Page 71 of Shattered Souls

“I need to hire a pilot.” She states, reciting the words I fed her right before we left the SUV.

“Well, good thing you found your way here.” He chuckles and extends his hand to her. “Name’s Fred.” Rayvn smiles, and against my wishes, places her hand in the man's.

“I’m Sybil and this is my brother, Cameron.” I glare at her, not liking the name of another man coming from those perfect lips—even if I’ll have to get used to it, considering it’s legally mine as soon as the new papers get here.

“Well, where you looking to go, Sybil? And when do you need to take off?” Fred types away on the small laptop in front of him.

“Europe, I have family I need to get to. I’m not sure where they are, but I can have a solid location before takeoff. And I would need to leave two weeks from today.” He slowly looks back at Rayvn.

“I would need the location to book the pilot.” He’s not buying her story.

“I understand,” A flutter of the lashes ropes the man back in. “And I can pay upfront if needed. My aunt, she’s so ill. I need to make sure I have this booked.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Let me see who we have available.” He returns to the computer, fingers flying on keys. Rayvn looks at me and I give her a reassuring nod, telling her she’s doing amazing.

“Looks like Alfie can do it. I’ll put you down, but we need payment a week prior, no need to pay today.” Rayvn makes prayer hands, pouting her lips out and once more fluttering those long lashes.

“You’re a life saver, Fred. I owe you one.” Fred, who’s now looking at my woman lustfully, slides some paperwork across the desk. I grab a pen and scribble down the contact info for our burner phones.

We make it back into the SUV and Rayvn immediately releases a stressed breath. “I’m not sure I’m cut out for life on the run.” She laughs at the irony of her words.

I throw the car into drive and take us down a dirt road ten miles down the road. My hands are trembling as I put the car in park. “Get in the back of the car.”

“What?” She laughs just to cover her confusion.

“No questions. Just get in the back, Rayvn.” Silently, oh so silently, she slips from her seat, exits the car, and slides into one of the back captain chairs. I inhale deeply, open my door, and embrace the crisp air.

I need her more than I need the air around me.

I open the back door, and she’s sitting there with her hands tightly clenched in her lap, anticipating my next move. I hardly make it into the seat before I’m between the captains chairs with my mouth on hers. She accepts me, spinning in her seat so I’m between those deadly thighs and wrapping her arms around my neck.

Her life essence flows into mine, mingling and dancing around us like it was my life destiny to be with her. To find her and steal her from the world.

How can I explain that to her? That I’m addicted to the way she breathes, the way words form from her lips. That her thoughts are so loud that I can hear each and every one as they race through that pretty little head of hers?

How do you tell someone that they’ve helped you overcome life’s biggest fears, just by existing? She never saw me as a diagnosis, or a murderer, nor did she judge me for my past.

She pushes off of me, feeling my internal monologue churning in my head. “What’s wrong?” She strokes my lip, and I’ve never hated myself more for not speaking. How easy it would be for me to tell her all these things I want to without relying on my hands.

“Nothing,” I sign. “I just need you, Rayvn.” She giggles, and the sound only amplifies my thoughts.

“Then take me, Hayze.” She lifts her ass, shimmying out of her pants, and tossing them to the floor of the car. She leans back in the seat, leaving her ass and pussy out and ready for me.

“Tell me, little scarecrow, do you enjoy seeing me between your thighs?” I dip a finger into the arousal collecting at the base of her pussy, and drag it up to her clit.

“More than anything.” She lifts her hips and I bring my mouth down. She tastes like heaven, a place I never thought I’d get to see, and turns out it’s been between a woman's thighs all along.

I bring my tongue to her entrance, dipping into the pool of honey. She groans and locks her finger into my hair. I absently reach behind me and turn the seat heater on for her, noticing the goosebumps breaking across her thighs. I draw my tongue up towards that bundle of nerves I love to tease.

“Fuck, Hayze.” Yes, scream for me, little scarecrow.

My lips close around her clit, sucking softly on the bud. She bucks up, screaming at the sudden change in pressure. I slide a digit deep inside of her, and she rotates her hips to get me just where she wants me.

“Please,” I nip the bundle of nerves, silently telling her to shush and let me enjoy her. Her soft pants fill the small space of the car as I devour her. I savor her taste, the way she feels against my tongue, the way her walls clench my curled fingers.

I release her from my mouth. Her body sags, but instead of stopping, I press a hand to the small of her stomach and hold her in place. It takes me a second to find the spot that gets her squirming, but once I do, I don’t stop until she’s screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

“Take your shirt off and come here.” I command, pushing my own pants down as I take a seat in the other captain chair. She listens, eyeing my throbbing cock the whole time she sheds her remaining clothes.