Hack.A.I. (The Hack. series Book 1), page 19
“The servers.” Bic said.
“They are replaceable!” Cassie shouted, tugging at his arm.
Bic ignored her and was gazing up at the ceiling.
Tempted to return to get his bag, Nate stopped himself. He could hear the police storming into each room one by one.
The door crashing open, boots charging in, loud calls of armed police.
He placed his computer back on a desk and began the self-destruct protocol and left it.
“Dad,”
Bic hesitated before facing Check.
“We need to go.”
With a single nod, Bic conveyed his agreement.
Cassie led the group through double doors, following the crowd down the hallway.
A raised floor tile revealed a circular tunnel with a single-person ladder.
Nate nudged for her to go down ahead of him.
“Police!” The call reverberant. Their distance diminished. They were near, possibly, the main hall entrance.
The stairs and double doors were all that separated them.
Bic pushed for Check to climb down the ladder.
As he began his descent, Bic began moving the heavy floor tile over the hole.
“Dad, what are you doing? We don’t have time. Leave it.”
“Go,” Bic grunted.
He slid the tile back into place, holding it ajar.
“Wait, are you not coming with us?”
Bic partially covered the tunnel, creating an insurmountable obstacle for Check.
“No, if we leave it open, they will find you guys in no time, but if I cover it up, it gives you time to escape.”
“But I can’t go without you!”
“You have to!”
“No,” Check cried. “No, I can’t lose you too.”
“You won’t, my son. I need you to be safe and then I’ll come back for you.”
Check blubbered into a full cry.
“Take this, keep it safe. I don’t want it getting into the wrong hands.”
Bic handed him a king out of a chess set.
“The king from the first time I beat you.”
Bic smiled. “My most prized possession. I love you, kid. Now go, GO!”
Bic used the tile to push Check further into the access hole and dropped it into place so it was flush.
As he turned, armed officers burst in and began shooting.
thirty-five
Nate climbed up the ladder and squeezed himself in tight near Check and held his hand over Check’s mouth to mute his calls.
They heard the gunshots and then a loud thud.
Check began weeping and released his hold on the ladder, willing to plummet down the fifty feet manhole onto the concrete ground.
Cassie gasped below them, already reaching her arms behind her to catch anyone falling.
Nate wouldn’t let him fall. He bear-hugged him onto the ladder, trapping him in place. They waited for the noise to cease.
They could hear the voices above the ten-inch layer of concrete separating them.
Anger erupted, and voices boomed. Within minutes, everything stopped. Not a sound, but for Checks muted blubbers.
“Check. I’m going to need you to hold on to the ladder. I can’t hold on much longer.” Nate whispered.
Check listened to instruction and gripped the ladder. His teary gaze was vacant.
“We need you to be quiet and climb down the ladder safely. I know you need to let this out, but here is not the right place.”
Nate took Check’s complete non-response as an agreement.
He let go of his mouth and Check didn’t make a sound.
Wiping the sweat and tears left on his hand by Check on his top, Nate descended.
He glanced up to see if Check would follow the instruction. Eventually, he did.
It took them a few minutes to reach a larger escape tunnel. Or sewer tunnel. Nate couldn’t tell.
Check was the last down the ladder and it appeared as if his legs gave way when he hit the bottom step and he slumped to his knees.
Cassie ran over and wrapped herself in to him but he didn’t move.
“They shot him.”
“You don’t know that!”
“You heard the gunshots, Cass, and then him hitting the floor.” Checks tears glided down his cheek.
“But it could’ve been nothing. We didn’t see it.”
“Don’t be so fucking naïve, Cass.” Check pushed her off him and she landed on her bum, her hands breaking a hard fall.
“THEY FUCKING SHOT HIM DEAD AND ITS ALL MY FAULT!”
“No check, it wasn’t your fault, babe.”
“Check. It definitely wasn’t your fault. They acted way too quickly if you just triggered it.” Nate added.
“How did they find the bunker, then? None of you triggered anything. None of you led them here.”
“Check, it wasn’t you— “
Cassie tailed off as the room filled with light from the tunnel opening above.
“There’s a tunnel here.” Somebody called out above them.
“We got to go!” Nate whispered to Cassie.
She nodded and got to her knees and rested her arm around his shoulders.
