Part 52

Part 52: A tad Explicit, beginning only

Legs shaking uncontrollably, he lays me on my side to switch positions. I can tell yall this, I was ready to tap-out but he wasn't having it. Picking up the pace, biting my ear he asks, "if it only belongs to him". Refusing to back down, I push it back on him asking the same question just dirtier. At this point it's more like a battle of dominance and I had no choice but to give in. After 4-5 additional orgasms, I reached my peak. I was unable to me but still being able to scream out his name, telling him it's all his.

Wrapped up in his arms once again, I wanted more but there's no way I could deal. A shower was in order, some soaking was in order, and most definitely food was needed. Drifting off into a calm sleep, we were woken by loud banging at the door. Eric put on some pants, grabbed his gun, and I wasn't too far behind him. When he opened the door he was on one side and I the other, but it was only Jerome. He sound like he just ran up 100 flights of stairs with not rest. Eric pulled him in and pushed him towards the sofa while I grabbed him water and a towel. Jerome got his breathing down at a decent pace where we could understand what he was saying, "we have to get out of here, Shawn and Mike are died, they were shot by a sniper while standing on the balcony."

"Jerome, you're not making any sense. We're here on vacation not business, which means the information made up by the agency has never been used before. I'm a used car salesman and you're a teacher. They wouldn't have known we were even in Paris."

Jerome looked at him out of the side of his eyes with his lips turned up. He broke down what he found out like this; no one would know we're here but we have another mole on the team. He asked me who was I, since this didn't start happening until I came along. I didn't get a chance to defend myself before Eric yanked him up by his collar. I'm yelling and fighting with him to put Jerome down. Telling him that I can defend myself, to only help when he sees I'm getting my ass kicked, and there's no sign of me regaining control. I explained myself to Jerome, then asked him if he was the mole. He told me he's from the same side of the tracks I'm from and would never turn on his Country. His father and father's father fought to protect this Country, and he plans to do the same. Jerome turns his sights on Eric, I step back because he's on his own with this one. Jerome told Eric he would never accuse him and knows it's not him but he doesn't know what to do or who to trust.

Packing a few items that we could actually use while on the run from God only knows who. Eric gave us both directions; never to lose sight of one another, the three of us will always be together. There's a safe house about 30 miles southwest, as long as the three of us make it there, we'll have enough guns, ammo, and food to last us for a little over two years. Jerome interrupted and made a valid point, if he knows about the safe house he's pretty sure someone from the team would know as well. Eric reassured is that the house is his great great grandfather's. No one knows about this house but the three of us, adding that the organization don't know because the great great grandfather he learned about, wasn't in the same bloodline. It was his great great grandmother's lover, not her husband. He said he stocks up and refreshes everything everytime he came over the pond. Both of us feeling more secure about the plan, we all set ourselves in motion.

Jerome went to gather everyone and show them what to pack. As the door closed, I grabbed Eric and told him that I needed to wash up really quick because I can't be on the run smelling like pure sex. He started laughing, pushed me in the bathroom and started to grab all of the small liquor bottles he could. He stated there's a lot of alcoholics everywhere and he was sure we could use them as payment if needed. As soon as I finished getting dressed Jerome and the other three teammates rushed in the room. Almost instantly, there were bullets coming through our room's window, buzzing past our heads. Hitting the ground the only way we knew how, we crawled into the hallway with Eric as our lead. This is when it started getting deep.