Finally he leaned up a bit, dropping kisses along her cheek bones, down to her lips. “Are you ok?” he managed to get out.
Missy lifted her legs higher on his hips, sinking him deeper. They groaned together. Her hips rotated beneath him, nearly causing him to lose all sense of control. She circled her hips again, her eyes urging him to move. He didn’t wait a second longer.
Drawing out slowly, he slammed back home, sweat beading along his neck and back. Missy’s nails dug into his arms, urging him on. He moved, keeping a rhythm that had them both climbing quickly. Her inner walls quivered around him so he slowed down, wanting to draw out their release a bit longer. He didn’t want this to end, wanted to feel her gripping him as long as possible.
She moaned, her head thrashing back and forth as he forced her body back away from the edge. Those eyes that had captivated him peered up pleadingly, her hands gripping his hips urgently. He moved slowly, rotating his hips whenever he was fully sheathed, his pelvic bone rubbing against her already sensitized flesh.
“Please,” she begged over and over. He moved faster again, harder when she cried out for it. His heart raced, a tingling sensation racing down his spine as he neared his climax. He could feel her body climb and knew they would fall as one.
Both called out as their worlds exploded. Her inner walls squeezed around him as he pumped his release into her, his body shuddering from the intensity. He collapsed, careful not to crush her. She didn’t seem to have the same concern as she pulled him closer, melting into him. Their heavy breathing was the only sound now, the phone no longer interrupting their moment of privacy.
How long he lay like that, his face buried in her neck, breathing in her scent, memorizing the feeling of her skin against his, her soft curves cushioning him, he didn’t know. If he could have stayed that way forever he would have. Eventually he pulled out of her, rolling over onto his back. His arm snaked out to bring her with him, plastering her to his side. She fit perfect, just as he knew she would.
Missy snuggled in closer, in no more of a hurry than he was to separate. Tyler reached down for the cover, pulling it up over them. They would rest for just a moment and then call back the others so they could figure out a way back to the western ghetto. For now though, he would enjoy this quietness, knowing Missy was his, truly now, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
This dream was the best dream he'd had in as long as he could remember. Warm, soft flesh pressed up against his side. The faint scent of vanilla hung in the air. He knew it was Missy with him even though his vision in the dream was blurry. Tiny hands stroked across his skin lazily, almost exploratory. When her wet, hot mouth placed kisses where her hands had just been, he moaned in encouragement.
She nipped and sucked at him as she shifted, making her way down his body. Before he knew what was happening, he felt her delicate hand wrap around the base of him, stroking up to his head and back again. He couldn't stop the pleased sounds escaping him.
Awareness was starting to intrude and he squeezed his eyes shut to hold onto the dream. Her touch felt hesitant, as though she was unsure of herself, only making it that much better for him; knowing she was curious about him enough to step out of her comfort zone. The real world would not keep out though, much to his frustration. As reality broke through, his eyes blinking open slowly, he could still feel remnants of the dream lingering as her tongue flicked out, running up the underside of him before her mouth took him in completely.
God no, he thought, hating that he was waking up just as it was getting really good. Pleasure zipped up his spine making it arch upwards of its own accord. It was only then, as her mouth sucked on his sensitive flesh, that reality really did kick in and his eyes looked down at a sight better than any dream he could imagine.
Missy looked up through her lashes at him and he almost came right then. His hand reached down to grip her hair gently, making sure she still had full control over the situation. He wanted so badly to lift his hips into her warmth, but fought the urge. Part of him had feared everything that had happened between him and Missy had been nothing but another dream. What if he was still lying in the middle of that white room? But it had definitely not been a dream, and he was most certainly awake. Wide awake.
He thanked whatever god was up there. His fingers stroked through the silky strands of her hair as he watched her, his eyes unable to look away. She continued to work for another minute before slowly releasing him. Without speaking she crawled up his body until her legs were on either side of his hips. He didn't dare speak, transfixed by this beautiful, fragile woman, who was blossoming into a sensual siren right before his eyes.
She was throwing caution to the wind, doing exactly what she wanted and not being afraid or scared to do so. He knew this was out of character for her, a huge step into letting go of the past and healing. His heart felt like it would burst from pride and admiration. She didn't hesitate to lower herself perfectly over him, her body already ready enough for him to slide in blissfully. She didn't stop until her hips met his and he was filling her completely.
They both groaned, but she didn't wait long to lift back up and down again as she slowly found her rhythm and pleasure in him. He let her set the pace until he grew closer to his peak and needed to drive in harder. Gripping her hips, he pulled her down as he lifted his hips up at the same time. She cried out, urging him on. It didn't take long, one slight shift in angle to hit the spot he knew would send her over, and then her walls tightened around him, her entire body stiffening in ecstasy.
Growling, Tyler rolled until she was under him and began to move deeply, drawing out her pleasure, finding his own only shortly after. They panted, their faces both turned into one another's neck. Tyler pressed a few kisses there before collapsing further on her, no longer able to hold himself up. She didn't complain as they both lay there, catching their breath.
Finally, he lifted off and gazed down at her. "Mornin'," he said, grinning slightly.
