First Comes Love - Page 291

I remain silent. I can tell what’s coming. I’ve been in this spot before. On the other side of the gun.

“They told me if I ever had a chance to and reasonable justification to while you were in this cage to take you out,” the Deputy Warden says, raising his gun. “And you’ve just given it to me. Should be worth a nice bonus.”

I close my eyes and wonder what will happen to Kerri after I’m dead. Will the Deputy Warden go after her as a witness?

“Say goodbye conv—” he begins, but stops all of a sudden.

Maybe I didn’t hear the gunshot, but I see it’s effects. Blood gurgling out of his mouth and the corrupt jailer falling forward.

And behind him, standing with a raised gun, is Kerri Curtis. Sweat covering her face. Clothes wrapped around her tightly.

If we weren't in so much danger, I’d want to fuck her right now. Even with the cut on my head.

Instead, I stand there as she comes toward me and grabs my hand.

“Come on,” she says with an urgent whisper. “We have to get to that tunnel and get out of here.”

I say nothing as I follow.

Toward something I thought till this day was unimaginable.

Toward freedom.

Toward a life with the woman I love.

Toward the first day of the rest of our lives.

Kerri

I think back to the events that led us here a little over an hour ago as Lucien opens the door to the motel.

It started with the insane few hours that saw Lucien and I head into the dead Deputy Warden’s office. And sure enough, behind the bookcase there was a passageway. Built most likely when the prison was first constructed, it was designed for administrative staff to leave if there ever was a prison riot.

The Deputy Warden must have been maintaining it for a while because we were able to follow the path all the way down to the other side. It took us nearly half an hour of walking single file down that tunnel, but it deposited us more than two miles away from the prison and out of range of any police vehicles or state troopers.

We made our way toward the nearest town and that night checked into a motel.

He hid for a moment as I picked up some clothes from a local Ross and brought them back to him.

We’re finally inside the motel room and I breathe a sigh of relief. My heart rate is still racing, but it’s no longer from fear.

Despite everything – the prison break, the cops, the kidnapping, everything, there was one thing somehow that I wanted now more than anything else.

Lucien’s cock.

No more stretchers. No more trying to hide my moans and screams. This time we have a proper bed and, at last, I can scream my lungs out. This is it, no holds barred.

Lucien takes one step toward me and, his hands on my waist, he pushes me back against the bed. My knees meet the edge of the mattress and I sit down on it; he pushes me on the shoulders and I fall back, the mattress molding to my figure. I feel my mouth going dry as he climbs on top of me, his biceps bulging under his shirt.

“I love you, Kerri,” he says, his lips just inches away from mine. He’s so close to me that I can almost hear his heart beating. And these three words… Has any sound more beautiful ever been created?

“I love you too, Lucien… Always.”

“Always,” he repeats, my eyelids drooping as he presses his lips against mine. I feel my hard nipples brushing against the fabric of my bra, aching to be set free, and I push him by the shirt, forcing him to press his chest against mine. With him on top of me, we kiss in abandonment, all the memories finally fading away—the anxiety, the danger, the memories of blood… It all goes away, and with just one kiss. No matter what happens, this kiss right here tells me that I made the right choice. I’ve never been one to believe in fairy tales, but Lucien… He’s the one, the man I’ve been waiting for all my life. And wherever the road leads, I’m going to walk it by his side, whatever the cost.

I let my fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, my fingertips running over the warm skin on his back; he pulls back from my kiss then, just for the one second that it takes him to pull his shirt off. I swallow hard, the sight of his chest making me wet. I can already feel my thong becoming soaked, my fluids seeping through the fabric.

He places his index finger over my lips, and gently runs it down my chin. I do nothing but look at him, his finger on me making a shiver go up my spine and then down again. He traces the contour of my chin, then going down to my neck and to the side, only stopping when his fingertip meets the straps of my dress on my shoulders. Gently, he pulls the right one down, and then makes the hike toward my left shoulder, doing the same there. I feel the front of my dress becoming looser, but it’s still covering my bra. Still, I breathe in deeply, pati

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