Page 24 of First Time Rush
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Forty-eight hours since I had her under my tongue. My hands haven't stopped shaking once.
I isolated myself for too long. Maybe that's why I fell so hard and so fast. Maribelle. May. She chipped at the walls around me, and the whole goddamn thing just collapsed at once.
There was no buildup, no easing into it. I was fucking gone over this girl, and it makes zero sense, but I don't care.
This little thing has already torn up my otherwise orderly life, and I've spent all of thirty minutes with her.
Fuck.
All I know right now is I need to get to her. Whatever it costs, I'll deal with Victor. But first, I need to get my May behind my walls before sunrise.
"Ready, boss?" Allister comes in the office door as I'm shoving my fists through the sleeves of my leather jacket. I'd considered taking my Glock. Allister talked me down. Probably agood idea. One look at that slick dick's face, and I'd repaint it for him.
But I can't be there for May if I'm the one serving time, so I locked my 9mm back in the floor safe.
I don't think my dick has slept at all since I tasted her.
Fuck if she didn't brand her flavor on me with one lick. Fresh. Earthy. Sweet underneath, like she's been baking all day. I'm half out of my mind thinking about getting her under my tongue again.
And finally claiming her as my own.
I want her body around my cock. I can practically feel it already. Sounds like complete bullshit, but it's true. I'm forty-three years old, and I've never tasted a woman before her. Never fucked one either. I shut that part of me down a long time ago. Got easier with time to forget it ever existed.
But May has awakened the beast, and I'm almost afraid for her. When the time comes, the wordgentlewon't be in my vocabulary.
Allister's holding the door open as I stride out of the office. I barely notice the thick crowd filling the club. My mind is locked on one thing, and that’s getting to May.
I'm running through the way this might play out when we get to the estate where she… what? Lives? Is being held? It's secured, I'm sure, but I'll tear down the fucking walls to get to her if I have to. Failure isn't an option.
Allister is on my heels as we cut through the kitchen noise and out the back door into the alley. I hit the door so hard it snaps my wrists back with a jolt of pain. A blast of icy wind hits me, and for a moment the darkness blinds me.
The shapes of a few cars in the back alley come into focus. The hushed voices of a couple making their way down the street toward the front of the building. The wind whistling between buildings. That's all I hear besides the voice in my head.
May. May. May.
"The car's waiting." Allister steps in front of me, and I follow.
The tips of my fingers are shaking. My heart is thudding against my chest wall. Each breath becomes a shudder on the way out. I break into a run. I can't do this slow, it needs to be hard and fast and done before I lose my fucking mind.
When we get to the car, I stop as Allister opens the door, but stay standing outside. My phone is dinging a sound it doesn't usually make. Out of breath, I dig into my inner jacket pocket and pull out my personal phone. The screen is black. I touch the button. It lights up. No calls, no texts. What the fuck?
Then I remember.
Fuck.
I reach around, slapping my hand on each of my pockets until I find the other phone. The one I forgot I stuffed in my jacket this morning. The one I have connected to the tracking app on the phone I gave May.
I hit the button, and the alert pops up. The tracker is on, and she's on the move.
I'm pulling up the map when the scream cuts through the night. My blood goes cold. At the same instant, the map loads. A blinking red dot.
May.
The screaming has stopped, silenced maybe, but I don't want to think about that. I'm locked on like a viper. My feet slam the pavement. Allister shouts something from behind me as I turn and race away from the car.