“Come on, we got to go.”
“What’s the point?” Check replied. Resisting her touch.
“I’ve got nothing. No one.”
“You got us. We are family.” Cassie replied.
Check scoffed.
“Some family. You couldn’t wait to leave. Family doesn’t leave family behind.”
Cassie shot Nate a glance, who was insistent on leaving, casting an eye up to the manhole.
“Down there! Stop, police!” an officer said, already descending the ladder.
With a quick glance upwards, Check swiftly assessed the situation, rose to his feet, and sprinted towards the tunnel exit.
By the time Cassie was helped to her feet, he had disappeared from sight.
A metal can hit the ground next to them and smoke poured from one end.
Nate took Cassie by the hand and pulled her along, holding his face in the crook of his arm.
The tunnel's size and shape settled the debate in Nate’s mind; they had been specifically designed to escape from the bunker.
A concrete cylinder design looked far too industrial to be used for anything else. Their footsteps left tracks in the dust on the metal grate floor, showing that they hadn’t been used for a lengthy time.
Another submarine hatch at the corridor's end led to a shorter ladder, but lack of light meant the ladder and floor was mostly in complete darkness.
Nate allowed Cassie to go down first before pulling the hatch shut above him while he made his way down into the dark cavern.
“Oh my god,” Cassie groaned and then heaved below him.
A gloopy pile of water met his feet when he stepped off the ladder, followed by a foul smell of pure excrement.
He knew what they were standing in, but ignored it.
“Come on, there’s some light that way,” Cassie said.
“Have you got your phone torch?”
“No, I left it in the bunker.” She replied.
“Shit. Me too.”
They waded their way through the sludge to an opening at the end filled with the night sky.
He could not determine the time, but the darkness outside seemed unusually intense.
At the opening, Cassie peered her head out and gestured for Nate to follow her quietly.
His shoes squelched as he lifted them up and stepped out onto the muddy sand.
“Where are we?” He asked, looking at the pile of whatever stuck on his shoes.
“The bottom of the mountain, I think. This is like a reservoir or something.” pointing to the open expanse of black.
“Do you think we should check to see if Bic is okay?”
“Yeah, I owe it to him. I’ll go, alone.”
“You can barely see, Nate. How are you going to do it alone?”
After a moment of contemplation, Nate nodded in agreement.
“Okay, if we go back up the mountain, we can hide in the forest above the bunker. And oversee the entrance.”
“That’s a plan. Let’s go,” Nate replied without hesitation.
They reached the forest, some twenty minute climb above the reservoir, and hid behind trees as the blue lights danced their epileptic dance through the gaps.
Most officers, fifty feet below them, were wearing riot gear with helmets covering their faces. One man in a suit chatted with the most decorated riot officer.
“Can you see anything?” Cassie whispered.
“Not really. We need to get closer.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Probably not, but we need to find out what happened to Bic.”
Cassie nodded, but Nate could see she was unsure.
They crouched down and moved forward. Sticking behind trees.
Each twig cracking below their feet triggered their already heavy heartbeats.
Their mutual nervousness was clear in their exchanged glances. Eyes bulging, panicked breathing, the anticipation.
A few more steps and they got within earshot of two officers talking.
“So what, they escaped?” The suited man asked.
“Yeah, the tunnel led out to the reservoir, and they were gone.”
“Jesus Christ, this entire operation. For one arrest!”
Cassie and Nate glanced at each other.
“The informant said he isn’t the crew leader, but we may get him to talk.”
“I wouldn’t hold your breath. He has said little since he’s come round.”
“Rubber shotgun bullets to the head would do that to you.” The suit laughed.
“He’s okay,” Cassie mouthed to Nate, who nodded back.
“Have they taken him to the station?” The riot officer asked.
“No, counter terrorism has taken him for interrogation.” Replied the suit.
The officer surveyed the bunker and then spoke.
“What a shit show. Like United last night, actually.”
“Oh, don’t start, mate, that definitely wasn’t a penalty.” The suit replied.
Nate nudged Cassie’s arm to tell her to move on. They had heard all they needed to.
Not expecting it, Cassie jumped a little and fell into the bush in front of her.
The two men paused their conversation and quickly scanned the area near the bush.
Nate closed his eyes, praying they weren’t spotted.
He heard one officer step closer.
