Play Along

by T L Swan

  “I-I didn’t think the bank was going to give me the money,” I stammer.

  “What happened?” he asks.

  “They were just taking so long and I was freaking out. I thought they had called someone to let them know I was there.”

  “But you got it?”

  “Yep, it’s in the bag.”

  He smiles sexily. “Good girl.”

  “Stace.” My eyes search his from my hunched down position. “What are we doing? What are we going to do?”

  He blows out a deep breath and pauses as if thinking. “At this stage, trying to not be found is the main priority. We’re not safe until we have new passports and can go in between countries without being detected.”

  “Can we go to Sweden? They won’t find us in Sweden.” I have always had it in my head that I will be safe in Sweden. I don’t know why but I just do.

  He smiles sadly as he takes my hand in his. “We will go somewhere. It’s going to be okay, Rosh. I got you.”

  I nod and bring his hand to my face and kiss the back of it. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “For what?”

  “For helping me.”

  His eyes meet mine and for a split second his mask slips and I see fear. My face falls, and as if knowing what he has just revealed, he lifts them and concentrates back on the road and to the rear view mirrors.

  He thinks they are going to get us.

  We drive for fifteen minutes out of the city in silence until finally he speaks. “You can sit up now. Nobody is following us.” I unfold my body from its hunched position.

  I stare out the window as my mind goes to my mother and the horror she went through. I can’t stand the thought of him having the same fate. I won’t allow it.

  “Stace?” I hesitate as I try to get my wording right. “If they do catch up with us…”

  “Yes.”

  “I want you to run. Don’t try and save me because you will die. Look what they did to you the other night? I need to know that you won’t try and be Captain America.”

  His eyes stay fixed on the road. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Rosh,” he murmurs.

  “Yes, but…”

  “Stop it!” he yells, cutting me off. “I’m here till the fucking end. Get that shit out of your head right now. I’m not leaving.”

  “I don’t want anything to hurt you.”

  His eyes snap to me angrily. “It’s a little too late for that. Do you think it wouldn’t fucking hurt me if they got you? I’m saving you for me as well as you!”

  A lump forms in my throat. I just want this to be over with. I don’t know how much more I can take of this running. All of my adult life I have been on the run. Now I’m scared and I’m so damn drained. I don’t know what to say. I have no words. No words that will undo the last week. I had it, I had escaped with a fake passport and then I went and ruined it when I went on that damn shooting spree. But then Stace would probably be dead now if I hadn’t.

  I did the right thing. I just wish I killed the right man.

  I blow out a deep breath as my eyes wander back out the window. If I’d killed the right man our troubles would be over.

  I feel the soft touch of his hand swipe the hair back from my face. “We’re here, babe.”

  I struggle to open my eyes and readjust myself in the uncomfortable car seat. “This car is shit.” I scowl.

  He smiles sexily. “It’s pretty good to drive.” He revs the engine as he throws me a sexy wink to show me just how much he loves it.

  “What time is it?” I yawn.

  “About 8pm.”

  “Are we stopping here for the night?” I ask.

  “Yes, we will find somewhere to stay.”

  I smile and lean over and kiss the side of his face. “Thanks for letting me sleep,” I whisper into his strong face.

  He turns and kisses me gently on the lips. “I have an ulterior motive.

  I need you to stay awake tonight.”

  “Why is that?” I ask.

  “Because I need to relax.”

  “And?”

  “And I need you to suck my dick.” He kisses my fingertips. “Among other things.”

  I smirk. “I’m your relaxant, your all night sucker?”

  His dark eyes hold mine and he nods.

  “That could be arranged I suppose.” I hesitate. “What’s in it for me?”

  He grabs my hand and places it over his crotch and I feel the hard steel beneath it. I feel my insides start to pulse. He’s as horny as hell. Fuck, I love this man.

  “What have you been thinking about while I have been sleeping?” I smirk.

  “You.” His eyes flicker over to me. “You on me. Me on you.”

  I smile broadly. He knows exactly what I need when I need it.

  We pull into a swanky looking hotel and the luggage men all swoon at the car. I smile as I watch their reaction. It’s so much fun having money. The bellboy opens the car door and Stace climbs out. “Do you have any rooms for tonight?” he asks.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He leans back into the car. “This will do. Out you get.”

  I nod as he opens the trunk, retrieves our bags, and I climb out. “Do you have any money in your wallet?” I ask.

  “Yes, I think so.” He quickly opens his wallet and checks. “All good.”

  He passes the keys to the bellboy and the young man’s eyes widen in excitement. It’s not every day you get to park a Ferrari.

  “Be careful with it,” Stace tells him.

  “Yes, of course, sir.”

  We walk through the lobby and up to reception where the three girls behind all take a double take at my beautiful companion. Wearing tight black jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs every muscle, he is looking mighty fine, even if he does have a banged up face. “I would like a room tonight, please,” he tells them.

  The beautiful brunette smiles nervously and begins to type. “Yes, of course, sir.” Her eyes linger on his face.

  “He’s a boxer.” I interrupt. “His face is bruised from fighting.”

