Inevitable Detour (Inevitability Book 1)(40)

The man is infinitely creative, too. Like the next morning in the shower…

We’re not actually showering. No, not yet. Farren isn’t even in the shower. He’s seated, naked, on the edge of the tub. I’m in the shower, but I’m not washing. I am getting myself off for Farren’s pleasure…and for my own, of course.

Hot water pours down my back, adding to all the heady sensations. One foot is up on Farren’s bare thigh. He wants to see everything I do to myself, and he wants to see it all up close. We’ve left the shower curtain half-open and water is shooting everywhere.

But neither of us cares. Farren is too busy watching me. And he’s jerking off.

He finds a rhythm that matches the one I have going as I slide my fingers over my clit and into my * again and again.

I gasp, he groans. My toes curl and his quad beneath my foot tightens. “I’m close,” I rasp.

In response, he aims his cock at my folds, and when I start to pulse, so does he. Hot spurts of his essence hit my *, as well as my moving fingers. My orgasm is prolonged when I think of how erotic and dirty this act is…and how much I love it.

“Did you like that?” Farren asks a minute later as he’s getting into the shower behind me.

I lean back against his hard chest. “Yes,” I reply, “very much.”

Farren picks up the soap and gently lathers my shoulders. His strong hands ply at muscles that are sore from him working me in so many sexual ways. His hands skim down my back, and he murmurs, “My Essa.”

“I am your Essa,” I whisper.

And it’s true. I am becoming his in every way. Farren molds me. He shapes me. He’s making me ready to become his in the only way he hasn’t had me yet.

And, boy, am I ever ready.



When we get word from Rick that the rescue attempt has been a success—Haven is safe and at the house near Las Cruces—Farren and I head back out on the road. The weather is perfect, and I’m in a fine mood, so I take loads of pictures with the disposable camera Farren bought me on day one.

When I reach the last shot and utter a curse, he looks over. “Ready for another?” he asks.

“I think so,” I reply.

At our next stop, Farren buys me an entire bagful of cameras.

Two hundred miles into our travels, though, I’m kind of done with snapping photos of passing scenery. I do, however, sneak in a few great profile shots of Farren. Strong jaw, light stubble, sunglasses…Yeah, those pics promise to be keepers.

When my photographer-moment passes, I’m awash in guilt. I haven’t asked much about Haven and the rescue mission.

Glancing down at my lap, I do so now. “So, Haven is definitely safe?”

Farren keeps his eyes on the road ahead. Not that I can see his greens anyway, due to the sunglasses. “She’s safe,” he replies levelly.

But something feels amiss.

“How’d it go so smoothly?” I inquire. “Did Rick just waltz in to wherever she was and take her.”

Farren snorts. “It wasn’t quite that simple, Essa.”

“Were Eric and Vincent there?”

“No,” he states.

That leaves me chilled—the thought that Eric and Vincent are still out there.

“Then who was watching Haven?” I ask.

“Guards.”

“How many?”

“A few.”

“What happened to them?” I press.

Farren looks over at me. I wish I had the nerve to reach over and snatch off his sunglasses so I could see what’s really in his eyes. But I wouldn’t dare.

When his gaze returns to the road, he says, “What do you think happened to them?”

“They were incapacitated?” I venture.

He laughs. “You could say that.”

“I don’t want to talk about the guards anymore,” I suddenly snap.

“Good,” Farren says dryly.

“So,” I begin anew, “what’s the plan for when we reach New Mexico?”

Farren exhales audibly, and I know he’s glad the subject has veered away from the rescue-mission recap.

“We’ll meet up with Rick and Haven,” he says. “He’s driving her up to Albuquerque after she’s seen by a doctor.”

“A doctor?” My brow creases. “I thought she was okay?”

“She is,” Farren says carefully, “more or less. Still, I want one of our people to check her over.”

“You have doctors that work with you?”

“You’d be surprised at the people I work with,” Farren replies.

This is the most open Farren has ever been. I sense he wants to talk, and that he may even be finally ready to share some things with me. It’s not entirely surprising. After all the time we’ve been spending together, there’s no way he’s not feeling as close to me as I am to him. He is only human, after all.

Confirming my suspicion that he wants to talk, he continues. “We’re just lucky we have Haven back with us. A few more days and she would have been somewhere in Mexico…where it’d take us God knows how long to find her.” He sighs disgustedly. “The things that would’ve happened to her down there…”

When he trails off, I carefully ask, “What would’ve happened?”