They held their breath.
He was above them. About to look over the bush. Nate could hear his breathing.
When a powerful gust of wind blew around them. Causing the bushes to flow and the trees to creak and sway, dispelling the officer’s suspicions as nothing and he walked back to his colleague and continued his conversation.
Still hidden up against the bush, Nate and Cassie wheezed, their breaths hushed.
Nate mouthed for her to follow him.
Glancing at the gaggle of officers, they headed into the forest, searching for a track to the city.
After they were clear and into the lively city, they wandered about for a while, unsure what to do when Cassie said she knew somewhere they could hide.
They walked for what felt like miles until they reached a housing estate in Bedminster.
Streets full of red brick terrace houses overlooking the Ashton gate stadium. Home to one of two Bristol football teams, The Robins.
A quick turn behind a set of shops, they reached the end of a dead-end terraced street and Cassie stopped outside the end house.
“Is this your place?”
Cassie seemed distraught.
“I guess so. It was given to us when our parents died.”
Nate picked up on her reluctance to speak and dropped it.
Cassie reached up to the outdoor light, popped open the lid to reveal a key lockbox inside. She entered the code of which Nate wasn’t paying attention to as sirens ignited over the city.
She urged Nate inside and locked the door with a chain behind him.
The moment he entered, a pungent, damp scent greeted him.
The poorly illuminated passage opened up to two doors and a set of stairs at the end.
Nate hesitated to go any further before Cassie grabbed his hand and pulled him into the second door, which was a second reception room leading into a kitchen.
Fully aware that the lights may not come on, Cassie defiantly flicked the switch anyway.
“Have you got your phone or anything?” Nate asked, forgetting he had already done so.
“No. I’ll look around for some torches or something. Take a seat.”
The moonlight barely lit the room, allowing Cassie to find the dusty sheet covering the sofa and hurl it back to reveal a plush leather couch.
Nate sat down while Cassie edged further into the dark kitchen.
While waiting, he wondered about Bic. Hoping he was okay. Nate owed it to him to free him from wherever he was being kept. That was his plan. Prioritise Cassie’s safety before pursuing Bic.
And then his mind thought about Check. On the run, fearing the worst for Bic.
“Do you think Check is okay?” Nate immediately asked upon Cassie’s entrance.
She paused in thought for a moment. A flickering candlelight highlighting her pondering face.
“He’s out there alone.” Nate continued.
“I don’t know,” Cassie let out. “He’s going to be a wreck without Bic. The poor sweetheart, I just wished he hadn’t run off.”
Nate hummed in agreement.
“This is all a mess. And it’s all my fucking fault.”
“How can you say that?” Cassie replied.
“I brought so much shit to your doorstep.”
Cassie walked over and sat next to Nate after placing the candle on the coffee table in front of him.
“No one brought this upon us, Nate, more than ourselves. We are all aware that this fight of ours was going to lead to trouble.”
She reached out her hand and locked it into his, resting on his thigh.
“And like Bic said, he wouldn’t have let you fight all this ‘shit’ alone. You are a part of this family now and we stick together.”
Nate nodded. More out of politeness than agreement.
“It is all a mess, though, isn’t it? What the hell are we going to do?”
Cassie slumped back on the sofa.
“I promise you, Cass, I won’t rest until we are all back together. Even Sketch wherever the hell he is.”
“Don’t remind me.” She replied, lifting her palms to her face. “At the first sign of trouble, he is always gone.”
They sat in silence for a moment.
Cassie dropped to lie on the sofa, resting her feet across Nate’s thighs.
He instinctively gently rubbed her feet.
“Oh, that feels nice, babe, do that.”
He turned to look at her, but something caught his eye before he met hers.
The dress Cassie wore had raised up and Nate could see her sheer underwear. He glanced away as quickly as he had spotted them.
By that point, it was too late. His jeans quickly got tighter.
Cassie felt something with her foot and sat up suddenly.
They both glanced at each other for a moment and then Cassie glanced at his jean leg to see a definite phallic outline cut into the jeans.
Nate met her gaze. “Sorry, I’m not wearing any underwear.”
She looked back at his thigh and leapt on top of him.
Landing with her legs apart over his lap, they kissed passionately. Their mouths met with an intense softness. A grazing touch of plump cushioned lips.