  “Oh.” Her eyes flicker to me and she seems embarrassed that she forgot that I was here. Stupid bitch. What is it with slutty reception chicks?

  “What kind of room would you like?” she asks. “We have an executive suite, a terrace room, a master suite, or a penthouse.”

  “The penthouse, please,” he replies without thinking. He looks at me and I smile. What an amazing life this would be? Being married to him, crazy rich without a care. We could travel the world. There isn’t a thing we couldn’t do. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like and I smile stupidly.

  It takes about fifteen minutes to check in and head up to find room 2102.

  He swipes the key into the reader and the double doors open. We are hit in the face with exuberant luxury. There’s a large lounge room with a mini grand piano and three luxurious leather lounges. Another sitting room branches off to the right, it has two large, wingback chairs and ottomans. The back wall of the sitting room is lined with bookcases that are filled with beautiful books. The bedroom is to the left and a huge king-sized bed sits in the center. The whole back wall of the bedroom is glass that overlooks the gorgeous city where the lights twinkle down below. A marble bathroom and walk in wardrobe veer off to the left. “Wow,” I murmur as I walk in slowly. “This is…” My voice trails off. I don’t even have words for this.

  Stace takes me in his arms. “Only the best for my wife.” He kisses me, his lips are strong and soft, and tonight I can feel the want in them as they linger over mine. He stares down at me and he pushes the hair back from my face. “You okay?” he asks softly as his eyes search mine.

  I nod with a fake smile and pull out of his arms. Don’t ask me that because in all honesty, I just don’t know. “Yes,” I lie.

  “You haven’t eaten much today.”

  I blow out a breath as I throw my bag up onto the bed to get some fresh clothes out. “Not really that hungry,” I murmur.<
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  “Let’s go out for dinner.”

  I frown as I look over at him “Is it safe?”

  He shrugs. “Who cares?” He grabs my both hands in his. “We are living each day like it’s our last, remember?”

  I really needed to hear that. “You always know just what to say.”

  His eyes hold mine as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “I love you.”

  My stomach drops, realizing that’s the first time he has ever just said it openly and honestly, without thought. “You do?”

  He takes me in his arms and kisses my forehead. “Why do you sound surprised?”

  “I’m not…” I pause. “I just…” I stop myself.

  “You just what?” He frowns.

  I stare at a painting on the wall over his shoulder so I don’t have to look him in the eye. I have been thinking about this all day. He is safer without me. “I just don’t know if I’m good for you. Maybe we should separate.”

  “Look at me.”

  I keep staring at the painting as I try my hardest to show no emotion.

  “Fucking look at me.”

  I drag my eyes to his.

  “I want to live in the moment. Right now.”

  “Was the engagement ring…?” My voice trails off because I’m not sure if I want to know the answer.

  He cuts me off. “I got an engagement ring because I wanted to live in the moment.”

  “But would you have bought it for me if we were under normal circumstances?” I ask.

  “If I felt this way about you in normal circumstances, yes.”

  “Stace,” I whisper.

  “If I planned out my perfect life tonight, you would be in it. I know this seems fast, but we have been together and alone every day for a month. I feel like I have known you for forever. I’ve never…” His voice trails off.

  I smile softly, that’s how I feel. “Is this real between us?” I shake my head and step back from him. “How can we fall in love under these circumstances?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “So you are having trouble believing this as well?” I ask.

  He nods subtly. “I am.”

  My eyes search his. “I don’t know how to let myself believe it.”

  I see the moment a thought crosses his mind. “Are you doubting your feelings? Is this what this is about?”

  I stare at him as a clusterfuck of emotions swirl through my brain. I should end this. I should make him leave me so I know he is safe.

  “No,” I reply on autopilot.

  “No, you don’t believe this or no you don’t doubt your feelings?” He steps back from me to distance himself.

  “Stace…” I hesitate as I try to get my words together. “I love you, you make me feel like I never have before, but I worry.” I touch his eyebrow and he flinches. “Look what they did to you to try and get to me.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “This time. You’re fine, this time.”

  He wraps his arm around me and holds me tight. “I’m fine as long as I am with you.” He gently kisses my forehead.

  I feel the ice start to melt from around my heart.

  “You know what I want to do?” He smiles into my forehead.

  “What?”

  “I want to take my girlfriend on a date.”

  “Girlfriend?” I smile.

  He nods as he widens his eyes. “Sounds weird, doesn’t it?”

  I shrug. “I could get used to it I suppose.”

  He puts his finger under my chin bringing my face to meet his. “Stop over thinking. Let’s just get through each day and get our new passports, then disappear and start again.”

  He kisses me softly, and then again harder. His lips part and he slides his tongue slowly into my mouth. His hand cups the back of my head as he holds me the way that he wants me. “Put your date dress on and blow my mind like you did on our first date.”

  I smile. “I blew your mind?”

  “Like an atom bomb. I went crazy back on the ship knowing that I wouldn’t see you again. That was the first time…” He stops himself.

  “The first time what?” I ask.

  “That was the first time that I knew we were more,” he whispers against my lips.

  I smile as his lips take mine. “Then I knew before you,” I whisper.

