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Flick arched up into her hand at the same moment he took his own erection in hand. Pulling her knees higher she whimpered at the glory her revelation filled her with. Rushe came forward on his kne
es, which ended up under her ass. As she increased her stroke so did he, she played with one of her breasts and his own hand snatched the other.

Flick
sighed out his name and pushed up bringing her clit to her hand she fell through the precipice of orgasm, and at the same time she cried out he roared, and blazing jets of his milky semen streamed from her pubis to her cleavage.

Both p
anted from their own release, Rushe examined his ejaculate on her skin until he found her eyes. Flick smiled and was about to quip when he spoke.

‘You’re mine for as long as I want you,’ he said
, but he delivered the line so coldly she frowned. ‘But when I’m done with you they get you. You’re not getting out of this.’

‘But yesterday,’ she said but he left the bed.

‘You missed your chance.’ Flick propped up on her elbows. ‘Stay. I want you exactly where I left you. Consider my spunk your leash. Leave it exactly where it is.’

‘Rushe,’ she said when he went for the door.

‘You’re not the first, Kitten,’ he said. ‘You won’t be the last either.’

He slammed out as he alway
s did, and she lay back down. Flick hadn’t considered that he could’ve played this sequence with other women.

Rushe got a
kick from her giving in to him. That was where his desire for consensus came from. The other hooligans here wanted the power and control of forcing themselves on a woman. But Rushe wanted a woman to willingly submit.

When he was finished with her
, what would he do? Would he let her walk away? Rushe certainly wouldn’t follow her. But would he trust her not to speak to police about him and the others in the gang?

Flick trusted Rushe
not to hurt her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t walk away. If he was finished and ready to move on, all Rushe had to do was tell Skeeve he was done and leave. Flick would be alone.

Trusting Rushe
would make or break her; it was the difference between living and dying. Sometimes he was cold, other times she feared his capability, but rough sex and dirty talk did not a criminal make. Until she knew what was going on here Flick would have no way to judge what the outcome could be.

So far sh
e’d been the only one in the shack to commit a serious criminal offence – other than the guys kidnapping her in the first place. But who was Victor? Why was there going to be a body count? Who had a week, and for what? And just who really was Rushe?

 

 

When Rushe
came back into the bedroom a while later his face was just as grumpy; but she was where he’d left her. This was as much because Flick had nothing better to do than to lounge here and wait for him to return.

‘Is Rushe your first name or your last name?’ she asked
, dropping her hands onto her breasts.

‘What?’

‘It’s an unusual name and—‘

‘You writing a book?’

‘No, I just wondered if—‘


Don’t,’ he said. ‘Do yourself a favour, don’t try to get into my head. Get in the shower.’

Flick stretched and yawned then got to her feet. ‘Everyone comes from somewhere,’ she said. ‘Even if a lot of us would rather forget that place.’

Rushe grabbed her arm, halting her progress. Whether he wanted to ask about her past or to give out some of his own history Flick didn’t know. But there were words on his lips that he didn’t share.

‘Get washed,’ he said and pushed her toward the door with a towel.

 

 

Rushe didn’t stay in the bathroom today. When Flick emerged he was sitting in one of the armchairs watching the door, but he turned away when she caught him staring.

In the bedroom
, she noticed one of the heavy armchairs was now in the already confined space, making it feel much smaller. Thinking little of the change Flick towel dried her hair.

Pulling on a sundress Rushe had
bought her at the same time as the jeans, Flick knew she wouldn’t be going outdoors today. The storm had raged through the night. All morning she’d heard the rain battering the roof. The ground would be beyond saturated; it would be a swamp out there. Flick wondered how long these downpours usually lasted.

The
bedroom door opened and she flipped her head back to ask. ‘How—’ The question died on her lips. ‘What’s wrong?’

Rushe
might have looked the same by all outward appearances but she read him in a second.

‘We have to leave today,’ Rushe said.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Not us,’ he said. ‘Me and the guys.’

‘Are you coming back?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But I don’t know when. We’ve got a meeting and then we’re pairing off,
Glen’s with me and Skeeve has the Kid.’

‘Ok,’ she said with a dozen questions flying through her mind. ‘
Unless you have a pair of rain boots, some waders, and a back pack in those jeans, I’ll have to wait for you to come back.’

‘It’s not as easy as that,’ Rushe said. ‘I told you to leave yesterday for a reason.’

‘To protect me from Shiv, I know.’ He didn’t play with her intelligence by denying that fact.

‘We could be a couple of days, and I don’t know which of us will come back first.’

‘So I could be left alone with Skeeve,’ she said. ‘That’s ok, I shot a guy.’

‘Except the gun is coming with me.’

‘Sure, it would be hard to threaten people without one,’ she said, then read from his expression how annoyed he was with her eavesdropping. ‘Sorry.’


Skeeve’s not going to touch you.’

‘Yeah, because he’s a coward,’ she said. ‘He talks the talk in front of his buddies but on his own he’s chicken.’

‘That’s observant of you. What is it you do when you’re not being held captive?’

‘I’m a kickboxing instructor.’

‘Really?’ he asked with a disbelieving look.

‘No,’ she said. ‘But I had you there for a second.’

‘Half of one maybe, I’ve seen how you defend yourself.’

‘I’m a res
earch assistant at the National Library.’

‘A book worm,’ he said, whether that was meant as a compliment or an insult Flick wasn’t sure.

‘Can I come with you?’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘You don’t want to get yourself mixed up in my world.
Skeeve’s already told our boss about you, he’s curious enough for my liking. I’m not going to present you on a plate.’

