Can't Run (Danger and Desire Book 1) (10 page)

Eric smiled, apparently pleased with himself.

Sara, smiled back devilishly as she used all of her strength to roll so that she was straddling on top of him and he laid on his back. It was her turn to take charge of his pleasure, and she would be just as teasing and cruel as he was.

She kissed his mouth deeply, massaging his tongue with her own before pulling back to gently bight his lip. She kissed her way downward, focusing on his neck and throat. Once she reached his toned abdomen she lingered around his navel, running her tongue delicately around it, tracing its shape. He quivered under her weight as she ran he tongue down to his pelvis where she found the throbbing bulge in his jeans. She kissed the bulge, and looked up.

Eric was staring down at her, waiting in desperation. He undid his pants and put his hands back to his sides. Sara kissed the bulge in his boxers, she could feel the warm and the hardness on her lips reigniting the feelings that had previously run through her.

Pulling his boxers down she found his hard shaft and teasingly licked around the head. Running her tongue from where the head meets the shaft to the tip, she found it was pure delight to feel him begin to quiver under her. His erection somehow grew harder as she placed her lips at the tip and allowed all of him to fill her mouth.

He groaned, placing his hands on the back of her head and tangling his fingers through her hair. As she sucked and took him deeper his hands dug in, pulling on her hair. His passion was more than evident. She slid her head back up so only the slope was in her mouth, and she flicked gently at the tip.

Eric panted under her as she continued to work his shaft, taking him in her mouth faster and sucking harder. The pressure on the back of her head exerted by the desperate man increased as he encouraged her to take him all in. It was too much, and she choked a little while pulling her head up for air.

“Sorry” he apologized through a stifled moan, lifting her chin up.

“Come here.” He commanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure and desire. Sara stood up over him and removed her shorts and panties before obeying him. She was still wet from earlier, and exerting her power over him definitely increased this symptom of her excitement. She lowered herself over top of him.

She held his rejection at the opening of her sex, and sank herself down onto him so that he entered her. The thick hard shaft almost overwhelmed her as she leaned forward afraid to move. His hips moved from under her, pushing deeply. His rhythm encouraged her a she began to feel brave on top of him and grind her hips against him.

He gripped her hips and guided her as they both panted together in sync. She circled her hips and he gasped.

“You’re so amazing,” he panted, reaching up to grope her breast as she rode him steadily, grinding her hips and intermittently circling them sending a blast of pleasure through both of them.

Sara arched her back so that she could move her hips faster and ride him deeper. She could hear in his breathing that he too was feeling the intense buildup of passion and pleasure that would soon explode.

From under her he suddenly began to lose control of himself and thrusted deeper and deeper into her, lifting her by her hips so that he could slam into her again and again, each time growing harder.

She could hear her own small cries building up as the explosion became more and more imminent. He too grew louder and louder, his husky voice betraying him as he thrusted deeper into her. Sara’s eyes were watering from the pleasure, her knees, toes and stomach were all intensifying. Eric’s breaths grew uneven as his thrusts became sharp, sensing his impending release she pinned his wrists down and moved faster with more determination.

With rugged breaths escaping from in his chest, he moved his head from side to side, hoping to find something to steady him. 

“Slow down,” he whispered, “I… I can’t”.

It was too late, together they exploded. Sara collapsed on top of him in a sweaty trembling heap.

Her head laid gently on his chest while she tried to catch her breath or somehow slow down her breathing. He ran his fingers through her hair that had fallen out of the bun. She snuggled into his chin as he gently rolled her off of him, kissing her forehead as she groggily laid beside him.

He stoked her hair gently, as she drifted off into a dreamy sleep.

Chapter 8

“Fear is the mother of morality.” -
Friedrich Nietzsche

It was still fairly dark as the sun was just starting to come up when Sara woke up next to Eric’s stiff frame, he too was awake laying with his eyes open seeming to be concentrating on something.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, slipping on her shorts and t-shirt to help fight the cold of dawn.

He nodded quietly, still looking unsure and concerned. He too put on his jeans and shirt while checking to see that his holster was secured.

Once dressed he laid back down and rolled to his side, moving Sara into a spoon position. Having his arms around her, he buried his face in her hair. She smiled as she felt his warm breath against her ear. She melted in the heat of his body, her eyes grew heavy as her body relaxed.

All of a sudden her body grew stiff, she noticed Eric’s body was just as tense as hers. They both listened into the distance and could hear dogs barking. Eric stood up and pulled his shoes and jacket on, motioning for Sara to stay in place. Sara slipped on her worn flats and waited impatiently, peaking out the door of the hut.

It was quiet outside, no one was awake yet. Yet something was making her feel uneasy, it was obviously doing the same for Eric too. Then she heard it, a bark, no it was a howl, no it was a baying in the distance... that’s when she saw them; six heavily armed men entering the edge of the village from the forest with two hounds. She recognized Gabriel and the two other men who had kidnapped her. She didn’t recognize the three men who were huge and brawny with terrifying facial expressions.

The hounds bayed again, and some of the village hunting dogs met them barking. The hounds were occupied by the hunting dogs who were protecting the village. The armed men payed no attention and entered the hut closest to them ripping out the family. A mother held her young child protectively while the father stood in front of his wife and child. The men began to search the other huts and drag the stunned residents out so that they were gathered in a circle guarded by two of the armed men.

Sara knew that it was only a matter of time before they found her or before someone gave her up. They had kept her safe long enough, and she knew that it was more important that they protect her family as opposed to a stranger. What worried her even more was that Eric had not returned.

Had the found him?
She wondered to herself as she glanced about trying to come up with a quick plan of escape.

