I glanced between them, my neck crooked up to do so. What in the hell were they talking about?
Mark must’ve seen my look of confusion because he scrubbed his hand across his jaw and said, “Sometimes people with claustrophobia need to run off their excess energy when they get free. He might need a few hours out in the woods, but he’ll be okay.”
Huh. I never heard of running off claustrophobia but whatever. Maybe it made sense to get up into the mountains where there was a lot of space, a lot of distance from the jail cell he’d just been in. Away from everything… but me.
He needed to get away from everything that triggered his PTSD. A cabin in the woods sounded nice.
“Okay, well, I parked the van over there.” I pointed further down the line of cars, and we walked that way.
“There’s plenty of food up there. I’m dropping a pin with the address, and I’ll text you the key code information,” Mark said to Roy as we stopped in front of the van.
Roy’s eyes still seemed glazed, so I thanked Mark.
“I’ll be in touch about the Lazano situation,” he promised then held up the thumb drive. “With this, we should have what we need to get an arrest warrant for Lazano. I’ve got the judge on speed dial, and everyone’s itching to get this case closed and the fucker behind bars. It should take a few hours. Hopefully.”
“You can bother a judge at this time of night? On the weekend?” I wondered. I wanted the man arrested as much as Mark.
The agent grinned. “With your new evidence? He won’t mind for this case. Lie low together. This should be over soon.”
“Thanks again.” I gave Mark a smile. “For everything.”
“Other way around. It’s you I have to thank. Without you, we wouldn’t have what we needed to bring him down.” He glanced at Roy then back to me. “Call me if you need anything. Ah…there are wolves up there around the cabin, but they’re friendly. Don’t be scared if you see one, okay?”
Wolves? Friendly?
“Um, okay. Sure,” I said, not sure what to answer.
Mark nodded then walked off with purpose.
“You okay?” I asked, turning to face Roy and setting my hand on his chest.
He set his big one on top of it, holding it in place.
He shook his head then leaned down and tucked his face into my neck. Breathed me in.
“Fuck, sugar, I missed you.” His hand came up and stroked over my hair.
“Feeling better?” I wondered. I wasn’t sure if he could drive like this.
“Mmm, yeah. Give me your mouth.”
I turned my head, so our lips touched. Then it went feral because it seemed we both needed the connection. Roy groaned and pretty much devoured me. He turned us so my back was pressed into the side of his van. I had no idea how long we kissed, but I whimpered when he pulled back.
When I blinked my eyes open, his were clear now and filled with need. His coloring was better, and there was his lethal smile.
“I’m feeling better, yeah. But I’ll feel amazing when we get to Mark’s cabin, and I can sink in your sweet pussy.”
I looked left and right. “Roy,” I chided, a smile tugging the corners of my lips.
“No one’s around to hear the little sounds you make when I kiss you. I wouldn’t let them. I don’t share.”
“I thought you needed to run.”
“I do. Yeah, I’d better run first, or else I might mar–I might be too rough.” He stroked the backs of his knuckles across my cheek like I was precious to him.
My pussy clenched at the thought of him getting rough with me. What would it be like to have my giant mountain man totally unleashed?
I wanted to find out.