“A small cell?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded, panicking, waiting to hear his plan. Would he want to try to escape, like Linette?
“It’s probably the same people they took the kids from,” he said, his jaw locking.
“What should we do?”
“It’s not enough time to plan an escape.” He raked a hand through his hair. “You said the guards are gone?”
“Yes.”
“Then all we can do is make the most of the break.”
What? His eyes burned into me as understanding hit and I flushed.
I held a palm out. “That is not a good idea. W-we don’t have time.”
He prowled one step closer. “I don’t need much time.”
“Tater,” I said, shaking with anticipation. “We’re not supposed to touch.” I sounded lame, even to my own ears.
“You don’t want me to touch you, Remy?”
I let my palm fall.
Tater’s hand came around the back of my head and he kissed me, shocking me with the force of it. My entire body reacted, as if I’d been touched by a live wire. He pressed me back against the side of the cart, the wheel cover digging into my back. I surprised my own self by grasping him around the shoulders with all of my strength and lifting up onto the step, wrapping my legs around his waist.
We didn’t waste any time. Tater panted now, too, as he yanked his pants open, and pushed my panties aside. We were so hungry, so desperate. I pulled him into me, pressing his backside with my heels and moaning into his mouth.
He murmured a stream of curses against my lips as we moved together, fast, then faster. I wished there were no clothes between us, but feeling the power of his hands on my hips, his tender mouth working mine, the entire length of him deep inside of me, was overload on my senses.
I came in tiny, powerful blasts, trying desperately to stay quiet. My arms and legs gripped him, and his face came down to my shoulder as he throbbed inside of me, gasping for breath. And when we were finished, we didn’t stop. He continued to move his hips, slower now, never pulling out, until he was fully hard again and I grinded my hips to his, desperate for every single sensation.
“Don’t stop, Tater.” I moaned and chanted his name as my body shuddered around him again. He nipped my neck and earlobe, pressing me hard against the cart as he pumped into me hard all over again, driving us both over the edge.
We remained like that, trembling against the cart until we caught our breath, and our senses returned.
“Tater, oh, my God.” So much for not needing much time. I pushed away and straightened my dress, still feeling breathless.
Tater redid his pants, his usual frown returning.
I looked up at him with the sudden urge to cry. “That can never happen again!”
“Rem.” He reached for my face, but I pulled away, running, angry at myself for putting us in danger and making our already-messed-up relationship even more complex.
I ran through the corn fields with Tater close behind. It wasn’t until we neared the barns that I sensed something was off. It felt too quiet. I saw a mass of people standing there, staring toward the gates. When Tater and I jogged out to join them, my heart stuttered and nearly failed.
The Senator stood at the gate with all of our guards. His eyes flickered over to me at the back, then to Tater. Every drop of blood drained from my face. My hands prickled as an ominous feeling invaded. I caught Linette’s panicked eyes for one second before she turned back to the Senator.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “There is nothing to fear. You are all safe. The skirmish was short-lived. You may resume work for the remainder of the day.”
I didn’t dare look at Tater again as he turned and disappeared back into the fields, but I took the time to quickly smooth down my hair and dress as I was temporarily lost in the crowd. I heard Linette hiss as she passed me, “Go see him, you fucking idiot!”
Yeah, thanks for that.
I walked toward the gate, shaking inside.
The Senator was not smiling, but I forced myself to keep walking. I stopped even further from him than usual. Could he sense what had happened? Was I wearing the glow of a woman who’d just been blissed out twice by a man? I would have given anything not to be standing before him right now.
