, revealing perfectly perky tits.
She stood. And I went to protest, but her finger came to my lips. “Come to bed. Bring the condoms.”
Gloriously, her naked, toned ass shimmied up the steps. I turned on the sound alert to my phone, shucked my jeans, and grabbed a handful of condoms. Over the next two days, I had a feeling neither one of us would be able to walk. By the time I made it to the ladder, I’d already sheathed myself.
Laying sprawled across the bed, gloriously naked, Maren opened for me. I touched her pussy making sure she was wet and ready. Earlier, I’d taken her when I’d become consumed by her. Seemed like Maren needed it as bad as me.
I felt the wetness and she groaned. “You’re wet, angel.”
“Because I need you.”
Those words vibrated through me as I positioned myself above her, ramming in. Maren grabbed on to my shoulders and held on. When I was with Maren, nothing else mattered but bringing her pleasure. In and out. Faster. Harder. Sweat formed between our bodies. I fucked us to oblivion.
“Angel,” I said as a prayer on my lips. The release was like no other, but left me craving more of her. The thought sobered me. Going to get off the bed, I disengaged our bodies.
Maren pulled me closer. “I won’t bite. I won’t get the wrong idea. You need to sleep.”
Apprehensively, I took off the condom before lying beside her. Legs intertwined with mine as Maren cocooned herself around me. “I’m so glad I remembered those condoms.”
I chuckled. Out of all the things in the hotel room, she packed the condoms. “Me, too, angel.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because that was one of the first thoughts I had about you when we first saw each other at Discrete Encounters.” I slid my fingers up and down her spine, melting her further into me.
She yawned against my chest. “Do you think we were setup from the beginning?”
That was what I needed to look into next. “I don’t know how they’d of known we’d be attracted to each other like we are.”
“I thought I’d lost my mind that day in Discrete Encounters with the magnetic pull I felt.” It was hard to contain the smile. We were helpless against each other. If we’d seen each other anywhere, I was sure it would’ve ended with us in bed together. Once would not have been enough.
“Any regrets?” I hoped to hell she didn’t regret anything.
Her hand came up and caressed my cheek, intensifying the moment. “I don’t regret anything in my life. It’s what makes us who we are—the good, the bad, the ugly.”