Cassie rolled her hips across his legs. Applying the pressure of her inner thigh across him.
His kisses made their way to the side of her neck as she gently dropped her head back.
“I want to feel good.” She exclaimed. “Make me feel good.”
Nate flipped her off his lap onto her back on the sofa.
His jeans, already falling down without a belt, slipped off, flinging himself out.
She reached out and grabbed for him. Feeling the throbbing in her hands as she stroked his length.
He moved from kissing her neck to her lips.
Gradually moving down her body, landing a kiss on her clavicle before she stopped him.
“I’m already horny, just fuck me.”
Nate smiled, leaned in, and aligned himself.
He hesitated, and before he could ask, Cassie answered.
“I’m on the pill.”
The hesitation vanished and Nate entered her, prompting them both to let out their own exclamation of ecstasy.
With gentle movement at first, before escalating to a powerful thrust a few minutes later.
Their eyes would meet and close. Their lips were no further than a centimetre away.
Nate could feel them slipping off the narrow sofa but refused to break momentum, the feeling so intense.
The hand he used for stability slipped and they tumbled off the sofa. Nate shifted her weight with ease to save her so that he landed on his back.
Without a beat, she reached down with her hand, found him and guided herself on.
Like silk on skin, she glided back and forth. Picking up the pace, with each intense groan.
Nate reached up and tore the dress off her shoulders and ragged it downward, revealing her large breasts.
He watched as they bounced with each swift stride. Cradling them in his hands, their groans were emphasised. With a mutual climactic groan and blushing faces they released everything to each other.
Binding them forever in the most personal form of love.
thirty-six
“So, if you own this, why do you rent a flat?”
Nate asked, huddled up, naked, under a dust sheet on the plush carpet.
Cassie sighed.
“It’s complicated.” She said, resting her head on Nate’s bicep, his arm crooked around her shoulders.
“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”
Cassie sat up and rested on one arm to meet Nate’s eyes. The dust sheet fell from her armpit, leaving her beautiful breasts exposed in the eyeline with him.
“You trust me now, do you?” She smirked.
“When you've been through experiences together, trust comes naturally. And you know, banging definitely helped.” Nate smiled.
“They are replaceable!” Cassie shouted, tugging at his arm.
Bic ignored her and was gazing up at the ceiling.
Tempted to return to get his bag, Nate stopped himself. He could hear the police storming into each room one by one.
The door crashing open, boots charging in, loud calls of armed police.
He placed his computer back on a desk and began the self-destruct protocol and left it.
“Dad,”
Bic hesitated before facing Check.
“We need to go.”
With a single nod, Bic conveyed his agreement.
Cassie led the group through double doors, following the crowd down the hallway.
A raised floor tile revealed a circular tunnel with a single-person ladder.
Nate nudged for her to go down ahead of him.
“Police!” The call reverberant. Their distance diminished. They were near, possibly, the main hall entrance.
The stairs and double doors were all that separated them.
Bic pushed for Check to climb down the ladder.
As he began his descent, Bic began moving the heavy floor tile over the hole.
“Dad, what are you doing? We don’t have time. Leave it.”
“Go,” Bic grunted.
He slid the tile back into place, holding it ajar.
“Wait, are you not coming with us?”
Bic partially covered the tunnel, creating an insurmountable obstacle for Check.
“No, if we leave it open, they will find you guys in no time, but if I cover it up, it gives you time to escape.”
“But I can’t go without you!”
“You have to!”
“No,” Check cried. “No, I can’t lose you too.”
“You won’t, my son. I need you to be safe and then I’ll come back for you.”
Check blubbered into a full cry.
“Take this, keep it safe. I don’t want it getting into the wrong hands.”
Bic handed him a king out of a chess set.
“The king from the first time I beat you.”
Bic smiled. “My most prized possession. I love you, kid. Now go, GO!”
Bic used the tile to push Check further into the access hole and dropped it into place so it was flush.
As he turned, armed officers burst in and began shooting.
thirty-five
Nate climbed up the ladder and squeezed himself in tight near Check and held his hand over Check’s mouth to mute his calls.
They heard the gunshots and then a loud thud.
Check began weeping and released his hold on the ladder, willing to plummet down the fifty feet manhole onto the concrete ground.
