Catching sight of Rachel behind her partner, though, Lorelei focused on her true goals. Pleasant as Bridger was, she had greater lovers to be with.
“Give in to this,” she hissed into Bridger’s ear. She leaned forward, eagerly crushing her body against his. Her hips kept moving, masterfully crushing his self-control. “We haven’t much time. Give in to me. Let go.”
“Why… why rush?” he asked.
“We can’t get caught,” Lorelei reminded him. She fixed him with a wicked smile. “If we are caught, we can’t do this again.”
Bridger liked the sound of that. “I feel like I could go any moment.”
“Then let it happen,” she encouraged him.
“But… you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m not like other women. I will be satisfied. Give in to your urges, Douglas. Give in to your lusts. Give in.”
He didn’t need the extra encouragement, but it brought out his basest desires just the same. Bridger claimed her hips again with his hands and moved them in tune with his most selfish needs. His breath grew louder as orgasm drew near. Bridger’s eyes opened to the sight of the most beautiful woman he’d ever met swept away by passion. He’d wanted her ever since he first looked at her. Anyone would, he thought. Now he had her in his lap, at his mercy and loving it.
Carnal joys brought him past the point of no return before he knew it. Bridger watched as Lorelei came in the same moment as his glorious release. They shared a long, passionate climax that forced his eyes shut once more.
The rush subsided. His body began to relax. His eyes fluttered open once more. His eyes drank in the sight of Lorelei’s mostly naked body. She rolled her shoulders as if to work out a kink. He felt her tense against him.
With a rippling sound of snapping metal, Lorelei pulled her arms apart. Links from each set of handcuffs went flying through the air behind her. Bridger’s eyes went wide as her hands swiftly wrapped around his head. Her lips came down onto his for one last deep, forceful kiss that stole his breath away.
“Relax. Rest. Sleep.” She stroked his cheek soothingly. “You were great.”
Bridger slumped in his seat. Lorelei stepped around him to come face to face with the lover who stood behind him. “Sssoooo,” Rachel managed. “Need an after-fuck drink? Vodka martini, shaken, not stirred?”
She shook her head, taking hold of the angel’s hands. “Thank you.”
“Thank… me?” Rachel blinked. “For what?”
“For understanding. For trusting me. For accepting me for what I am.”
“I’m not the one we need to worry about here.”
“No,” Lorelei agreed. “You are not.” She turned to get back to business. Rachel tugged on her hands.
“You are gonna make it up to me later, though, right?”
* * *
“Coffee run,” muttered Keeley.
“Another one?” asked the guard.
“I know,” the agent grumbled back, “I’m turnin’ into a native. Want any? Gotta be tough sitting here in the dark like this.”
The guard station was just inside the first hallway intersection near the side entrance. Frank had a large, old wooden desk to sit at, but his only light came from the laptop that showed the security cameras ringing the building. The sub-machinegun on the desk and Frank’s body armor would likely provide a good visual deterrent to any trouble, but he wasn’t there for deterrence. “Nah. Caffeine will just keep me up all night after my watch is over. I’m good.”
Keeley snorted. “Suit yourself. It’s the only way I ever got through stakeouts.”
“Doesn’t that leave you peeing in a bottle in your car all night?” the guard asked as Keeley walked away.
“Nice. Thanks for reminding me of all those good times.” He waited for Frank to buzz the newly-installed security lock on the old, heavy door, then stepped outside.
Nighttime in November was cold, wet and extra dark. Keeley understood why Amber moved away. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed to the parking lot at the building across the road from his own. All he heard was his feet sloshing through wet grass left to grow wild.
The figures stalking him from three different directions never made a sound.
Keeley walked to his car with a heavy heart. He wondered if he was about to end his friend’s career. Either way, this would surely damage that friendship. Hauser was gruff, direct and often unsympathetic, but Keeley knew his boss was also a dedicated agent and a good man. He’d just lost perspective. It happened in the job sometimes. That was why the system had so many checks and balances.
Arriving at his car, he found himself face to face with a pretty Latina in dark jeans and a leather jacket. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. Her icy blue eyes stared into his. “Hey there,” she said with a cool, friendly smile. “I’m a little lost. Can you help me?”
His eyes threatened to close, but he managed to keep them open. Even so, Keeley’s vision blurred around the edges. As if in a dream he knew would turn to terror at any moment, Keeley felt his chest constrict and his shoulders tense. In the back of his mind, he knew he should cry out, but he couldn’t. He wanted to snap out of his reverie, wanted to flee or seize the situation, but his body wouldn’t respond. He couldn’t look away from her hypnotic eyes.
“What’re… what’re you doing out here?” he managed. His voice seemed just as weak as his muscles.
Other shapes moved at the edges of his vision. Human shapes. Humans and… dogs? Big dogs. Huge ones.
“Looking for a friend. I like you, though. Will you be my friend?”
Someone stepped up behind him. Firm hands took hold of his arms. The Latina moved in close, intimately sliding her hands up his chest. Keeley wanted to object, but his mouth wouldn’t work. She brought her fingertips to his cheeks, then turned and tilted his head. Just like whoever held him from behind, she seemed surprisingly strong. Her body pressed up against his as she put her lips against his neck.
He felt the bite. Felt her drain him. Wanted to resist, wanted to fight back, but he couldn’t. The sensation felt so good it frightened him, and left him hating himself for even feeling that. His breath came out in short, shallow gasps as she took and took and took.
“Not too much, Rosario,” someone counseled. “Just enough to break him in.”
“We could try the other way,” growled the man holding Keeley in place.
“I’ll take it under advisement.”
“Don’t test me, Wentworth. They have my brother.”
“And we will resolve that,” said the calmer and wiser voice.
“Nuh… not gonna… no,” Keeley gasped as the kiss pulled away from his neck. Already his clouded mind longed for more. “No, don’t… no…”
“You can have more if you want it,” said Rosario as she stroked his face, “but you have to help me and my friends. Look at me, baby. Don’t resist. What’s your name?”
“Paul. My name’s Paul.”
“Hello, Paul. You’re going to be mine from now on, okay? You’re going to be mine and you’re going to help me along tonight.”
Paul’s shoulders slackened. He felt lightheaded and confused. He asked, trying to make his objection plain in his tone, “How… what do you want me to do?”
“You see, Unferth?” asked Wentworth. “She’s a natural. Cornelius chose well.”
“What’s this?” Rosario asked, pulling the gun from Keeley’s shoulder holster. She patted around his pockets, found his wallet, opened it and held it out to Wentworth. “Is this what it feels like?” she asked, her eyes still fixated on Keeley’s.
“Damnation,” Wentworth hissed. “This was only a matter of time.”
Keeley heard more dogs approach. Someone walked with them-a woman, he could tell, wearing a long skirt and a coat. It was all he could tell from his peripheral vision. Rosario’s blue eyes still held his focus.
“I’ll not share my kill with the bitch,” Unferth hissed beside Keeley’s ear.