She was the one to wiggle her pants down enough she could kick them off and then spread her legs for him. Short, golden curls tight to her mound, lithe thighs, and glistening pink goodness.
It was wild and crazy. He pushed her legs so that her knees were bent, her heels on the seat, exposing her to him. He took full advantage, lapping at her, tasting her honeyed sweetness, loving how she panted as he flicked her swollen nub. He groaned when she grabbed his hair and hissed, “Finger me while you lick.”
With pleasure. One finger, two, he made it really tight with three, feeling her clench around him, her hips bouncing a bit in time to the strokes of his tongue. The spasm as she came had him moaning.
She rode his hand, her climax an ongoing ripple that had her gasping, “Yes, yes, now fuck me.”
Oh, hell yes, he wanted to fuck her. He rose on his knees, unbuckled his pants. His hard dick sprang forward, ready to bury itself, when there was a knock.
He ignored it and rubbed the tip of his dick against her.
But she wasn’t eying him with passion anymore. Instead, she eyed the door.
The handle to their locked compartment rattled.
What the fuck? He stood and tucked himself back in as she scrambled into her pants. There was a thud against the door.
“Someone’s trying to get in.” He couldn’t help his incredulous note.
“Guess we were followed after all.”
“What do we do?” Because their options seemed limited to two things—hope they didn’t break open the door, or take them out first. He rummaged in his knapsack for a knife, whereas Nora slung her satchel on and stood by the window.
Thump.
“Why the fuck are they still chasing us?” he muttered.
“Get your stuff together. We’re leaving.”
A good idea. He stuffed his coat into the knapsack and put on his shoes. Only to then wonder where they were going. The train was still moving. To exit they’d have to get past the person knocking.
Thud.
The train slowed, and he swayed on his feet. They must be hitting a curve.
“This is where we get off,” Nora announced.
He would have questioned, but she smashed the window. Like literally took it out. The cabin filled with a cold, brisk wind as the train kept hurtling down the tracks.
“We can’t jump off,” he yelled even as the door rattled some more.
“You got a better idea?” Nora stood framed by the window.
Outside it was dark, meaning he could only imagine the countryside flying by. He felt the chill bite of the air and wondered if he was insane.
And then remembered that, according to the doctors, he was.
“Any advice on not dying?” he asked as he heaved himself from the door and dove for the window.
“Tuck and roll.”
Chapter Eleven
Being a cat, Nora landed on two feet with a run that slowed. While her human partner hit the ground with his shoulder and then tumbled before stopping face first on the ground.
“Ugh,” his clumsy carcass groaned.
“You’re alive!” she declared in case he wasn’t sure.
“Why can’t I have a normal life?” Peter rolled onto his back then heaved to his knees. “Fuck me, I am getting too old for this. Let’s move before they come after us.”
“Good news. No one’s following.”
“While I like your optimism, they probably jumped too.” He grimaced as he rolled his joints, and she hoped he’d not busted his newly fixed ribs.
“I didn’t pay him enough to do that.” The truth slipped out.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Peter. “Wait a second. What do you mean ‘pay’?”
“Well, I had a feeling you might balk at the whole jumping off a train at night thing, so I hired some incentive.”
“You faked an attack to get me to leap? You’re fucking crazy,” he yelled. “I could have died. Or broken something.”
“But didn’t. I chose the spot where the train always slows for a curve, and look, soft, sandy landing.” She nudged the ground with her shoe.
“Soft for who?” was his incredulous reply.
“I didn’t have any problem.” The surefire thing to rile a man’s pride.
“Because I swear, you’re part cat.”
“Fifty-fifty at least,” she said, knowing he’d think she jested.
He brushed himself off. “You should have just told me your plan instead of lying about it.”
“Don’t be so grouchy. I get it, you’re feeling a little blue balled. Not my fault you have the worst timing when it comes to making a move on me. I mean, five minutes sooner and we would have been done. Heck, depending on your speed, it might have been less.”
“I— Fuck! You… Jeezus. Goddamn.” He kept muttering as he stalked away from her.
“Don’t be mad,” she called after him.
“I’m not mad.”
“Would you feel better if we had sex right now?” she offered and was ready to strip down if needed to help him vent his frustration.
“No.”
“Now that’s a lie,” she stated as she caught up. “We both know coming feels good.”
“Maybe I don’t want to come with you.”
“Who else you going to come for? Hunh?” Oops. A little jealousy spilled out.
“My hand if that’s all that’s available.” He kept stomping.
She followed, letting him work off his anger. Maybe she shouldn’t have hidden her plan from him and instead treated him like an equal. Problem being they weren’t equal. She could literally break him in half. She might also have to kill him if he posed a threat to the Pride.
Mate him.
Her damned feline had one solution to fix it all. The one thing she wouldn’t do. Get tied down. Ugh. No. Never.
As they went over their first hump of sand, the starlight and moon gave them enough illumination to see the dunes, but no water. “Since you seem to be marching with purpose, I assume you know where you’re going,” Nora hollered.
“Nope. And neither did the hero.” Whose name she’d yet to actually discover. Probably something unpronounceable.
“There was water in the picture. Maybe we should look for that.”
“What if the climate shift or another natural event wiped it out?” He cast her a glance. “I’ve been studying the maps. Trying to find a way the route makes any sense. But the dunes don’t connect to ice. and the ice isn’t touching the volcanoes.”
“Does the journey have to make sense?”
“Yes, because it doesn’t take him weeks to travel to them all.”
“Maybe he had a fast horse.”
“And we’re wandering around on foot.” He paused and eyed her, hands on his hips. Lips pinched. Frame taut with anger. “What were you thinking exactly when you decided we should leap out into the wild unknown with hardly any supplies?”
“That we would find a mouse and follow it.”
He stared at her. Said nothing for a second. Just stared.
“What? It’s in the book.”
“Any mouse is probably long dead.”
“Unless it can live eternally or have children passing on the torch.” She had a reply for everything.