Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“No one can see us,” he says reassuringly.
He kisses me again, his cock hard between us. His eyes are full dark when he stops to take my jeans and panties off. I undo his jeans, reach inside to fist his cock.
With a grin he lays me back kneeling between my legs. He looks down at me then bends his head to lick me, gripping my hips, tilting my pelvis up.
I open my legs and moan, my fingers in his hair. I’ll take this. I’ll take what he can give and forget all of that other stuff for just a little while.
My breath catches as he sucks my clit, hooking two fingers inside me, finding just that perfect spot that has me arching my back and clawing the soft ground as I come, moaning.
I watch him when it’s over. He sits back on his heels and wipes his glistening lips with the back of his hand.
“Come here,” he tells me, gesturing with his hand. I kneel in front of him.
With a fist in my hair, he draws my face to his and kisses me hard, making me taste myself on him before he pushes my head down. I brace myself on my hands, my ass high in the air as he pushes into my mouth again, thrusting my head forward and back over himself, fucking my face hard and this time, when he stills deep in my throat, I taste the salt of him and hear his moan of pleasure as he empties down my throat.
When he draws me off, come I couldn’t swallow spills from my mouth onto the ground. I look at it, then up at him.
“Don’t waste that,” he says, guiding my head down.
I lick it up.
“That’s a very good girl, Blue,” he whispers and draws me up to kiss me again before taking me in his arms and laying me down, laying down beside me.
As if the rain were waiting for just this moment, it begins to pour, the sound of it seeming to isolate us in our little space here, under this tree, this protected space. This is why he brought me here. I inhale deeply the smell of fresh rain in this small, green oasis and look at him. He closes his eyes and I can’t drag mine away and all I can think is how beautiful he is.
I can take this. I can have this, have him even if it’s just for a little while. It’s a bad idea. The worst. But I tuck myself closer to him, shivering.
Sensing it, he turns to me and there’s a long moment where our eyes remain locked and it’s hard to quash the hope that bubbles in my chest, but I do. I have to. I break eye contact and I let him hold me knowing it’s just for a little while.
19
EZEKIEL
We eventually make our way back to the house and I take Blue up to my room. Jericho’s kept it as is, having it dusted regularly, the bed made up and ready. After a quick shower to warm up because the rain cooled the temperature, we climb into bed, Blue wearing one of my T-shirts.
“What does he want with you?” she asks when I think she’s too tired to pursue questioning me. “The Councilor I mean?”
“That has to do with what Robbie found on that drive.” She tilts her head, which was resting on my chest, and looks up at me.
“Which is?”
“Let’s go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She touches the space between my eyebrows. “You’re worried. What’s on the drive?”
“A ledger of Councilor Augustus accepting bribes, basically abusing his power as a Councilor of The Tribunal for payment. And it’s not only him, but his father and grandfather as well.”
She stares at me open-mouthed. “I wonder if my father had any idea what he stole when he hacked his computer.”
“It was all buried deep within with the files of Tribunal cases, the sentences, the video footage. I think that’s all extra. A bonus. I think what Girard wanted was that ledger because it will destroy Augustus. It will send him to the very cells beneath The Tribunal building that he now presides over.” I lean up on my elbow to make sure I have her attention. “Do you understand how dangerous that makes him?”
Her forehead wrinkles. “If we give it to him, will he leave us alone?”
“Blue, did you hear me?”
“Yes, but if he had it back—”
“No. That’s not likely. He’s not a trustworthy man.”
“And if Antoine gets it?”
I shake my head, unsure myself. “They’re both dangerous and neither is trustworthy. We’re not giving it to either of them just now.”
“Do you think it was Antoine who got my father out on parole?”
I stare up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at her as I omit the fact that her father is in town. That he’d been to her apartment. “I’d guess so.”