by Evelyn Glass
He got up and turned her over onto her hands and knees and edged gently into her, one hand on her firm ass and the other reaching around to cup a breast.
She gasped as she took his full length inside of her, the pleasure surging through her core. She felt so happy, so complete, so full of desire and passion she could combust on the spot. Just as Zeke climaxed, she joined him as wave after wave of sheer bliss washed over her.
They slept in each other’s arms that night, in that grand bedroom where nothing or no one could touch them.
Chapter Twenty Four
Zeke
As Zeke opened the drapes of the hotel window, he turned to Sophie who was pulling on her shoes. “I wish we could hide out here forever,” he said. “I’m sick of watching our backs.”
Sophie sat upright and sighed. “It’ll be over soon. We’ll have plenty of time to hide out.”
Zeke walked over to her and sat down, taking her hand in his. “You’re right. We just need to keep our heads in this and get it over with.”
“Together,” she said.
“Together,” he replied.
She leaned in to kiss him on the lips, and he bowed his head to meet her as a full and firm reply. As he pressed his lips to hers, he reached up to hold the back of her neck with his hand and stroked along her smooth skin towards her chest.
Suddenly, he broke off with a laugh. “Oh man,” he said. “All it takes is one kiss from you, and I’m distracted. You’d make a good spy. You’d have me captured in moments just with that sexy body and those luscious lips.”
Sophie laughed. “I’ll have to stop distracting you,” she said, jokingly rubbing her breasts over her top and stretching one leg out in the air.
He buried his head in his hands. “Oh, Lord.”
They collapsed back on the bed laughing, and Sophie slipped under his arm to rest her head on his chest with a sigh. “It’s been a wonderful night.”
“It has,” he replied. “I’m sorry about...”
“You don’t need to say anything about all that,” she interjected. “I get it. It’s all messing with your head. I freaked out too. I’m just glad we worked it out.”
He took her hand and kissed it gently. “Thank you. I love you.” He let out a long slow breath. “I suppose we’d better get on the road.”
“Unless...” Sophie’s eyebrow flicked up suggestively as she leaned up on one elbow. “We could delay it just a little longer.” She walked her fingers up his chest.
“But we have to check out,” Zeke said.
“Screw that,” Sophie said, smiling.
“You’re the best,” he said, pouncing up on his knees and leaning over her as she lay back on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and let them drop to the floor with a thud. “Better put a ‘Do not disturb’ sign up,” she whispered.
He ran so fast to the door he nearly tripped on his jeans, which were already halfway down to his knees. Sophie let out a giggle to see him staggering across the room. With the privacy sign swinging on the outside door handle, and the room locked once again, he kicked off his jeans, pulled off his top and made his way over to the bed where Sophie lay. Her expression changed from amusement to something more serious. She reached out for his hand as he climbed onto the bed, leaning over her, his skin radiating warmth towards her.
She raised her head to lick his nipple, which caused him to gasp with surprise. He was hard, and she rubbed his package with her thigh, pressing just firmly enough to send vibrations through him as she moved it back and forth. He stiffened even more. He pulled up her top and unclipped her bra, pushing it all upwards and taking her firm nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, harder than he had before. She let out a moan and grabbed at the hair on the back of his head.
“It’s kind of sore, but kind of amazing,” she whispered.
He smiled and kissed her lips. “I would never hurt you, baby,” he whispered back.
He pulled the sheets up over their heads, diffusing the sunlight which was streaming in through the windows. In their warm cave of bedcovers, they stripped off their remaining clothes and kissed frantically at each other’s skin. Zeke lowered himself until his knees were out of the bed and on the floor with his face right between her legs. He pushed them apart and kissed her inner thigh.
“I love the scent of you,” he whispered.
Sophie gasped in shock. He used one finger to stroke her gently until she was ripe and juicy for him. He licked at her, letting out a happy sigh at the taste.
“This is perfection,” he said, between kisses and licks. She moved her hand down and began touching herself with her eyes on his. “Interesting,” he added, pulling back from her and climbing back up to her level, causing the bed sheets to fall to the side, exposing her to the daylight.
“What about the windows?” she whispered.
“Who cares?” he responded, breathlessly. “Keep going. You’re so beautiful. Like a movie I’d watch on repeat.”
She started stroking again, sliding smoothly in her wetness. She grabbed his fingers and put them in her mouth, sucking hard. He could barely control himself and joined her in her performance, taking hold of his cock and pumping hard with his fist. She quickly reached orgasm, her hand flicking at speed, and her back arching as it took over. The sight of this sent him spinning into bliss, hot on her heels.
“Oh my God, I don’t know what came over me there,” she said, breathlessly. “You bring out a side of me I didn’t know was there.”
