Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I’d found her again…and I wanted to never let her go.
When I finally, grudgingly, released her, she stepped back, her eyes still shining but a smile twitching her lips. And she gave me a look of such admiration, such pride, that it damn near broke my heart. She really thought I was a hero. And for a moment, I wished she was right.
She lowered her voice. “Are you here with the military?!”
I thought of our mismatched, thrown-together team. “In a manner of speaking. We’re here to get you out.”
She nodded towards a guy lying on the floor. “One of us was shot in the arm. He’s okay for now but I could really use some better medical supplies to take care of his wound.”
I stared at her. She’d been through hell and even now, her first thought was for her patients. Did she realize how brave she was? I showed her the LED flashlight. “Three flashes and the cavalry come in, guns blazing. When I give the signal, we all need to get down on the floor, then be ready to run when they open the cage.”
I was just about to give the signal when I saw three guards marching towards the cage. What?! They’d been away less than a minute. Not nearly enough time for them to get the head of the cartel on the phone, if they even had a phone here. I’d been relying on them having to pass the message through a radio network and wait hours for a reply.
“Gabriel?” whispered Olivia, her voice tight.
The plan had gone badly wrong. They were going to drag me out of there and probably execute me.
I turned to Olivia. “Kiss me, Doc.”
She took a half-step back, her cheeks flushing and her eyes huge. “W—what?”
My chest ached: it was one of those classic Olivia reactions, shocked and embarrassed and turned-on, all at once. God, I loved doing that to her. And this might be the very last time I got to do it.
“Kiss me,” I told her again. “Those guys are going to kill me, so if you’ve got any feelings for me whatsoever, you kiss me right now because this is our last chance and I don’t want to leave this world without knowing what it’s like to kiss you.”
She stared at me, her eyes filling with tears. And then she jumped forward and pressed her lips to mine.
It was my first kiss in over three years. It felt like my entire life had been made of jagged, gray rock, damp and cold as ice and suddenly I’d escaped to a place where everything was soft and warm and filled with her sweet, intoxicating scent. I groaned low in my throat and kissed her harder, sliding my hands around that tightly pulled back hair at the sides of her head, kissing down into her. The kiss became hard and hungry: I opened her, spread her, wanted to possess her utterly. At the same time, I was trying to rein myself in because I didn’t want to scare her: she was just this sweet, innocent little thing.
Then she gave a little moan, and I felt the brush of her tongue against mine, nervous but excited, hungry for more, and that was it, I lost control completely. My hands slid all the way down her back to her ass and I pulled her hard to me, squeezing her cheeks as our tongues danced, both of us panting.
The chain on the cage door rattled. I quickly broke apart from her: luckily, the cage was dark so they wouldn’t have seen what we were doing. I heard the cage door creak open and then hands were hauling me out.
“No!” Olivia jumped forward and grabbed at me, trying to cling onto my shirt, plucking at my shorts, but they pulled me out and slammed the cage shut.
They dragged me towards a wooden building on the far side of the camp. I stumbled along, trying to come up with a plan but—
I could still taste her. I could still feel the soft press of her breasts against my chest. I was addicted. I wanted more. And whatever happened, I’d got to experience that once.
They pulled me up the steps of the hut. I guessed they used it for sleeping because there were camp beds strewn around and a camping stove. A single chair had been pushed into the center of the room. That wasn’t a good sign.
Sitting in the shadows in the corner of the room was a guy with a black and white bandana over his mouth. He snapped orders to the guards in Spanish and they pushed me into the chair. My hands were zip tied behind my back. An even worse sign. They were going to interrogate me.
“Who are you?” the guy in the bandana demanded.