Cassie gasped below them, already reaching her arms behind her to catch anyone falling.
Nate wouldn’t let him fall. He bear-hugged him onto the ladder, trapping him in place. They waited for the noise to cease.
They could hear the voices above the ten-inch layer of concrete separating them.
Anger erupted, and voices boomed. Within minutes, everything stopped. Not a sound, but for Checks muted blubbers.
“Check. I’m going to need you to hold on to the ladder. I can’t hold on much longer.” Nate whispered.
Check listened to instruction and gripped the ladder. His teary gaze was vacant.
“We need you to be quiet and climb down the ladder safely. I know you need to let this out, but here is not the right place.”
Nate took Check’s complete non-response as an agreement.
He let go of his mouth and Check didn’t make a sound.
Wiping the sweat and tears left on his hand by Check on his top, Nate descended.
He glanced up to see if Check would follow the instruction. Eventually, he did.
It took them a few minutes to reach a larger escape tunnel. Or sewer tunnel. Nate couldn’t tell.
Check was the last down the ladder and it appeared as if his legs gave way when he hit the bottom step and he slumped to his knees.
Cassie ran over and wrapped herself in to him but he didn’t move.
“They shot him.”
“You don’t know that!”
“You heard the gunshots, Cass, and then him hitting the floor.” Checks tears glided down his cheek.
“But it could’ve been nothing. We didn’t see it.”
“Don’t be so fucking naïve, Cass.” Check pushed her off him and she landed on her bum, her hands breaking a hard fall.
“THEY FUCKING SHOT HIM DEAD AND ITS ALL MY FAULT!”
“No check, it wasn’t your fault, babe.”
“Check. It definitely wasn’t your fault. They acted way too quickly if you just triggered it.” Nate added.
“How did they find the bunker, then? None of you triggered anything. None of you led them here.”
“Check, it wasn’t you— “
Cassie tailed off as the room filled with light from the tunnel opening above.
“There’s a tunnel here.” Somebody called out above them.
“We got to go!” Nate whispered to Cassie.
She nodded and got to her knees and rested her arm around his shoulders.
“Come on, we got to go.”
“What’s the point?” Check replied. Resisting her touch.
“I’ve got nothing. No one.”
“You got us. We are family.” Cassie replied.
Check scoffed.
“Some family. You couldn’t wait to leave. Family doesn’t leave family behind.”
Cassie shot Nate a glance, who was insistent on leaving, casting an eye up to the manhole.
“Down there! Stop, police!” an officer said, already descending the ladder.
With a quick glance upwards, Check swiftly assessed the situation, rose to his feet, and sprinted towards the tunnel exit.
By the time Cassie was helped to her feet, he had disappeared from sight.
A metal can hit the ground next to them and smoke poured from one end.
Nate took Cassie by the hand and pulled her along, holding his face in the crook of his arm.
The tunnel's size and shape settled the debate in Nate’s mind; they had been specifically designed to escape from the bunker.
A concrete cylinder design looked far too industrial to be used for anything else. Their footsteps left tracks in the dust on the metal grate floor, showing that they hadn’t been used for a lengthy time.
Another submarine hatch at the corridor's end led to a shorter ladder, but lack of light meant the ladder and floor was mostly in complete darkness.
Nate allowed Cassie to go down first before pulling the hatch shut above him while he made his way down into the dark cavern.
“Oh my god,” Cassie groaned and then heaved below him.
A gloopy pile of water met his feet when he stepped off the ladder, followed by a foul smell of pure excrement.
He knew what they were standing in, but ignored it.
“Come on, there’s some light that way,” Cassie said.
“Have you got your phone torch?”
“No, I left it in the bunker.” She replied.
“Shit. Me too.”
They waded their way through the sludge to an opening at the end filled with the night sky.
He could not determine the time, but the darkness outside seemed unusually intense.
At the opening, Cassie peered her head out and gestured for Nate to follow her quietly.
His shoes squelched as he lifted them up and stepped out onto the muddy sand.
“Where are we?” He asked, looking at the pile of whatever stuck on his shoes.
“The bottom of the mountain, I think. This is like a reservoir or something.” pointing to the open expanse of black.
“Do you think we should check to see if Bic is okay?”
“Yeah, I owe it to him. I’ll go, alone.”