He grinned and stroked her arm tenderly. “We’re a good fit. The best fit.”
Chapter Twenty Five
Zeke
It was late afternoon by the time they eventually got on the road. The upset of their temporary split was long forgotten. Something felt different between them now, like they’d overcome something and were getting stronger together.
They grabbed a burger at a roadside diner on the way back to town. Sophie devoured hers quicker than Zeke and downed two glasses of cola.
Zeke raised an eyebrow. “What happened to the girl who used to nibble like a bird?”
“She got pregnant,” she responded, popping another French fry in her mouth with a cheeky smile.
He nodded. “Fair point.”
“I wonder if I’ll be sending you out for random things like tuna pizza with chocolate shavings?”
“Darling, I’d get you a bucket of coal to chew on if that’s what you wanted,” he said.
Zeke’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.
“It’s Stephan.”
Zeke made plans with Stephan, nodding and giving him an address for a club he knew. The manager would give them the VIP room for privacy. They needed to meet somewhere public, for safety. No one’s homes were safe anymore with Troy stalking them.
“OK, see you there in an hour. I’ll text the others and let them know,” Zeke said before hanging up. “We’re going to Espionage Club to meet Stephan, Tina and Jeffrey, Admiral Stone, and Pete.”
“Pete? The guy from the explosion?” Sophie asked, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, he’s made a full recovery. He’s OK now. But he can help. Apparently, he’s got some kind of information he needs to share with us.”
“I wonder what he knows,” she said. “Jeez. This just keeps getting weirder and more people keep getting pulled into the ring.”
“The more the better, though,” he replied before tipping the last of his soda into his mouth. “With more eyes and ears – and ideas – we’ll catch Troy quicker.”
“Let’s hope so.”
They paid up and made their way to the club which was only a twenty-minute drive from the diner.
When they pulled up, pounding dance music vibrated through the parking lot.
“Is this really the best place to meet?” Sophie asked, slipping her hand into his as they crossed towards the front door.
“Yeah, It’s fine. It’s the last place Troy will look for us.”
When they reached the entrance,
walking straight past a queue of people dressed up in short skirts, high heels and wafting out a cloud of perfume, Zeke whispered into one of the security men’s ears. He nodded and waved them through the door without question.
They walked through the entrance hall and through a side door. A man in a black shirt and jeans, with his feet up on the desk, suddenly sat up straight, as if he’d been caught out resting. “Jesus, Zeke, what are you doing here? Good to see you, bud.” He stood up and walked over to shake hands.
“Hey, Toby. Can we use the VIP suite for a quick meeting? There’s a few of us. I’ve told the doormen.”
“Yeah, sure, no one uses it this early in the evening. Go for it. Anything for you, dude.”
“Thanks. Catch up with you properly soon, yeah?” Zeke said casually, closing the door and nodding towards the VIP room for Sophie to walk ahead.
She walked ahead, then turned around to ask, “How did you two get so friendly? He acts like you saved his life once or something.”
Zeke’s brow rose, and he shrugged.
“Oh,” Sophie said. “You did?”
He pursed his lips, saying nothing.
She pushed on the door of the VIP room and entered. There were dark blue leather sofas lining each wall, and glass drinks tables loaded with ice buckets of champagne. Music from the main dance hall was fed through a speaker, which Zeke switched off. They could still hear the vibrations of the dance music through the walls, but at least it was quiet enough for a conversation.
“How often have you used this place?” Sophie asked. “You seem to know a lot about the technology.”
“I’ve been here a couple of times. Mainly on business. Meetings for various clients. It’s always been a reliable place to hide away for a bit.”
She nodded and sat down, eyeing the champagne. “Too bad we can’t get started on these.”
“The others will be here soon. After this, we can go home to the apartment. Get unpacked. I can run you a bath if you like?”
She smiled. “That would be nice. We’re quite the little cozy couple, aren’t we?”
He grinned, but before he could reply the door opened, and Stephan entered with Pete and Admiral Stone.
“Hey. How have you been?” Zeke asked, standing up. “Have you been safe?”
They all nodded.
“Fine, yes. It’s all been quiet. Not a peep from our man,” Stephan said.
“Well... I’ll tell you what I know when the others get here,” Pete said, shifting on his feet.
Just then, Tina and Jeffrey walked through the door. Tina looked nervous. “This is bizarre,” she said. “I’ve never been in a place like this. Well, not since the 80s anyway, and it was quite different then. Those girls in the line outside must be freezing.”
Sophie laughed. “They don’t feel the cold after a few martinis. Trust me.”
“So, what on earth are we doing in this place?” Tina asked, turning to the men.
