Page 24 of Obey

“You won’t do her any good if you don’t have pieces of yourself left to give, or if you make stupid, sloppy moves, son,” I said, repeating what Remy had told me earlier. I’d been on the verge of giving some really stupid commands to some of my men and he’d pulled me to the side and stopped me. Told me I was getting sloppy because I was in too big a hurry and that I needed to take a moment.

I’d nearly punched him for it, but that hadn’t made him wrong. The truth was, some part of me had known it already, but I’d been pushing that part to the side as I fought to get through the work I needed to do in half the time I should have given myself.

I wanted Saraya back, and that want was so deep, so driving, that it had taken on a life of its own.

But I wasn’t going to get her back if I threw my men away trying to do it too quickly. For now, at least, I had to trust that she was finding a way to take care of herself—or had someone there watching after her—and count on Frank’s spy to be telling the truth. The spy had said she was alive and wasn’t in any immediate danger.

And for right now, when we were in the middle of so many negotiations and working so hard to make sure we had the men we needed, that was going to have to be enough.

I closed my eyes, breathed out, and forced myself to relax every muscle in my body, one at a time, until I felt sleep rising up and coming for me.

I TURNED ON MY SIDE and felt her in front of me, her tiny, warm body so hot that she might have been on fire. She turned her face up to me and kissed me softly, her lips soft and pliant in her sleep.

And damn, it did something to me. Fire shot through me at that sweet touch, every nerve ending coming suddenly to life at the knowledge that she was right there with me. Saraya, in my bed, her lush, curvy body pressed against mine. My arms went around her, gathering her to me, and I deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth and exploring her like she belonged to me and I could do whatever I wanted.

Because she did belong to me. Just like I belonged to her. Had belonged to her right from the start, when she’d landed in the dust at my feet and looked up at me, half terror and half hope, her eyes begging for my help.

She’d reached right into my heart and sunk her fingers into it, twining me around her, and I hadn’t been able to unwrap myself from her ever since.

I didn’t want to unwrap myself from her. I wanted to stay here, wrapped up in her, for the rest of my life.

I grabbed onto her and rolled, lifting her up onto my body as I came to rest on my back, and tangled my hands up in her curls. She drew back just enough to lighten the kiss, and I could feel a smile on her own lips. I could hear the sound of the laughter in her breath, and I knew that if she’d opened her eyes right now, I’d see them sparkling with excitement.

Sparkling with the sense of life she always had. With that feeling that she somehow had more... something more than normal people.

I groaned at the thought, wanting her even more now that she was trying to pull back, and pressed my hands on her back, forcing her back down on me.

She came willingly, resting her weight on me and letting the kiss grow deep again, and within seconds she was rocking her hips, giving me the friction I wanted. I was so hard it was nearly painful, and the thought that there were only two layers of clothes between us drove me wild. I wanted the clothes gone. I wanted to be sunk so deep inside her that I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

And just like that, our clothes were gone and I was sliding into her, the head of my cock moving upward and entering her warm heat. I screamed, the reward so sudden, so unexpected, that it nearly stopped my heart, but I didn’t pull back.

Instead, I drove up into her again and again, while she sat on my lap and threw her head back, crying my name with every thrust and riding me harder and harder, until we were both on the edge of something so deep, so important, that we—

I woke, gasping and covered in sweat, and found myself alone in my bed, the darkness of night curled around me instead of Saraya. I was in my room, I remembered. I’d taken a nap and now it was... I turned to glance at my clock and saw that it was midnight.

The witching hour.

I’d been dreaming about Saraya, not actually feeling her, though I could swear I could still smell her in the air around me. Still feel the touch of her skin on mine, the wet heat of her around my cock.

My hard, aching cock.

I reached down, ran my fingers over the head, and jerked at the contact. Fuck, I was so close to coming already, the dream having almost completely undone me.

Just the thought of her was enough to take me right to the brink. Having her in the flesh would have driven me over the edge in seconds flat.

I slid my palm down the length of my cock, bit my lip, and wrapped my fingers around myself. And then I closed my eyes, remembered how she’d looked rearing up above me, her hips grinding against mine as she took me deeper and deeper, and I started to stroke.

Saraya might not be here in the flesh. But she was in my mind, the feel of me still filling her, and if this was the closest I could get to having her right now, I’d take it.

I LET THE WATER CASCADE down my back and stroked harder and harder, reveling in the heat of the water and the pressure building in my cock. I missed Saraya. I missed her like missing oxygen, like missing the sunshine, and I didn’t know how much longer I could stand being away from her.

I wanted to go get her, I realized. I wanted to ride to the safe house where she was, thunder in, and grab her. I wanted her home.

And maybe... Maybe I could. Maybe I could go tomorrow. Just grab her and come home, and then let things play out the way they inevitably would.

It would mean taking control and having her home, and that might be worth everything that came afterward. Even if I died in a hail of gunfire. I didn’t know if I could stand the thought of her being in Devil’s clutches anymore.

I wanted her home and safe, even if I wasn’t here to see it.