She saw Kaje being questioned by one of the men, her response was shaking her head to every question asked. Sara didn’t need to guess what they were saying, and Sara knew that Kaje was risking her life by denying her being there. The man took the butt of his gun and slammed it into her face sending Kaje falling to the ground. Those around her cried out, some screamed as they rushed to her to make sure she was okay. The guard was now shouting at a volume that was within Sara’s earshot. He raised his gun and looked as though he was going to shoot her. Sara couldn’t let it happen, she jumped out of the tent and took a deep breath to scream for him to stop. Before anything could come out of her mouth a hand was on it pulling her back behind the hut.

“We have to stop them.” Sara whispered, “We can’t let them hurt these people because of us.”

“I just got back from Manu’s hut,” Eric explained, referring to the Old Portuguese speaking man, “…he says to get you out of here. He wants you to run, and he will hold them off as long as he can.”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me,” Sara whispered, tears starting to stream down her face.

“Sara, we have to run.” He said firmly, pulling his gun out of his holster, “once you get a head start running through the bush I will take down the one who’s getting a little too physical. Okay?”

Sara silently nodded.

“You need to realize, they’re going to come after us and they aren’t going to show mercy.”

She felt the surge of adrenaline in her stomach and legs as she took a deep breath. She was about to turn and run when she felt Eric’s hand on her arm, he pulled her back and kissed her deeply, then put his lips to her forehead. She could hear his heart pounding and realized how afraid he must be as well.

There was strain in his voice when he made a single command, “Run.”

Sara took off in a sprint, running what seemed to be straight into the forest. She ran fast and hard as she heard two shots ring out, the echo bouncing through the trees. She pushed her legs and ran faster.

She all of a sudden found herself plummeting down a steep edge of earth, the world spinning and thumping around her. She tumbled what must have been a few feet when she found herself laying on her back in a very steep ravine with mud and shallow water.

She sat up, and listened. There were definitely footsteps approaching, and fast. She stood up and felt a sharp pull in her leg, she wasn’t going to be able to run just yet, not fast enough to get away at any rate. Now thoroughly soaked through and covered in mud, she scrambled back up the side of the ravine and tucked herself behind a large tree root. She peered out from her hiding spot to see who the pounding footsteps belonged to. There was nothing but trees and the sound of the impending approach.

She looked around her, trying to decide how she would escape and decided it would still be best to hide. She took dirt from the ground and rubbed it on her face and bare arms hoping it would help her to blend into the forest around her.

As the footsteps got closer her eyes began to tear up. She felt her heart pounding in her throat, and was terrified at the prospect of being spotted. She decided to lower herself so that she was laying on the ground, she put her head flat on her hands and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly so that she could hear the approach.

They grew closer and closer, and slowed down. Sara realized that whoever it was, was standing on the other side of the tree. Sara swallowed hard, and caught movement in the corner of her eyes. She focused her eyesight on the source of movement; the first thing she noticed was eight pink little peaks attached to eight long and hairy legs, attached to an even larger and hairier body. Sara squeezed her hands against her mouth to suppress a scream that was threatening to come out upon realizing that there was a five inch tarantula less than a foot away from her face.

She realized she no longer heard the sprinting footsteps, and listened attentively hoping that it was a sign they had ran the wrong direction. Sara sat up feeling borderline relieved and skootched back from the giant spider.

Then there was a snap behind her. She gasped, spinning around. Eric was behind her with his finger over his mouth, begging her to be quiet. Tears streamed down her eyes as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest muffling hysterical sobs.

He kissed her ear as he held her close, “Baby, we have to go,” he whispered.

Sara stepped back and nodded.

Running behind Eric in a steady pace, her flowing adrenaline fueled her endurance. Every once in a while she could hear the sound of the hounds baying behind them, making Sara realize that her pursuers were hot on their trail and that hiding was by no means an option.

The warren of trees and brush sounding her made it impossible for her to figure out even which direction they were running. As she ran she felt twigs and brush smack and scrape against her legs creating burning discomfort throughout the implicated area.

Despite the adrenaline that urged her to keep moving, she felt throbbing in her legs and was increasingly unable to catch her breath. She gasped for air and felt the dizziness coming from lack of option as she began to stumble.

Eric had heard Sara’s pace change and had stopped dead in his tracks to turn around and see what was happening. He walked up to Sara and cupped her cheek, “Baby, we have to keep moving.” he whispered softly.

“I can’t,” Sara panted, unable to catch her breath.

“Sara, you have to. God knows what they will do if they find you. And I sure as hell won’t let them take you without a fight.”

Sara’s eyes widened, she knew what he meant. They would kill him because he would fight to the end to protect her.

“Do you have any idea where we are?” Sara asked, still breathing too heavily.

“Manu gave me a vague idea.” Eric assured.

“Is there any water, a river, anything?” She asked, her voice trembling and breathless.

“I believe there is a small river,” Eric said, unsure of where she was going.

“Could we use that to throw off the scent of the dogs?” She whispered hopefully.

“Well, I really don’t know how well that would work but we could try” Eric nodded.

They made it to the edge of a small river before nightfall. “Watch out for caiman,” Eric warned as the stepped into the water fully clothed. It was cold and deep, they both waded through soaking every part of their body and clothes to try to change their sent. They made it to the other side of the river and Sara was ready to find a place to set up camp.

“We need to push for at least another hour,” Eric warned firmly.

Sara’s heart sunk as she dropped to the muddy floor. Eric squatted down beside her, taking a hand full of mud and rubbing it over Sara’s arms, “I know you’re tired. You can do this, we can do this together. Just promise me you’re not giving up.”

Sara scooped up some of the mud and ran it over Eric’s face and neck, “What exactly is this for?”

“I’ll try everything to get these dogs off of our trail.” he said doubtfully.

Once their bare skin was covered in mud they pushed further into the darkening night.

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