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“Just love me…” Those words do the trick. The thick head of his cock pushes against my entrance, eyes locked on mine as he slowly enters me.

“Fuck.” He hisses the moment he bottoms out. “Fuck, I love you.” Pulling out, he’s thrusting back in, shoving me against the shower wall. I love being wrapped in his strong arms. Love being fucked against the wall by him.

His face falls into my neck, groaning, filling me with his thick cock. Deep satisfied moans rip from his throat. “Fuck, Izel, fuck.” His hand travels down between our bodies, his finger working my clit. “It’s just you and me, you feeling me inside you. It’s where I belong.” I’m not sure where this is coming from, but my body reacts to his words.

A strangled cry leaves my mouth, my eyes pinch shut, and my orgasm takes me to another place. The air struggles to fill my body, and my fingers dig into his shoulders, moments of pure bliss. Zion bites down on my breast, and I scream while he roars his release. His thrusts don't stop as he empties himself into me.

“Say it again,” he demands.

Blinking my eyes open, I glance down, finding him already staring at me. “I love you,” I whisper. Slamming his lips against mine, he’s thrusting into me again. “F–shit.” I groan, my oversensitive clit rubbing against him.

“We’re not leaving this motel until I’ve had my fill of you,” he growls, shoving his way out of the shower and into the bedroom.

“What a dangerous game.” I smile against his lips.

“What a beautiful game.”

23

Zion

AnhourintoTexasmy phone goes off again. When we woke up earlier this morning, Izel had barely gotten any sleep, and the moment we left Kansas she fell asleep. That was five hours ago, and now we are half an hour from Dallas. I want to let her continue sleeping, but with us being close to our destination, I know this will be the only time for her to speak with Gabriel.

Softly, I shake Izel awake.

“Hmmm?” Izel yawns, stretching her arms above her head.

“Gabriel is calling again, and we’re almost there.” Handing over my phone, Izel takes it just as the ringing stops.

Tapping away she puts the phone back to her ear. “Fuck, I thought something happened to you!” Gabriel yells into the phone.

“Gabby, calm down. I’m fine, I was just sleeping in the car.” Izel’s eyes shift to mine, blushing as she covers her face with the sleeve of her shirt. “Yes, I’m safe, I'm okay, promise. Uh, I’m not sure, hold on.”

“How far are we?” she asks, pulling my phone from her ear.

“Ten minutes,” I mumble, hating the idea of her even getting close to the fucker we’re going after. When she asked me, I knew it was a bad idea then, and I know it’s a bad idea now. But no matter what she asks me I find myself unable to tell her no. Even when I know it’s dangerous, even when I know things can go sideways, she wants to know what I do, wants to see who I am, and I have to show her.

"Yeah, of course, Gabriel. I’ll call you when we get to the hotel tonight. Okay, yes, love you too, Gabby.” Dropping my phone into the cup holder she shifts her body towards me, taking my hand in hers. “Where are we even at?”

“Texas.”

Suddenly she tenses, and her hand that just grabbed mine rips away, gripping the door handle. Izel is moments from throwing herself out the moving truck door before I grab her hand, stopping her.

“What the hell?” I growl, pulling off to the side, throwing the truck into park. “Izel, what the hell is your problem.”

“I can’t,” she hisses, reaching for the door handle once more.

Grabbing my knife I jam it into the door handle, stopping her from reaching towards it again. Izel’s eyes widen, slowly turning her head towards me. “You better start talking and talk fast.”

"I can’t be here. I can’t be in Texas, Zion.” Tears glisten in her eyes, darting everywhere around us. Review mirror, side mirror, into the fucking back seat like somehow someone got back there.

“You’ve got about two seconds, two damn seconds, Izel, to tell me what is going on.”

“Zion,” she says, flicking her eyes towards me. “I can’t be in Texas. I will tell you everything,everything,I just… Can we please just get this job done and then leave? I don’t want to be anywhere near Texas.”

Izel shifts uncomfortably, squirming around as I stare at her. I don’t know what her problem is, but the idea of getting out of Texas sounds nice right now. And the idea of finally getting to the reason of who she’s running from is everything.

“I want to know everything, who you’re running from, what happened to you, everything, Izel.”