softly. My balls tighten, and I hiss a curse,
coming hard and hot across my shirt, the pleasure white hot, blinding for an
endless moment.
Then
it fades, and I lie there panting, a cooling mess on my belly.
When
I can breathe normal, I tuck my dick away and nudge Nurrin aside so I can sit
up and pull my shirt over my head. I toss it aside and lay back down.
“O’Malley?”
she asks, her voice warm against my skin. Shit.
“Go
to sleep, Nurrin,” I say.
“What
was that?” she asks.
I
roll so I’m looking at her. And I fucking lie, because as much as I want her, I
can’t put myself out there like that. Not again.
Not
after—.
“Biological
needs, Nurrin. Nothing more. Nothing less. Now go to sleep.”
I
roll onto my stomach and wait for her to settle next to me. For a long moment
she doesn’t. She just stares down at me, her gaze as hot as a brand. Then,
quietly, “What if I have needs?”
I
glance up at her, not sure I’m hearing her right. A slow blush is crawling over
her cheeks.
Yeah.
I heard that shit right.
“Feel
free to take care of it, little girl. I’ll be more than happy to be your
audience.”
Her
lips tighten, and anger fills her eyes. Rejection is never a pretty thing, even
when it’s from someone you don’t really want.
“Fuck
you, O’Malley,” she snaps, and falls back on her side of the bed with a little
huff.
I
want to tell her I want her. I want to kiss away the angry stich between her
brows, and stroke down her back until she purrs.
But
I don’t. Instead, I let her simmer in silence, until she finally gives in to
sleep, and I lie, a silent sentinel next to her.
Chapter
4 . Explanations
SOMETHING
HITS ME, and I jerk upright, scrambling for a knife. Nurrin is standing a few
feet away, my weapons on the desk next to her. I find the wet rag she threw and
toss it to the floor.
She’s
changed out of the ridiculous clothing of the order, and into something that
fits her a bit more—black jeans that hug her ass and sit a little low on her
hips, and a close-fitting top. I can see bruises on her arms, snaking up under
her shirt. They make my hands clench in anger, and I’m reminded I haven’t
killed the bastards responsible for this.
“What
did you do to find me?” she asks, softly. She’s looking at the ground, her wet
hair hanging down to hide her face, but I know that question cost her.
“The
same thing you did to survive, Nurrin,” I say. Her head jerks up, startled, and
I force a smile. “What I had to. And there is no judgment in that.”
She
bites her lip, and nods sharply. Straightens away from the table. “Can we trust
Omar?”
“Of
course not,” I say, immediately. I roll to the edge of the bed, and her gaze
skates over my naked chest for a moment, before she flushes and looks away
again.
“Why
do you hate him so much?”
I
drop my bag on the bed and pause, staring at her. “What did Kenny tell you?”
She
shrugs, looking uneasy. I know why. The last thing we had done, before she was
kidnapped, was fight over her underhanded ways of getting information. To call
her on it now—
“Look,
I get it. I get why you went to Kenny.”
Her
gaze jerks up, startled. “You aren’t mad?”
“Of
course I’m mad,” I snap. “But I get it. I’d have done the same in your
position. It was shitty and underhanded, and I can’t blame you.”
Her
eyes narrow. “You’re being too nice.”
I
laugh, and pull a shirt on. Her eyes skate low over my abs as I tug the shirt
down, and I smirk when her gaze comes back up.
“See
something you like?”
“Biological
needs, O’Malley,” she says coolly. Smartass.
“So?”
I nudge, refocusing her.
“He
didn’t tell me anything. He drugged me and babbled about your mother. Claire
wouldn’t tell me anything that matters—not about Kelsey or Omar. And I’m tired
of being only one on this fucking train that doesn’t know what the fuck
happened.”
I
stare at her for a long moment. I’ve risked my
coming hard and hot across my shirt, the pleasure white hot, blinding for an
endless moment.
Then
it fades, and I lie there panting, a cooling mess on my belly.
When
I can breathe normal, I tuck my dick away and nudge Nurrin aside so I can sit
up and pull my shirt over my head. I toss it aside and lay back down.
“O’Malley?”
she asks, her voice warm against my skin. Shit.
“Go
to sleep, Nurrin,” I say.
“What
was that?” she asks.
I
roll so I’m looking at her. And I fucking lie, because as much as I want her, I
can’t put myself out there like that. Not again.
Not
after—.
“Biological
needs, Nurrin. Nothing more. Nothing less. Now go to sleep.”
I
roll onto my stomach and wait for her to settle next to me. For a long moment
she doesn’t. She just stares down at me, her gaze as hot as a brand. Then,
quietly, “What if I have needs?”
I
glance up at her, not sure I’m hearing her right. A slow blush is crawling over
her cheeks.
Yeah.
I heard that shit right.
“Feel
free to take care of it, little girl. I’ll be more than happy to be your
audience.”
Her
lips tighten, and anger fills her eyes. Rejection is never a pretty thing, even
when it’s from someone you don’t really want.
“Fuck
you, O’Malley,” she snaps, and falls back on her side of the bed with a little
huff.
I
want to tell her I want her. I want to kiss away the angry stich between her
brows, and stroke down her back until she purrs.
But
I don’t. Instead, I let her simmer in silence, until she finally gives in to
sleep, and I lie, a silent sentinel next to her.
Chapter
4 . Explanations
SOMETHING
HITS ME, and I jerk upright, scrambling for a knife. Nurrin is standing a few
feet away, my weapons on the desk next to her. I find the wet rag she threw and
toss it to the floor.
She’s
changed out of the ridiculous clothing of the order, and into something that
fits her a bit more—black jeans that hug her ass and sit a little low on her
hips, and a close-fitting top. I can see bruises on her arms, snaking up under
her shirt. They make my hands clench in anger, and I’m reminded I haven’t
killed the bastards responsible for this.
“What
did you do to find me?” she asks, softly. She’s looking at the ground, her wet
hair hanging down to hide her face, but I know that question cost her.
“The
same thing you did to survive, Nurrin,” I say. Her head jerks up, startled, and
I force a smile. “What I had to. And there is no judgment in that.”
She
bites her lip, and nods sharply. Straightens away from the table. “Can we trust
Omar?”
“Of
course not,” I say, immediately. I roll to the edge of the bed, and her gaze
skates over my naked chest for a moment, before she flushes and looks away
again.
“Why
do you hate him so much?”
I
drop my bag on the bed and pause, staring at her. “What did Kenny tell you?”
She
shrugs, looking uneasy. I know why. The last thing we had done, before she was
kidnapped, was fight over her underhanded ways of getting information. To call
her on it now—
“Look,
I get it. I get why you went to Kenny.”
Her
gaze jerks up, startled. “You aren’t mad?”
“Of
course I’m mad,” I snap. “But I get it. I’d have done the same in your
position. It was shitty and underhanded, and I can’t blame you.”
Her
eyes narrow. “You’re being too nice.”
I
laugh, and pull a shirt on. Her eyes skate low over my abs as I tug the shirt
down, and I smirk when her gaze comes back up.
“See
something you like?”
“Biological
needs, O’Malley,” she says coolly. Smartass.
“So?”
I nudge, refocusing her.
“He
didn’t tell me anything. He drugged me and babbled about your mother. Claire
wouldn’t tell me anything that matters—not about Kelsey or Omar. And I’m tired
of being only one on this fucking train that doesn’t know what the fuck
happened.”
I
stare at her for a long moment. I’ve risked my
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