“You can barely see, Nate. How are you going to do it alone?”
After a moment of contemplation, Nate nodded in agreement.
“Okay, if we go back up the mountain, we can hide in the forest above the bunker. And oversee the entrance.”
“That’s a plan. Let’s go,” Nate replied without hesitation.
They reached the forest, some twenty minute climb above the reservoir, and hid behind trees as the blue lights danced their epileptic dance through the gaps.
Most officers, fifty feet below them, were wearing riot gear with helmets covering their faces. One man in a suit chatted with the most decorated riot officer.
“Can you see anything?” Cassie whispered.
“Not really. We need to get closer.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Probably not, but we need to find out what happened to Bic.”
Cassie nodded, but Nate could see she was unsure.
They crouched down and moved forward. Sticking behind trees.
Each twig cracking below their feet triggered their already heavy heartbeats.
Their mutual nervousness was clear in their exchanged glances. Eyes bulging, panicked breathing, the anticipation.
A few more steps and they got within earshot of two officers talking.
“So what, they escaped?” The suited man asked.
“Yeah, the tunnel led out to the reservoir, and they were gone.”
“Jesus Christ, this entire operation. For one arrest!”
Cassie and Nate glanced at each other.
“The informant said he isn’t the crew leader, but we may get him to talk.”
“I wouldn’t hold your breath. He has said little since he’s come round.”
“Rubber shotgun bullets to the head would do that to you.” The suit laughed.
“He’s okay,” Cassie mouthed to Nate, who nodded back.
“Have they taken him to the station?” The riot officer asked.
“No, counter terrorism has taken him for interrogation.” Replied the suit.
The officer surveyed the bunker and then spoke.
“What a shit show. Like United last night, actually.”
“Oh, don’t start, mate, that definitely wasn’t a penalty.” The suit replied.
Nate nudged Cassie’s arm to tell her to move on. They had heard all they needed to.
Not expecting it, Cassie jumped a little and fell into the bush in front of her.
The two men paused their conversation and quickly scanned the area near the bush.
Nate closed his eyes, praying they weren’t spotted.
He heard one officer step closer.
They held their breath.
He was above them. About to look over the bush. Nate could hear his breathing.
When a powerful gust of wind blew around them. Causing the bushes to flow and the trees to creak and sway, dispelling the officer’s suspicions as nothing and he walked back to his colleague and continued his conversation.
Still hidden up against the bush, Nate and Cassie wheezed, their breaths hushed.
Nate mouthed for her to follow him.
Glancing at the gaggle of officers, they headed into the forest, searching for a track to the city.
After they were clear and into the lively city, they wandered about for a while, unsure what to do when Cassie said she knew somewhere they could hide.
They walked for what felt like miles until they reached a housing estate in Bedminster.
Streets full of red brick terrace houses overlooking the Ashton gate stadium. Home to one of two Bristol football teams, The Robins.
A quick turn behind a set of shops, they reached the end of a dead-end terraced street and Cassie stopped outside the end house.
“Is this your place?”
Cassie seemed distraught.
“I guess so. It was given to us when our parents died.”
Nate picked up on her reluctance to speak and dropped it.
Cassie reached up to the outdoor light, popped open the lid to reveal a key lockbox inside. She entered the code of which Nate wasn’t paying attention to as sirens ignited over the city.
She urged Nate inside and locked the door with a chain behind him.
The moment he entered, a pungent, damp scent greeted him.
The poorly illuminated passage opened up to two doors and a set of stairs at the end.
Nate hesitated to go any further before Cassie grabbed his hand and pulled him into the second door, which was a second reception room leading into a kitchen.
Fully aware that the lights may not come on, Cassie defiantly flicked the switch anyway.
“Have you got your phone or anything?” Nate asked, forgetting he had already done so.
“No. I’ll look around for some torches or something. Take a seat.”
The moonlight barely lit the room, allowing Cassie to find the dusty sheet covering the sofa and hurl it back to reveal a plush leather couch.
Nate sat down while Cassie edged further into the dark kitchen.
While waiting, he wondered about Bic. Hoping he was okay. Nate owed it to him to free him from wherever he was being kept. That was his plan. Prioritise Cassie’s safety before pursuing Bic.
And then his mind thought about Check. On the run, fearing the worst for Bic.
