Page 92 of Jensen

My cum drips out of her, around my fingers. She’s writhing, trembling. Then, she comes, and wetness releases over my hand, hitting me in the face, the chin.

Take me down,is the only thought in my head.Take me down to the river between your legs and wash away all the shit I can’t carry anymore.

But I can’t say any of that out loud.

So, I keep steady and let her writhe and grind on my face until she’s done. Her body goes limp slowly, then all at once. Dazed, I slip my fingers from her and lick her clean, flicking her clit to make her wince. Then, I get up, tuck myself into my pants, and fasten my belt.

“Fine,” I say. “You can come.”

We fix our clothes, and I lock up the house. Then, I put her in the truck like she’s mine or something. There’s a warning in the back of my head about taking her from the gorge, but I understand why she wants to. That’s her choice, she’s a big girl and she knows the risks.

I just don’t like it.

The thought that something could happen to her under my watch makes my pulse go hard.

We enter the neighborhood in the periphery of the Caudill estate. Everything seems normal. It’s being patrolled, but their security is subtle today. All I see is the flash of a black SUV turning a corner and heading towards the front gate. Della sees it too, and a ripple of tension goes through her body.

I turn the truck, making a wide circle to get to the west side of the fence. There’s an exit there for shipping and delivery. It’s the biggest weakness in this fortress.

“Do you know the schedule for when shit gets delivered here?” I ask.

“What kind of shit?”

“Anything.”

She leans forward, scanning the pointed tips of the fence. “All I paid attention to was food. That came every Saturday morning from a place in Lexington around nine.”

“What’s the company?”

She bites her lip, watching as the gate comes into view. “Maybella Catering, I think.”

“Okay, that’s a possible way in,” I say.

The hair on the back of my neck prickles. Pumping the brakes, I flick my gaze between the mirrors. Beside me, she’s staring up at the house in the distance with wide eyes. Her son is inside. I know her heart must be breaking that she can’t just walk in.

I check the rearview mirror. A flash of silver comes around the corner, and I let up on the brakes, rolling down the street to the stop sign just beyond the gate.

A silver SUV cruises past the gate. Hand steady, I take a right turn. I can’t tell what these motherfuckers are doing, but it kind of seems like they’re following us. It’s hard to tell.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

I check the rearview mirror. “Might have company.”

She whips around to look out the back. “The SUV?”

I nod, taking a left turn into an alley and coming out on the connecting road to the state route. It leads over the river, down through some swamplands and back out towards Byway. There’s nothing out here, no reason for anybody to be on my ass.

“They turned too,” she whispers.

I should have left her home. Keeping my voice steady, I increase pressure on the gas until we’re moving at almost seventy. This is a little out of my wheelhouse. I’m used to working outside the law in a wild, wild west kind of way, on horseback, revolver in hand. But a car chase? That’s new for me.

“Turn around, baby,” I say. “Keep your head up on that headrest.”

She obeys, throat bobbing. “Are we okay?” she whispers.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” I say. “Just sit tight, keep your seatbelt on. Okay?”

She nods, breathing hard. “Okay.”