She blushed, making him want to laugh at her sudden shyness. "Morning," she replied, biting her lip.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply. When he pulled away again, she looked more comfortable, her eyes sparkling temptingly. "I'm going to call the others back and then we'll figure out some food, yeah?" he said.
Missy nodded. "Ok."
He went to pull the sheet around his hips as he pushed off the bed, but stopped, knowing she would be embarrassed to lie naked in front of him, exposed. That, and she could get cold. He tucked her in, loving it when she giggled beneath him. He smiled, something he uncharacteristically seemed to do a lot of when he was around her. Kissing the tip of her nose, and noticing that touching her constantly was slowly becoming a must, he straightened and turned to find the phone, buck naked. A man had to do what a man had to do.
He was literally a god among man. Or at least he looked like it as he walked away from the bed completely nude. There wasn't an inch of him that wasn't attractive. It was almost unfair. Her body was still buzzing, making her feeling happily sleepy and comfy in the bed, every limb relaxed. She doubted she could move even if she wanted to, which she didn't for the next 5 days at least. If only, she thought.
Her eyes had no problem though, moving down and across his body as he bent to lift her pants off the floor, rummaging the phone out of her back pocket. She watched him hit a few buttons before bringing the phone to his ear, looking over at her. Missy didn't know what her face must have looked like right then, but clearly her appraisal and desire for him was evident.
His eyes instantly darkened and narrowed on her. "Keep looking at me like that, lass, and we won't be going anywhere for days."
The excitement at such a prospect and subsequent smile that spread across her face as she wiggled beneath the covers could not be helped. Tyler growled something, stopping himself as his focus returned to the phone at his ear. "Seamus?" he said, pulling his eyes away from her. "It's Tyler." He paused as Seamus spoke on the other side. "Aye, it's good to hear you. Things ha
ve gotten - complicated on this side."
He listened before his eyes looked to her. "I have her here with me." His mouth turned down in a frown. "Watch it Seamus Brown or I'll be ruining that pretty face of yours." His eyes grew angrier as he watched her.
She knew she hadn't done anything so Seamus must have been teasing him about her. For some reason that made her happy, thinking perhaps Tyler had been attracted to her before all this began. She'd be lying if she didn't admit there had been moments where she’d wondered if it was just drugged Tyler that was possessive toward her, and that when he got his senses back he wouldn't be attracted to her at all. From the way he looked at her and touched her, she had little doubt as to how he felt. Not that she thought she meant much to him, or that there were any strong emotions per se, but there was definitely chemistry between them.
"Put Pete on the phone," he said through clenched teeth. A second passed before she saw relief filter through his eyes.
"Pete," he greeted. "You don't want to know, mate. There's still a bit that's fuzzy in my mind." Pete said something while Tyler walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, angled away from her. "Drugs. What kind, I don't know, but they've done something to me." he paused. "Hard to explain, but certain senses of mine are enhanced. For the most part they had me training." Pause. "Mostly fighting and training like you would a boxer. The General has something up his sleeve but I haven't figured out just what. They had a group of us meet with him and arranged some attack on the headquarters, but intuition tells me that wasn't the main plan. Most likely a distraction of sorts."
Missy noticed how tense his shoulders had gotten since he started going over all their issues. Without stopping to over think, she got up, the covers falling off her. Normally she would have hidden herself but now she decided there was no point. He'd seen all there was to see and had told her how beautiful he thought she was, so why hide? Crawling over to him, she ran her hands across his shoulders, digging into his muscles. She loved the feeling of his smooth skin.
Instantly she felt him relax beneath her touch. He turned to glance at her over his shoulders, his eyes trailing over her naked breasts. She could feel her nipples harden just from his stare. Something Pete said made him snap back to attention - somewhat. She could tell he was still very much aware of her behind him as he tried to keep up the conversation.
"He must have recognized me," he replied. "But I was of no mind to realize it. I'm sure it made him ecstatic to know I was doing his bidding again, without a choice this time. I'm guessing that was why he'd assigned me to a certain death sentence. Why else send a small group of men into the hive of the New World Order?"
He grunted in agreement. "Either way, we'll figure out what he's up to. Something tells me this bombing isn't going to deter Douglas. If anything it will just urge him on. Ludwig is acting irrationally. My main concern is how to get us back over to you." He shook his head at whatever Pete was saying. "The entire building is destroyed. We were lucky to get out ourselves. If the tunnel wasn't destroyed, any access to it was for sure. We're screwed. Everything is a mess over here." He paused. "I'm not sure. I came to my place and only to my place. I didn't want to stay out in the open more than I had to. From what I saw though, not much has survived the blasts."
Missy ran her hands down his sides, pressing in hard. He moaned, his body stiffening when he realized he'd done so into the phone. Missy couldn't help but giggle.
"No, nothing. Sorry," he said quickly, throwing a narrowed look at her.
She smiled cheekily.
"I'll figure something out." he said. "Once I come up with a plan I'll let you know. If anyone there can think of a way over for us, let me know. I'm open to any suggestions." He nodded. "Aye, me too Pete. It's good to hear your voice again. I'll call back soon."