  “I know.” He kisses me again. “I’m slow at these things.” Our kiss turns deeper and I begin to feel the heat between my legs.

  “When did you know?”

  “When you remembered my lifeline. Actually, it was earlier than that.” I correct myself. “It was when I got hurt that you slept with Chelsea.”

  “I didn’t sleep with Chelsea. I haven’t touched another woman since I met you.”

  My eyes search his.

  “Maybe I knew the night I met you,” he whispers. “I believe we were meant to meet.”

  I smile. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to stick with the first date where you asked my father if you could take me on a date as our meeting story.”

  He grabs my behind and drags me over his hard cock. “You’re going to leave out the kidnapping bit when we tell the kids?” His lips drop to my neck and he nips me with his teeth.

  I laugh out loud. “You want kids?”

  “Yes, I want fucking kids.” He picks me up and throws me onto the bed and I bounce with a laugh. He crawls up over me and rests on his elbow as he looks down at me. We fall serious suddenly.

  “What kind of father will you be?” I ask.

  “The kind that protects their mother.” He bends and kisses me tenderly as his hand slides up my leg, underneath my dress, and finds that spot between my legs. He circles and then slides beneath my panties and slips his two index fingers into my sex.

  “Oh, God,” I whisper as my legs part without permission.

  His fingers slowly pump in and out, and I clench to give him a taste of what’s to come.

  He inhales sharply. “I can make you happy,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine.

  He picks up the pace and the sound of my arousal hangs in the air. “I can make your children happy.” He lifts my top leg over his body to spread me more.

  My eyes tear up. I have never heard anything so beautiful in my life.

  This is all I want. All I will ever want. “Promise me we can make this work, Stace,” I whisper as I put my hand onto his forearm and feel it flex as he pumps me with it. He stretches me as he adds another finger and we both groan in pleasure.

  “I don’t care about money. I just want to be with you. I just want a future with you.” He picks up the pace and his hand becomes almost violent as the bed starts to hit the wall.

  “You have it.” We kiss again and I think it is the most heart felt kiss he has ever gifted me with. “I’ve never felt this close to anyone,” he murmurs.

  “I’m so in love with you,” I whisper as my body quivers on the edge of orgasm.

  Suddenly desperate, he stands and rips his shirt over his shoulders and slides his jeans down his legs. I am blessed with the sight of his large cock hanging heavily between his legs. Pre-ejaculate drips from the head, and I can see the veins that run down its thick length. He pumps it three times to give himself some kind of release. I reach up and brush my fingers over my lips that are branded to his side. I’m still in awe that he did that.

  His beautiful, brown eyes hold mine as he crawls over my body and nudges my opening with his cock. He keeps me waiting as he slides it back and forth through my wet sex. We both smile in pleasure and I know it is taking all of his resistance not to slide straight in.

  He leans back onto his knees and spreads my legs. His eyes drop down over my sex and then back up to my eyes as he thinks.

  “What?” I smile softly.

  He lies over me and kisses me softly. “Marry me.”

  Our eyes lock as he slowly slides in. My body struggles to take his size and he levers himself from side to side to loosen me up. “Oh… God,” I whisper.

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�He’s not going to help you take this cock, baby.” He groans through his pleasure.

  I laugh against his lips as he slams me and tears through my flesh. He pulls out and slides back into me, forcing me to cry out. He pumps me again and it knocks the wind from my lungs. Oh, my man’s in the mood to fuck hard. He grabs my legs and holds them up over his shoulders, and then with straightened arms, puts his hands above my shoulders to give himself leverage.

  In. Out. Slam, and oh so fucking good. His eyes hold mine and it’s almost too much. This intensity is nearly too much to cope with.

  The bed is hitting the wall hard as he really lets me have it.

  “You feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He growls as the perspiration sheens his skin.

  I clench as hard as I can, his eyes close, and he groans deeply.

  He leans down to kiss me and we are like animals with each other. Both taking what our own body needs from the other. I hold him tight to me, and in all honesty, the world could end right now and I wouldn’t care.

  “Come,” he demands as he pumps.

  “More,” I cry. “I want fucking more of you.”

  He picks up the pace and I scream out as I am hit like a truck with an orgasm, but before I have time to react, he pulls out and shoots semen across my stomach. His head tips back to the ceiling and his mouth hangs slack as he empties his body onto mine.

  We both scramble for air and then he sits up onto his knees between my open legs and slides his three fingers back into my sex. He slowly strokes me as his other hand rubs his semen over my stomach and breasts. It feels so intimate having his fingers back inside me so quickly and his semen all over my skin.

  His eyes hold mine and I know I am going to get him again.

  I’m going to get him again. I’m going to get him forever.

  “Kiss me,” I whisper.

  “Marry me,” he replies as his fingers slide in and out.

  “Why?” I whisper.

  “Because I need this every day. Because you are the only person I want to do this with.” He frowns as if thinking of something else. “You make me want to be better and I need you.”

  He brings his fingers up and sucks them and I feel my arousal start to pump heavily. I’m swollen and wet, and hell, I want him again.

  “Answer me.” He growls as he crawls over me.