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We roll in the straw, both of us trying to keep our legs wrapped around each other so I don’t fall out of her. My lips never leave her skin as I kiss her mouth, her chin, and her throat. She wraps her hands around my head and holds me close to her as she lands on her back and bucks up against me.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” she cries.

I pin her shoulders to the ground and start to hammer down into her. Her ankles press against my thighs, and I lean down to take her lower lip between my teeth, panting hard as I keep up the frantic pace.

Inside my head, I remember my thoughts from last night.

This is it. This is the last time.

I close my eyes, my pace slowing slightly. Riley grabs my shoulders.

“More…please…more…”

I can’t deny her. I keep moving, thrusting deep and grinding into her with each penetration. My panting is starting to sound like a sob as the air exits my lungs. My eyes burn, and I bury my head against her shoulder as I feel her come apart all around me.

I slow down as she goes limp for a moment. I’m so close, but I don’t want it to end.

Last time. Last time. Last time.

Riley pushes against my shoulder, and we roll once more. She ends up on top of me and leans back, forcing me deep inside of her, and then starts moving quickly. Her tits bounce up and down as she slams down on me repeatedly. I reach for one of them, stroke it, and moan as the moment captures me, the pressure builds, and I explode.

“Oh, fuck! Yeah!” I grab her hip with my free hand and hold her down as I come deep inside of her, then drop back against the dusty floor of the loft.

When I open my eyes and look at her, she’s still leaning back but now has a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

She’s so incredibly beautiful; it brings tears to my eyes. I reach up and pull her down to me so she doesn’t notice them. I hold her to my chest as my breathing slows, angling my hips slightly so I don’t fall out of her. I want to stay right where I am. I still can’t shake the feeling that something horrible is going to happen on this mission. I can’t define it, but the sensation is there.

“Are you sure I need this drug?” I ask. I already know the answer, but I want there to be another solution.

“I’m sure,” Riley says. “If there were another way, we’d be exploring it. Maybe someday, if we can redesign how your implants work with the rest of your system, we can make changes, but that could take years.”

“Maybe if I just keep my dick inside of you all the time, I wouldn’t need the drugs at all.”

“I wish that were true!” Riley laughs. “Seems a little impractical, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” I say with a shrug. “Maybe not.”





Chapter 26


The night air is chilled by the earlier rain as we abandon our vehicles and make our way into Mills territory on foot. There’s no wall here and no guards. The area is boggy and difficult to traverse on foot, and there is no military advantage to the area.

“How much farther?” Riley asks.

“Not far,” I tell her. I try to step carefully so I don’t get my shoes stuck in the muck. “We just need to get around this area and over by those trees. We should be able to see Marra from there.”

Ten minutes later, we’re over the hill and heading for the outskirts of the small town, making our way to a house on the west side. It’s a ranch-style house normally occupied by Elissa Garden, one of the intelligence agents for the Carson Alliance, but she isn’t there to meet us.

“I thought we she was going to be here,” I say to one of the soldiers.

“That was what I was told, but clearly she isn’t.” He shrugs and uses a keycard provided by Spat to open the back door, and we all move inside. “She may have been called away. I’ll find out.”

Inside, the house doesn’t look like a house at all. It’s much bigger than one would expect looking at the front of it. It’s rectangular and goes back almost to the wooded area behind the property. All the rooms have been gutted, and the house is divided into three areas, each of which is blocked by a thick metal door.

The house is empty of people, but the front room is full of all kinds of surveillance equipment. The soldiers activate some of it, and a map of the area is displayed.

“If anyone with a tracking device comes into the area, we’ll know.”

“All the military should have one,” Riley says. “We’ll be fine here, Galen.”

“How long will it take you to reach Milton?” one of the soldiers asks me.

“Four hours,” I tell him. “I’ve got the route plotted. As long as there aren’t any delays, I should get there long before Mills Pharmco opens for the day.”