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I lower myself to her, kissing her lips hard while continuing to thrust into her. She suddenly clenches and lets out a huge gasp as I feel a wave of juices below. Unrelenting, I continue to fuck her with all of the fervor that is burning within me. It feels like an unquenchable thirst, an aching desire that can’t possibly be fulfilled and it’s something that I can’t possibly express in any other way. I once again grasp her lips with mine, kissing her hungrily as she continues to draw jagged, choppy breaths. Our sweaty bodies cling to one another as I continue to push both of us beyond any reasonable limits.
I hear my phone ringing in the background, but my mind is completely focused on this woman beneath me. The room would need to burst into flames in order to drag me away from her at this point. I can feel my heart, beating within my throat, as I continue to fuck her with all the passion I am feeling inside of me. She moans and begins to kiss me back with equal fervor, now seeming just as hungry and unsatisfied as me. I slip my arms beneath her and cradle her head, staring deeply into her gorgeous blue eyes as I deliver the final strokes that lead us both to a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. She shudders at my release and we both grip each other tightly as wave after wave of sensations pass through our bodies. My God, that was incredible.
Lying in each other’s arms totally spent and completely exhausted, my phone rings again. “Dammit, I have to see who is calling.” I reach over grabbing the side of the tub to pull myself to my feet. I offer a hand to Mandy, helping her up as well. I open the door to the bedroom and grab the phone off the dresser. “Hello?” I answer, not recognizing the number that is displayed on the screen.
“Oh thank God,” a scared, shaky voice replies on the other end of the line. “I’m glad you finally picked up… this is Nolan… Nolan Blake.”
“Nolan, where are you?” I ask, shrugging on a robe. “I thought for sure they had gotten to you too.”
“Well, they almost did,” he confides. “I just spent the last three hours cowering in a garbage dumpster.” I cringe at the thought of spending even a minute inside most of the dumpsters that I have seen.
“What happened?” I ask as Mandy comes up close, hoping to listen in on the conversation.
“Aileen handed me your number, but she was such a basket case that I couldn’t understand why she wanted me to call you. I decided to step outside for a smoke to let her calm down,” he begins to explain. “I was just standing there, minding my own business when this black car starts up just down the street and slowly begins moving in my direction. I instantly knew there was something wrong, so I cut back and began walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I didn’t want to go back inside, because I thought I would endanger Aileen and her mom.”
“Good thinking, so did they start chasing you?” I ask, anxious to hear more.
“Yeah, the headlights came on and they swung the car around. I jumped the neighbor’s fence and ran down the alleyway. I saw their headlights come around the corner, so I jumped a second fence and ran about half a block to the Asian market. I dove into their dumpster and sat there, silent, watching through a crack in the lid. Just my luck, they parked the car right across the street from me and two guys got out and started combing the alleyway,” he tells me, his voice still quivering.
“So they never checked the dumpster?”
“No. A funky looking blond haired guy walked past me though and went into the store. No one actually looked in the dumpster though, probably because it reeks like dead fish,” he adds with a sigh.
“My God, I can’t even imagine,” I reply, shaking my head. “I’ll bet you could use a good shower.”
“Yeah, no shit,” he says lowering his voice. “I’ve got to get out of here though. This place is tiny, there’s no place to hide if they come back.”
“Which one are you at?” I ask, knowing that it will probably be Anthony who will have to retrieve him.
“The one on east fifty ninth,” he whispers. Giving me an uncomfortable feeling, because I know he is in an extremely dangerous situation.
“You are only seven or eight blocks from us,” I tell him trying to sound upbeat. “I’ll send Anthony over to get you. He’ll be driving a brown bulletproof Suburban. You can’t miss it.”
“Okay, this place is closing and the owner is waiting for me to leave, so tell him I’ll be behind the dumpster,” he says softly. “Hopefully I won’t have to crawl into it again. Just tell him to pull up in front of the store and I’ll come to him.”
