Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,39

to me.

He sped up, holding my head between his hands, and his gaze roamed my face.

“Michael…”

I was so close. My cock throbbed between our bellies, and my hole clamped around him. He slid his arms under my back and clutched my body tighter to his. I felt so utterly and completely taken.

I pressed my lips to his skin, my eyes fell shut, and a slow wave of complete joy swept me up.

Vincent. I love you.

Even caught up in my own pleasure, I still heard and felt the moment he came inside me. His deep groan reverberated through my body, and his thrusts became harder, deeper, prolonging my orgasm until I felt like I was flying, weightless and ecstatic.

Vincent kept rocking slowly, bringing us down, then stilled. Wrapped all around me and tucked inside me, he was my world, my everything. I was still trembling, my limbs tingling with pleasure, the feeling of satisfaction so profound I felt like I was melting. I pressed a kiss to the side of his face, and he lifted his head.

This time, when his eyes met mine, I knew. Vincent loved me too. And he was terrified he’d fail me.

I stroked down his cheek, traced his upper lip with my fingertip.

It will all be good. In a few weeks, it’ll all be over, and you can make love to me, fuck me, and spank me, without any fear or guilt. And I will take care of you. I want to make you happy, Vincent.

He kissed me for a long time. I ran my fingers through his short beard and hair and caressed his neck and shoulders.

After this, we wouldn’t be able to pretend anymore.

18

Of course, I end up in the panic room

Michael

“Michael, wake up.” The urgency in Vincent’s voice had me awake and alert immediately.

“We need to leave. Now. Dress warm, take your phone and shoes. Leave everything else.”

I shot up on the bed and ran to find my clothes. I didn’t think about anything else but what Vincent told me. T-shirt, pants, socks, fleece jacket, phone. Shoes.

I raced to the front door, which he already held open, a small bag slung over his shoulder, his gun in the holster across his chest.

“Car, now.”

Without questioning him, I sprinted to the car and jumped in. Mist drifted on the lake. The sky was light blue, but the sun hadn’t come up yet. The forest was eerily quiet, the air still. Everything seemed frozen in time around us, in utter silence except for the gravel crunching under our feet.

He closed the passenger door behind me, jogged around the vehicle, and climbed behind the wheel. He started the engine and backed out. Turning so sharp that I had to grab the door handle, he shot off into the woods and sped down the road we’d come on so many weeks ago.

“Vincent?” My voice didn’t really work. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it must’ve been visible, even through the thick layer of fleece.

“I have four people collecting information for me and sending me reports twice a day.” Vincent’s features were stony, his eyes on the road. The hair on my neck stood up. He was focused and calm. Too calm. “They do surveillance of the whole area via satellite and monitor wide perimeters by car and on foot. None of them have any idea about what I’m doing here or who you are, but they are my team. People I trust.” He paused and furrowed his brows. “One of them didn’t report in this morning.”

“What does it mean for us?”

“Either she overslept, which she’s never done. Or we’ve been compromised.”

“Compromised?”

“She gave me her last report at eight last night. The six-in-the-morning report is now thirty minutes late.”

“Only thirty minutes?” That didn’t sound too serious.

“Mikey, if someone got to her after she sent last night’s report, that’s ten hours.”

“Is she hurt?”

“I don’t know.” The lines on his forehead grew deeper.

I still wasn’t sure I was following. However, I trusted Vincent’s instincts more than I trusted myself. He acted like he had everything under control, because he was a fucking sentinel. Yet, fear hid in his eyes. I knew him by now.

“Watch out!”

Vincent hit the brakes so hard the wheels squealed, and dirt and gravel flew away from under the car. I jerked forward, the seat belt digging into my chest and shoulder.

A tree trunk blocked the road. A huge one. One a grown man couldn’t drag away. One the car couldn’t ride over.

My stomach heaved when realization