They said goodbye and before she could even register him moving, he turned and lunged at her, pinning her to the bed. She squeaked in surprise, her breathing picking up as he pressed his hard length against her. "Poking at a lion, love? You shouldn't tease a man like me."
She smiled. "I'm not the one poking," she pointed out, making him grin in return. "And I wasn't teasing," she added, innocently blinking at him, "I was just trying to relax you."
He hummed in reply, unconvinced, as he dipped his head to lick at her pulse. Running her hands down his back, she decided that they wouldn't be figuring out a way back to her home for a while yet - not that she was complaining.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
"Sir, the planes have returned."
"Hmm?" Ludwig blinked over at the two soldiers standing just inside his office, pulling his eyes away from the streets below. How long had he been staring out the window? He wondered. His mind was frequently drifting like that, his thoughts a million miles away from the events happening around him. His focus sliding to things he'd never given much thought to before now.
"The planes..." the man said again, hesitantly this time. "They've just returned to the base. The raid is over."
"Oh. Right, right. Excellent. Have the captain give me a report when he's ready."
The soldier nodded. "Sir," he saluted, turning to leave. Xavier, the other soldier who had been standing there, remained, watching him curiously.
"Something else?" asked Ludwig.
"What would you like me to do about the girl?" he asked.
Ludwig turned to look back out the window, his thoughts already drifting back to just that - the girl. "We'll watch her for now," he answered. "No one is to make a move until I say otherwise."
"Yes, Sir."
Bridgette gripped Roman's hand tightly as they hurried through the streets. The sounds of distant explosions could no longer be heard - thank God. She didn't know what was going on, but she'd been terrified when they'd first heard them. Pulling her hood further down to shield her face, she ran behind the man before her, knowing that at the very least she was safe from any threats street level with him by her side.
When they entered the house, everyone was already gathered in the living room, turning to look at them as one. All except Missy and Tyler who were currently over in the exact area that had just been bombed. It was one of the reasons she'd felt sick as soon as she'd heard them.
That, and all the other people she had grown to care for while living in the desolate area. Phoenix and Trent were also missing, a fact that was nagging at all of them. So far none of their searches had turned up any answers regarding the van that had taken them. There were too many players on the board for her to keep track of, just like Seamus had said before. And it was hitting their group hard, it seemed.
"Where the hell have you two been?" Seamus said.
"Hiding," Roman answered plainly, ignoring Seamus' annoyed tone. "There was a bombing in the eastern ghetto," he continued, looking straight at her sister. Some unspoken exchange went between them.
"Yeah, we're aware. Thanks for the update, Captain Obvious," Seamus replied. Bridgette squeezed Roman's hand to keep him from losing it on her friend.
"Give it a rest, Seamus," she said tiredly. Sometimes it was like dealing with a child.
"We weren't sure if they were coming this way too so I found an empty building to hole up in."
"Do you think they will?" Pete asked. "Come this way?"
Roman looked to Charlotte again. "Hard to say, I have no idea what's going through his head right now. Without either of us there to appeal to his sensible side, I'm afraid we're going to see a lot more of this kind of thing. Left to his own devises Ludwig can be quite impulsive."
"You were his sensible side?" Seamus snorted. "Wow, you did a bang up job so far."
"Mate, I'm not getting between you two when he finally gets sick of your shit," Pete said to him.
"I wouldn't ask you to," Seamus said, grinning at Roman in a way that said he relished the thought of them fighting.
Bridgette rolled her eyes. She'd be more worried if she didn't know just how patient Roman could be. He wasn't easily goaded. Unlike Seamus and the others,
Roman Adamson was no hot head. He was a trained soldier and one of the most level headed people she knew. Who else could run with her away from a live grenade about to explode and remain completely calm? Even going so far as to make jokes to her at the same time.
No, Roman wasn't the one she was worried about. She was more concerned it would be she who ended up flipping out and attacking Seamus. She had moves up her sleeves he didn't even know about. Roman leaned down in that moment, his lips close to her ear.
"Easy champ," he whispered, laughter in his voice. She looked up, surprised he'd guessed just where her thoughts had gone. He winked, turning to look back at Pete.
They filled them in on their conversation with Tyler. Bridgette breathed a little easier knowing they were safe - for now. But they still had to figure out a way to get them back home. She sat down with a weary sigh as they discussed theories as to what Ludwig was up to, how to get Tyler and Missy home, and how to locate Phoenix and Trent. If it’s not one thing it's another, she thought, wondering when they would finally be free of all this drama. She was beginning to think there was no such thing as happily ever after anymore.
He didn’t bother to turn when he heard the other man enter the room behind him. “Damages,” he demanded.
“It’s hard to say, General. The entire eastern side has been hit. It will take us days to really know the extent.” He paused. “The Institute has been destroyed.”
Douglas looked over at his second. “Completely?”
John nodded slowly. “There would be no way to repair it, especially without the proper materials and machinery.”
He sighed deeply. Why did everything always have to go to shit? Was it too much to ask for one thing to go his way? He was sick of dealing with incompetence and Ludwig’s anarchy. Things would be changing though, soon enough. The rebels had something up their sleeve that would finally put the damn New World leader in his place.
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