“Do you think Check is okay?” Nate immediately asked upon Cassie’s entrance.
She paused in thought for a moment. A flickering candlelight highlighting her pondering face.
“He’s out there alone.” Nate continued.
“I don’t know,” Cassie let out. “He’s going to be a wreck without Bic. The poor sweetheart, I just wished he hadn’t run off.”
Nate hummed in agreement.
“This is all a mess. And it’s all my fucking fault.”
“How can you say that?” Cassie replied.
“I brought so much shit to your doorstep.”
Cassie walked over and sat next to Nate after placing the candle on the coffee table in front of him.
“No one brought this upon us, Nate, more than ourselves. We are all aware that this fight of ours was going to lead to trouble.”
She reached out her hand and locked it into his, resting on his thigh.
“And like Bic said, he wouldn’t have let you fight all this ‘shit’ alone. You are a part of this family now and we stick together.”
Nate nodded. More out of politeness than agreement.
“It is all a mess, though, isn’t it? What the hell are we going to do?”
Cassie slumped back on the sofa.
“I promise you, Cass, I won’t rest until we are all back together. Even Sketch wherever the hell he is.”
“Don’t remind me.” She replied, lifting her palms to her face. “At the first sign of trouble, he is always gone.”
They sat in silence for a moment.
Cassie dropped to lie on the sofa, resting her feet across Nate’s thighs.
He instinctively gently rubbed her feet.
“Oh, that feels nice, babe, do that.”
He turned to look at her, but something caught his eye before he met hers.
The dress Cassie wore had raised up and Nate could see her sheer underwear. He glanced away as quickly as he had spotted them.
By that point, it was too late. His jeans quickly got tighter.
Cassie felt something with her foot and sat up suddenly.
They both glanced at each other for a moment and then Cassie glanced at his jean leg to see a definite phallic outline cut into the jeans.
Nate met her gaze. “Sorry, I’m not wearing any underwear.”
She looked back at his thigh and leapt on top of him.
Landing with her legs apart over his lap, they kissed passionately. Their mouths met with an intense softness. A grazing touch of plump cushioned lips.
Cassie rolled her hips across his legs. Applying the pressure of her inner thigh across him.
His kisses made their way to the side of her neck as she gently dropped her head back.
“I want to feel good.” She exclaimed. “Make me feel good.”
Nate flipped her off his lap onto her back on the sofa.
His jeans, already falling down without a belt, slipped off, flinging himself out.
She reached out and grabbed for him. Feeling the throbbing in her hands as she stroked his length.
He moved from kissing her neck to her lips.
Gradually moving down her body, landing a kiss on her clavicle before she stopped him.
“I’m already horny, just fuck me.”
Nate smiled, leaned in, and aligned himself.
He hesitated, and before he could ask, Cassie answered.
“I’m on the pill.”
The hesitation vanished and Nate entered her, prompting them both to let out their own exclamation of ecstasy.
With gentle movement at first, before escalating to a powerful thrust a few minutes later.
Their eyes would meet and close. Their lips were no further than a centimetre away.
Nate could feel them slipping off the narrow sofa but refused to break momentum, the feeling so intense.
The hand he used for stability slipped and they tumbled off the sofa. Nate shifted her weight with ease to save her so that he landed on his back.
Without a beat, she reached down with her hand, found him and guided herself on.
Like silk on skin, she glided back and forth. Picking up the pace, with each intense groan.
Nate reached up and tore the dress off her shoulders and ragged it downward, revealing her large breasts.
He watched as they bounced with each swift stride. Cradling them in his hands, their groans were emphasised. With a mutual climactic groan and blushing faces they released everything to each other.
Binding them forever in the most personal form of love.
thirty-six
“So, if you own this, why do you rent a flat?”
Nate asked, huddled up, naked, under a dust sheet on the plush carpet.
Cassie sighed.
“It’s complicated.” She said, resting her head on Nate’s bicep, his arm crooked around her shoulders.
“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”
Cassie sat up and rested on one arm to meet Nate’s eyes. The dust sheet fell from her armpit, leaving her beautiful breasts exposed in the eyeline with him.
“You trust me now, do you?” She smirked.
“When you've been through experiences together, trust comes naturally. And you know, banging definitely helped.” Nate smiled.
