The last chapter's feedback was so nice, how could I not add another? ;)
You can thank/curse Rumpole for the poem. I don't do poetry and was planning to weasel by the details, but he insisted it was necessary.
Hopefully this gives more closure.
Enjoy x
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Softly whistling, Michael exited the lift and saw the mail on his doorstep.
"Thank you, God," he breathed, pocketing the padded envelope and using his key to scan into the apartment. The décor was mostly blue slate and steel grey, his favourite colour scheme, similar to his room at the island mansion.
Kicking off his boots by the door, the marble-tiled floor was refreshingly cool on his feet. Michael looked to the bare kitchen, then at the packet in his hand, perplexed by the decision to be made.
"What to feed..." he muttered, debating his hungers. Though he was rather famished,
the delivery parcel won. It would feed him more than once and he wouldn't be able to concentrate on assembling dinner knowing it was there, waiting.
Michael fiddled with his phone until a soft beat thudded from the ceiling speakers. Yanking the sleek t-shirt over his head, he sat at a long, glass table and eagerly opened his laptop. He emptied the packet into his hand, a small USB fell into his palm with a sticky-note attached.
'Best I could do, E. We're even.'
Michael shrugged with bored acknowledgement. He'd called in an owed favour for a personal cause, and his contact wasn't impressed; thinking it was a big risk on their part for a rather petty payoff. But the payoff wasn't petty to Michael.
Connecting the USB and opening the file, Michael held his breath, his pupils rapidly dilating when the screen filled with a surveillance image. What seemed like a still picture was suddenly a video when Carina jogged into view, and Michael's chest tightened with excitement and longing.
The footage was greyscale, but the picture was clear, and that was what mattered. With her hair in a tight, high ponytail, Carina steadily jogged to the end of the gym. It was clearly not her first round, her loose tank adhered to her body with sweat. The hem was tucked in, so she'd probably been doing wall handstands. Her arms were always toned, but they appeared distinctly strengthened with lean muscle. The small gym shorts hid her great ass, but her long legs...
Michael softly growled when she turned the curve and he got a clear view of her face. Pausing the video, he zoomed in. She looked exhausted, determined, and fucking beautiful as ever. Zooming back out to resume the footage, he watched her, his little energizer bunny prancing for a cause; to indefinitely avoid him. Michael didn't care she was workout-sweaty; he would love nothing more than to pin her down and give her a tongue bath.
Carina glanced to someone off screen and nodded, slowing to a standstill, resting her hands on her hips, her chest expanding while catching her breath. She didn't look resentful or defeated; her posture was upright, in control, like she could have easily kept going.
Michael's muscular upper body tensed as his hand found his cock, appetite forgotten. He'd have to get takeout, because there was no way he would cook anything, now. Tightening his hand around the increasing girth of his shaft, Michael's breath hissed through his teeth while he watched her. She was so fucking adorable.
Michael smiled tenderly; his eyelids heavy with lust as he remembered burying himself inside Carina and thrusting to a powerful climax. The thick length pulsing in his hand was once deliciously enveloped in her sweet cunt, her dismayed mouth parting deliciously against his hungry lips. Once, not so long ago, that delectable girl was under him, on top of him, in his mouth. He subdued her easily, fucked her senseless and made her cum. And he'll do it again.
Michael swore under his breath when a very tall man entered frame.
It was Gavin, wearing a grey tracksuit like a fucking kid's soccer coach. All he needed was a cheap whistle to complete the outfit. Michael watched him walk right up to Carina and hand her water. She didn't stiffen angrily or shrink from his proximity. She gladly accepted the offering, chugging the drink while Gavin playfully traced the long dark strands of Carina's ponytail, the gesture naturally intimate.
Michael again zoomed on Carina's face, disliking like the way she smiled invitingly at Gavin, toying with the bottle opening with her teeth, sexual interest in her eyes. Michael's jaw clenched as they walked off together, like a couple. It was obvious to anyone who might be watching that they clicked.
Gavin and Carina's personalities were polar opposite. It was an uncertain match that would either bomb or succeed; there was no in-between. And by some unfair miracle, they fucking succeeded.
Michael hoped Gavin would fail to connect with Carina and discard her as an intolerable brat. But Gavin, who never fucked around with women, somehow found patience for Carina's mischievous nature. On the flip-side, Michael hoped Carina would find Gavin's self-discipline dull and abandon him, but instead she had taken to Gavin's steadfast character.
After being immersed in a world of brooding, dark-eyed Latinos, he supposed Gavin's light hair, pale-blue eyes and fair complexion was something of a novelty to Carina. Whilst Michael was aware of being quite blessed in the looks department, he still wished Gavin wasn't so damn attractive.
And sometimes, when he was feeling particularly fanciful, Michael hoped Carina might regret not choosing him for a partner. It wasn't an impractical fantasy since they'd travelled in close quarters for years, 24 hours at a time. They never fought; they were always laughing and enjoying themselves together. She once accepted his guardianship as a natural way of life.
There were just those little hiccups of killing her boyfriend, drugging and kidnapping her, and forcing her into his bed. The fact she now hated his guts was a bit of a hurdle.
But there was a silver lining. Gavin would always be conscious of being tailed and could never settle down with Carina. Michael was glad for it; he felt a sick gratification that he partially held their lives hostage. When he ambushed Carina at the hotel and she tauntingly expressed an interest in motherhood, it was, as she intended, like a stab to his heart.
But Michael could trust Gavin to protect Carina from other dangers. It was like having a very reliable baby-sitter to mind Carina while he worked, and Michael had to stay occupied. There was no point being idle when Gavin and Carina were sheltered. Once they finished up at the facility, Michael's contact would notify him, and the chase would resume.
Until then...
Michael sighed deeply, hit 'replay' and began to jerk off in earnest.
***
"What are you looking at?" Carina panted, as Gavin thoughtfully considered the security camera.
"Nothing," he murmured, still staring with his eyes slightly narrowed.
"I know that look," she pouted. "What's wrong?"
"Honestly, Carrie, it's nothing."
"Fine. Don't tell me," she huffed, moving to a standing quad stretch.
Gavin sighed. "I don't trust everyone here, that's all. Don't worry, we're safe," he reassured her, when she looked alarmed. "But when we do eventually leave here, it's going to be without notice and in the middle of the night."
"Oh," she said blankly, following Gavin from the indoor track.
"It's getting easier, right?" he asked as they entered the changerooms.
"Yup," Carina answered, her cheeks still glowing bright red. "I think I'm ready to mix things up. Can we-?"
"No," Gavin chuckled, leading her to the shower stalls. "Fitness before combat. I'm pleased with your progress, but you have to be patient."
"I am patient!" she argued, feeling her already racing heartbeat accelerate as Gavin began to undress.
"Good," he replied, settling the matter in his aggravating way.
Carina indulgently bit her lip, her eyes glowing as Gavin discarded his jacket and his shirt quickly followed over his head, sexily tousling his blonde hair.
"Mm," Carina purred under her breath, feeling suddenly hot all over at the shirtless sight of him. When Gavin dropped his pants, she felt slightly giddy in the presence of man that looked like he'd stepped straight out of a male model catalogue.
