cheek and glaring at Michael’s bare torso lying on his cot across the room. Soon, her eyelids grew heavy, and eventually she drifted into a fitful sleep.
Chapter Six
The room was still dim when she came to, but she noticed it was empty. Her brows furrowed, and she started to call their names, but Michael emerged from the back room toweling his hair with water droplets sliding down his bare midsection. She noticed his wounds were completely healed.
Allison’s eyes lingered just a bit longer than she intended, and then she quickly turned her attention to the moth-eaten blanket on her cot.
“Well, look who finally woke up,” Michael commented.
“Finally? What time is it?” she asked.
“About noon last time I checked.”
“Noon! I’ve never slept so long in my life!” she gasped.
He shrugged and continued to rub his hair vigorously with the towel before discarding it haphazardly across the back of the lone chair that sat in the corner.
“Pig,” she muttered, crossing the room and snatching the towel from the chair and taking it into the bathroom, which she was startled to see was nothing more than a shower stall devoid of a curtain, a small, rusty sink, and a rather disgusting toilet. She threw the towel over the top edge of the shower stall and quickly withdrew from the musty room.
“Don’t say a word,” Michael muttered.
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking, Little Miss Priss, and you can stuff it,” he grunted. “If our safe haven isn’t to your liking, you’re free to go check into some upscale hotel somewhere.”
“How dare you,” Allison growled.
“How dare me ?” Michael returned. “No, no, no. How dare you ! I saw the way your stuck up little nose wrinkled when you came out of the bathroom! We risked our lives for you and all you can do is turn up that little nose of yours!”
“For your information,” Allison snarled, approaching him aggressively, “that isn’t what I was doing! I was actually thinking that I wished I could fix things up a bit and make things more pleasant!”
He lowered his head until his eyes were inches from hers and said incredulously, “Oh, yeah, I’ll bet that is exactly what you were thinking.”
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“The feeling is mutual,” he retorted.
Then suddenly their lips collided, pushed together so firmly that Allison could have sworn she tasted the pungent bite of blood on her lip. Michael’s body leaned against hers, slamming her against the rough cave wall. His hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her against the wall as his tongue pushed its way between her lips.
Allison’s leg lifted upward, wrapping around his hip and pulling him firmly against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he reached behind her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her upward, where she wrapped her other leg around him. She could feel him bulging against her.
His tongue probed wildly within her mouth. She was breathless, her heart pounding erratically. He took her lower lip between his teeth and nipped sharply, and she gasped.
“Oh, god, please take me,” she begged him with the faintest of whispers in his ear.
Then she heard the grinding of stone against stone, and the two of them froze. Panic stricken, the two were unable to react, and the two of them were still tangled together as Luke and Logan emerged through the doorway.
The color drained from Logan’s face, and he dropped the paper grocery bag he was carrying. Inside it, glass shattered, and some liquid began to leak through the brown paper, seeping into the earthen floor.
“You son of a bitch,” Luke murmured, shaking his head.
Michael’s body went limp, and Allison slowly slipped downward until her feet touched the floor. He backed carefully away from her and turned meekly to face the two.
“Brothers, please, let me explain…” Michael tried
Chapter Six
The room was still dim when she came to, but she noticed it was empty. Her brows furrowed, and she started to call their names, but Michael emerged from the back room toweling his hair with water droplets sliding down his bare midsection. She noticed his wounds were completely healed.
Allison’s eyes lingered just a bit longer than she intended, and then she quickly turned her attention to the moth-eaten blanket on her cot.
“Well, look who finally woke up,” Michael commented.
“Finally? What time is it?” she asked.
“About noon last time I checked.”
“Noon! I’ve never slept so long in my life!” she gasped.
He shrugged and continued to rub his hair vigorously with the towel before discarding it haphazardly across the back of the lone chair that sat in the corner.
“Pig,” she muttered, crossing the room and snatching the towel from the chair and taking it into the bathroom, which she was startled to see was nothing more than a shower stall devoid of a curtain, a small, rusty sink, and a rather disgusting toilet. She threw the towel over the top edge of the shower stall and quickly withdrew from the musty room.
“Don’t say a word,” Michael muttered.
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking, Little Miss Priss, and you can stuff it,” he grunted. “If our safe haven isn’t to your liking, you’re free to go check into some upscale hotel somewhere.”
“How dare you,” Allison growled.
“How dare me ?” Michael returned. “No, no, no. How dare you ! I saw the way your stuck up little nose wrinkled when you came out of the bathroom! We risked our lives for you and all you can do is turn up that little nose of yours!”
“For your information,” Allison snarled, approaching him aggressively, “that isn’t what I was doing! I was actually thinking that I wished I could fix things up a bit and make things more pleasant!”
He lowered his head until his eyes were inches from hers and said incredulously, “Oh, yeah, I’ll bet that is exactly what you were thinking.”
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“The feeling is mutual,” he retorted.
Then suddenly their lips collided, pushed together so firmly that Allison could have sworn she tasted the pungent bite of blood on her lip. Michael’s body leaned against hers, slamming her against the rough cave wall. His hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her against the wall as his tongue pushed its way between her lips.
Allison’s leg lifted upward, wrapping around his hip and pulling him firmly against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he reached behind her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her upward, where she wrapped her other leg around him. She could feel him bulging against her.
His tongue probed wildly within her mouth. She was breathless, her heart pounding erratically. He took her lower lip between his teeth and nipped sharply, and she gasped.
“Oh, god, please take me,” she begged him with the faintest of whispers in his ear.
Then she heard the grinding of stone against stone, and the two of them froze. Panic stricken, the two were unable to react, and the two of them were still tangled together as Luke and Logan emerged through the doorway.
The color drained from Logan’s face, and he dropped the paper grocery bag he was carrying. Inside it, glass shattered, and some liquid began to leak through the brown paper, seeping into the earthen floor.
“You son of a bitch,” Luke murmured, shaking his head.
Michael’s body went limp, and Allison slowly slipped downward until her feet touched the floor. He backed carefully away from her and turned meekly to face the two.
“Brothers, please, let me explain…” Michael tried
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