“Silas, yes.” Her fingers raked across my scalp before she fisted the stands, holding my head to her chest in a way of telling me she didn’t want me to stop.
A fire started at the base of my spine. I couldn’t hold on much longer. She felt too fucking good.
My hands hooked around her shoulder, my fingers digging a little too much into her perfect flesh. I bucked up into her as she rode me and she began calling out my name to the stars in the sky.
There was something about this moment that I just couldn’t explain. It had nothing to do with the sounds of the night creatures waking. Or the stars and trees that provided the perfect backdrop to this whole thing.
She whispered my name again and it was like I understood what she was saying with just that one word.
I held on for the whole ride, taking in everything about her.
Was this love?
Was I that desperate for this to mean something that I was so quick to call it that?
Was I so hungry to feel something that I was clinging to every little feeling that rose up?
If I looked deep inside myself, I knew that Jessica was the end to it all. The end to a life of living in this numb, sad world that I’d built around myself.
And she was also the beginning.
Her head snapped up and her eyes met mine, shining with a hint of wetness.
Her name tore from my throat in a deep growl as we came together. It was hard not to realize how much of a fuck-up this could be. But that was the thing, it didn’t feel that way at all.
If anything, it felt entirely right.
-29-
Jessica
“Good morning, Miss Fowler. I’m Special Agent Carl Underwood. Thank you for coming in.” The man in the decent suit and tie reached out warmly to shake my hand. “Right this way.”
I followed him through the building and onto an elevator. The moment the doors closed behind us, I felt trapped. There was no way out now. I couldn’t abandon this plan and run off.
The whole ride to the city I kept thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad spending the rest of my life hiding.
But that wasn’t the life I really wanted.
Even if I got to be hidden away with Silas forever. It really didn’t sound all that bad.
Only I couldn’t do that to him. As much as he might not have realize it, he needed his family. And I felt it deep inside that I needed them too.
So I was going to do whatever it took to get over this huge bump in my road.
The agent led me off the elevator and into a room that was much like the one I’d been in at the police station. Only the fluorescent lights seemed brighter here and the walls were crisp white. It didn’t have that grungy, overly used feeling like the other one.
“Take a seat,” he told me softly and I did, noticing that there were already a few folders sitting on the corner of the table. “I’m not familiar with this case but I spent the night going over everything.”
“If it’s not your case then how is it that you can help me?” I asked in a tone that was soft. I really needed some kind of assurance that everything was going to be okay.
“Let’s just say that I had some information that was bigger than this case. And there isn’t much left to do here with Mr. Ramos being dead and all. Unfortunately, he won’t be able to pay for his crimes though.”
He flipped open one of the folders and pulled out a photo.
“Do you know this man?” he asked as he slid the photo across the table in my direction.
I leaned forward and studied the serious man in the photo.