Something about the last statement
wasn’t meant for Flick’s ears but Rushe hid his carelessness well.

‘Stay here until I come back,’ he said.

‘Ok.’

‘The
Kid’s a perv but he won’t threaten you. Skeeve talks a good fight but if they get back before I do, don’t wait to feel threatened, get in here, and bar the armchair against the door, wedge it against the end of the bed. Skeeve has no strength, and the Kid’s a weed, so the barrier will keep you safe. I’ve made sure there’s enough water under the bed to keep you going until I get back.’

‘Rushe,’ she said. ‘Whatever it is you’re going to do... is it dangerous?’

‘Yes,’ he said, again not quarrelling with her intelligence.

‘I know you have an agenda, and you’re using me,’ she said because he had
said it. But she sensed something bubbling under the surface. ‘I don’t know about anything you do but...’

‘But?’

‘Wouldn‘t you rather stay here and screw me silly than go out there and possibly get yourself hurt... or worse.’

‘I can get pussy anywhere.’

And that shut her up in an instant because he was right. ‘I didn’t mean to imply that mine was special to you,’ she said. ‘I meant wasn’t it preferable to getting hurt... in general.’

‘I’m not the one who’ll be getting hurt,’ he said and she saw that sneer again.

‘Have you killed people?’

‘What’s
the matter, Kitten? You wondering about the guy you’ve had in your bed?’

‘I don’t care what you’ve done,’ she said. ‘I don’t care about what you’re going to do. I don’t know anything about you, how can I judge what I don’t know?’

‘But you want to know if I’m capable?’

‘I know you’re capable,’ she said. ‘I think you’re capable of anything.’

‘Is this where you convince yourself that I’m a saint? What I am doesn’t matter,’ he said slowly coming toward her. ‘Neither does what I’m not.’

‘What does matter?’

Rushe stopped in front of her. ‘You’re not getting out of this alive.’

Flick
maintained eye contact. ‘I can be wily.’

‘I told you this morning this wasn’t a game,
you have to take this situation seriously.’

So tha
t’s what he’d been trying to do, him and his forethought. Rushe did nothing to suit immediate needs; everything he did was in deference to what was to come. Not what was but what would be.

Touching his tee-shirt cove
red abs with her fingertips startled him. Causing his discomfort did not deter her; actually, it spurred Flick on. Letting her hands slide around him Flick kept going until her hands met and her cheek rested on his torso.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

‘I’m holding you.’

‘Why?’

‘If I’m going to die soon my motives shouldn’t matter,’ she said, deliberately keeping the smile out of her voice.

‘You have an agenda.
If you think sweetening me up—‘

‘You saved my life already,’ she said. ‘What matters is now, this minute. Someone could walk in and put a bullet in either of us at any second. But right now we have this, doesn’t this feel nice?’

‘Nice?’ he said as though she’d just asked him to eat shit. Rushe forced her shoulders back to push her body away from his. ‘You think I’m your sissy little boyfriend? I’m not gonna hold you. I don’t care how you feel about anything, and you sure don’t have anything to offer me.’

Flick wasn’t discouraged when he pushed her away
. After they’d shared something personal, he always did it. Not just after physical intimacy, but when a connection began to be forged between them. When he sensed that she cared, or thought his own care for her was showing, Rushe hurried to put up a wall. Moving closer, Flick kept her eyes on his when she began to pop open the buttons of his jeans.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘What you told me I could do any time I wanted to,’ she said sliding her hand into his jeans to grasp his member that shot to steel in her grip. ‘You might not like me very much but he does. You told me that you don’t know when you’ll be back, and I’m going to miss him.’

‘Why do you refer to my dick in the third person?’

‘You don’t like it if I’m nice to you, and you don’t like being nice to me. So I’ll be nice to your dick, he seems to like me.’

Three hard knocks hit their door. ‘Move it!’

‘Yeah,’ Rushe shouted and shifted out of her reach while tucking himself away. ‘She’s sending me out the door with this,’ he mumbled to himself.

‘We could be quick,’ she said tr
ying to mosey closer but he clasped her shoulders to hold Flick at arm’s length.

‘I’ve killed me
n,’ he said. ‘I’ve gutted them and watched them die slow. Why don’t you fear me?’

Obviously,
he was getting to the end of his wick. Flick dipped in to slide her hands into his front jeans pockets.

‘There’s more to you than that,’ she said.

‘How do you know?’

‘Because I do.’

‘Whatever,’ he said, turning his back on her. ‘Stay.’

‘Rushe,’ she said when he got to the door. ‘Kiss me
goodbye.’

‘What?’

Their bedroom exploits were passionate, but since their first time together he hadn’t kissed her mouth and with no explanation as to why.

‘By your reckoning I’m going to die soon,’ she said. ‘Consider it my last request.’

‘Not a chance. I’ll get back to fucking you soon enough, and I’ll fuck that sweet little mouth of yours too.’

This time when he slammed out she jumped. He’d told
her that he’d be back but as Flick listened to the men pile out and the truck trundle away through the slopping mud, something in her prickled. Her sixth sense knew something was about to change, but she didn’t know what, or if it would be positive. If only she’d had the power to see twenty-four hours ahead.

 

 

A
ctually, slightly more than twenty-four hours had passed when Flick heard the squelch of tyres on mud and the rumble of an engine returning. Closing the mystery novel – she’d found a pile of them in the box that held up the television – Flick craned to hear the vehicle’s progress.

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