Pete cleared his throat. He seemed desperate to get something off his chest. He was anxious. “The big news is that the biker who was following when Forrest got knocked off his bike managed to put a tracker on the guy’s car,” he said. “If it is your bomb guy then we should be able to locate him – providing he hasn’t switched cars.”
“Brilliant,” Stephan said, rubbing his hands together. “Do we have an app for tracking it?”
Pete handed his cell phone to Stephan. “I don’t know much about it.”
“OK,” Stephan said, taking the phone and sitting down to work out how to link up to the tracker. He bent his head while he tapped away at the screen in deep concentration.
“Anyway, thanks, Tina,” Sophie said in a lowered voice. “For last night. We really needed that.”
“I know, sweetie,” she replied, giving her arm a soft rub. “I haven’t lived this long without picking up a few relationship tricks. Never leave things unsaid. And you two,” she whispered now, as the two women turned their backs on the men, “are too good together to throw that away. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to push you back together. I worried I was meddling too much, but hey, it paid off.”
Sophie smiled. “It certainly did. We’re over it all.”
“We just need this bomb guy behind bars so we can get on with our lives,” Tina added. “As if we haven’t had enough trauma already. There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t think about my boy and how his life was cut short. This just trudges it all up.” She faltered like she was swallowing her emotions. Sophie touched her shoulder reassuringly.
“I can only imagine,” she said softly. “This will all be over soon. These guys know what they’re doing.” She looked at Zeke and Stephan – her two rocks. “I trust them with my life. With... our lives,” she added, placing one hand on her belly.
Tina lunged forward and hugged Sophie. It was a hug both women needed at such a fragile time. They eventually broke off and laughed. Tina wiped a tear from her eye as they turned back around to the guys. Pete was in deep conversation with Stone about bikes and Zeke was pacing the room, glancing at Stephan every few seconds.
“Anything yet?” he asked.
Stephan shook his head. He was concentrating too hard to respond in words.
Zeke continued to pace up and down. A moment later, Stephan shifted in his seat. “OK...”
“Yes?” Zeke asked, dashing over at the same time as Stephan stood up.
“I think I’ve got something,” Stephan said excitedly. “It’s just configuring the location of the tracking device our biker friend planted. It’s taking a while, but it’s definitely doing something.”
Everyone stopped their hushed conversations and gathered around Stephan and Zeke, like a family waiting for news of a relative’s serious operation. Their eyes were wide with expectation.
Stephan grabbed Zeke’s arm and said, “It’s flashing, it’s working.” Then he frowned, and Zeke peered across at the phone’s screen to see what was the matter. They looked at each other intensely.
“What? What is it?” Pete asked.
Stephan looked up from the screen at the worried faces staring at him. “It’s here. The tracker is somewhere in this building.”
Suddenly, there were screams from the dance floor next door. Zeke, Admiral Stone, and Stephan ran for the door. Sophie and Tina exchanged panicked glances and followed cautiously.
As they entered the lobby, they were met by a stampede of panic-stricken club-goers.
“He’s got a gun!” someone yelled.
Girls clutched each other as they ran in their stilettos towards the exit, with one girl stumbling and letting out a shriek of pain. Her ankle had twisted, and she winced in agony as two of her friends grabbed her under the arms and dragged her along with them. More people came streaming out of the door, and Zeke held his arms up to guard the group until the flow subsided.
When everyone was out, the doormen yelled to Zeke, “Get the fuck out, man!”
Zeke called over, “We’re here for this guy. It’s alright!” He turned back to the group. “Sophie, Tina, you should go.”
“No, I won’t leave you,” Sophie said, shaking her head.
“We’re in this together,” Tina agreed. “And maybe we’ll be able to help. Maybe we can speak to him.”
Zeke nodded gravely. “Fine. But stay back. We don’t need any more....” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
“Don’t say I didn’t try,” the doorman said as he left his post and headed out into the parking lot with the crowd.
The lobby fell silent. They walked forward towards the doorway to the dance hall. “Someone should stay out here to stop police storming in at the wrong moment,” Zeke said.
“I’ll do it,” Pete said.
Zeke nodded. He pushed open the swing door and revealed a sad sight of Troy standing alone in the middle of the dance floor, holding a gun and looking like a frightened rabbit.
“Troy,” Zeke said, over the pounding dance music, which was still in f
ull swing after the DJ had fled. “We’re just here to talk to you. Don’t worry. You can still come out of this. It’s not too late.”
“It’s Gary!” he yelled, opening his jacket to reveal a set of explosives strapped to his middle.
They all stopped in their tracks.
Stephan held his hands up. “I’m going to switch off the music. That’s all.” He walked carefully to the DJ booth, having to cross the edge of the dance floor to get there.
Sophie and Tina held onto each other as they watched.
