Packing Heat(62)

I walked back toward the room. Up ahead, Cassidy was leaning up against a wall, her one leg cocked back. She smiled as I approached.

“How did it go?”

“He said he’d think about it.”

“So better than you expected.”

“True.” I stopped in front of her and crossed my arms. “You’re not telling me something,” I said.

“What?”

“Listen, Cassidy. I don’t know what you’re holding back or why, but this whole thing seems like a trap. Even you have to see that.”

She nodded slowly. “I see it.”

“So why are we trying to make this happen?”

“You’re right that I’m not telling you something.”

I sighed. At least she had admitted it.

“I need to know everything if you want me to help you.”

I could see that she was torn. She looked away, down the hall, and then back toward me.

“I can’t say it,” she answered finally. “I’m sorry, Rafa. I trust you more than anyone else, but what I’m holding back is too important to say. I promised I’d keep it a secret, even from you, and I’m going to.”

I clenched my jaw. “Must be a pretty important person to promise that to.”

“It is important. And if you knew, or anyone else knew, all of this would fall apart. I think this peace is real, Rafa.”

“I want it to be, but I don’t trust these people like you do. After everything that happened, I don’t fucking get it.”

She stepped toward me, frowning. “I know. I don’t blame you.”

“They nearly fucking killed me.”

She reached up and touched my face, staring into my eyes. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry.” I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her slightly closer to me. “I just need you.”

She took a sharp breath. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You want me to trust you? I already do. But you’re my priority. That child is my priority. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

I kissed her, pressing her up against me, tipping her head back. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. We pressed ourselves together, and it suddenly hit me that this may be one of the last times we could do this before shit went down.

I pulled back and took her by the hand, dragging her behind me. I went up to the first door I found that wasn’t an apartment and tried to open it, but the door remained locked. Cassidy swiped her card and the door instantly opened.

I glanced at her but didn’t give a fuck. We stepped into the empty room, and I shut the door behind us, locking it with the manual slide lock.

I barely took the time to register where we were. It was clearly a storage room, but it took me half a second to realize what it was storing: boxes and boxes of ammunition.

I didn’t care, though. I grabbed her and pulled her against me, kissing her hard. She didn’t seem to mind either as she kissed me back. I pressed her up against a storage rack, the bullets rattling in their boxes, and began to unbutton her pants. She groaned as I slipped my hand down beneath her panties and found her soaking pussy.

“Fuck I love how fast you get wet,” I whispered as I kissed her neck.

“I can’t help it.”

“Good. I love that you know what I was as soon as you see me.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you. I want every inch of you.” I slipped my fingers inside her, and she gasped, groaning. I kissed her again, hard and desperate, like a man drowning.

There was a big secret between us, but I didn’t care. It didn’t really matter. I knew in this moment that what I had said out in the hallway was true. Cassidy was my priority, and maybe she had been since the moment we met. Now that she was probably carrying my child, I would never let anything happen to either of them.

That thought only made me want her so much more. I worked her pussy, my fingers rolling along her soaking spot, rubbing her swollen clit. She reached forward and unbuckled my belt, moaning as she kissed me, and managed to work my pants down. She slipped my cock from my briefs and began to stroke me as I worked her.

It was desperate and dirty, and exactly what I fucking needed.

“I can’t wait,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wait another second.”

“What do you need?”

“I need you inside me. Rafa, please.”

I grinned and pressed my fingers inside her. She let out a low moan.

“Say please again.”

“Please,” she groaned.

I pulled my fingers back and grabbed her hips. I turned her around and quickly pulled her shorts and panties completely off. As she stepped out of them, I began to lick her pussy from behind, wanting a taste before she got what she wanted.