Page 51 of Striker
But she’d assured them she was safe and would fly home soon.
Now she needed to call Sandy. Her neighbor was probably sick with worry. The line rang twice.
“Hello?”
“Sandy, it’s me, Molly.”
“Molly! Oh my god. What happened? Where are you?”
“I’m so sorry. I-I was kidnapped two weeks ago. I’m safe now, but not home.”
Sandy immediately started crying. Molly spent several minutes reassuring her and trying to hide the sordid details of what’d happened.
“I got so worried when I saw you on the news. I followed all the media releases about your disappearance, and I learned you’d been found. I went by your place this morning, but you weren’t home.”
“I was home for a little while yesterday, but, uh, it became clear I wasn’t safe there. For now, anyway. I hope to be home soon and we’ll visit.”
She told her friend she’d popped by to check on the cat, leaving out the part about being attacked in her apartment. She promised to tell her everything when they could sit down with a cup of tea.
Molly disconnected after agreeing to meet in a few days after her friend’s next trip. Will things be better then? she wondered. Will it ever be safe for me to walk around freely?
It was hard to imagine what life would look like in the future, hell even the near future. She’d likely return home as soon as it was safe to do so, but all that thought did was ball her stomach into nerves at the idea of being away from Atlas.
A knock sounded at the door and her gut clenched. She didn’t want him to leave so soon. “Come in.”
Atlas walked in, shutting the door behind him. “How are you making out?”
“Good. I spoke to my parents and my neighbor, Sandy. It was nice to reassure them a bit that I’m okay.”
She remained on her stomach and Atlas stretched out next to her. His warm hand rested on her back. “I’m glad.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Not for a bit. We’re ordering pizza first. We sent Reaper to stake out the warehouse, though.”
“Ah, well, I guess I have you to myself for a little while longer,” she purred.
His hand swept beneath her waistband and gripped her ass.
Heat pooled in her belly. “Atlas. Your friends are in the next room.”
“I know,” he whispered. “They can’t see through walls.”
She chuckled and rolled onto her back so she could see him more easily. His hand traveled with her, sweeping around her hip to rest inches from the warm place between her legs.
His eyes darkened with primal need, and he wet his bottom lip with his tongue. “I want you, Molly.”
She squirmed as his fingers traveled south. Need sent waves of electricity through her bloodstream. “Atlas,” she said, this time with less reproach.
He moved his hand inside her panties, melting the rest of her resistance. He touched her sex and she bit back a moan.
Her legs dropped open. “Is that door locked?” Her throat constricted around the question.
He eased one finger inside her. “Yes.” He lowered his head and took her mouth in his.
She dragged her hand up his bicep and over his shoulder to cup the back of his neck. His tongue darted into her mouth, imitating the act he’d committed between her legs last night. The image shot through her mind as he sank two fingers into her.
“Mmm,” she cried out, the sound muffled against his lips.
