Page 25 of Saving Grace

She shivered in a way that told me she was hovering on the edge of the precipice, waiting for her chance to fly.

I changed rhythm, grinding into her as I pressed my lips against hers and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She started moving, rocking her hips, fucking me back.

Digging her nails into my ass.

I could feel her pussy milking me. I pressed deeper.

My stomach muscles tightened.

She tore her mouth away from mine.

“God, Atticus. Keep fucking me, just like that,” she begged prettily.

Every muscle in her body tensed as she moaned, “Ohh,” she whispered. I felt her orgasm. Wet and warm.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock.

That was it. My cum shot out filling her pussy. The feeling was dizzying. I immediately wanted to feel it again.

I guess she did too.

We stayed connected. We kept moving together.

Grace

I laid still as the dead, waiting for Atticus’ steady breathing to assure me that he was sleeping soundly. When he started to snore, I slid to the edge of the bed. Holding my breath, I threw my legs over the side of the mattress, then eased myself to my feet.

Atticus thought he was slick. Thought that I was the same naïve seventeen-year-old girl he’d left behind, he was mistaken.

I stared down at him sleeping peacefully. Sadness skated over my skin. I wanted to be with him, but the moment he’d disregarded my free will and tried to force me to stay, I knew I couldn’t.

Just the suggestion had triggered memories of the years I'd spent in my mother’s house.

I had already lived too much of my life locked away, under the thumb of a man. I refused to go through that again. Not even for Atticus.

Him trying to use guilt and sex to coerce me cemented that fact that I couldn’t stay. It made me sad to think that Atticus had turned out to be like all the other men I knew, manipulative and self-serving.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, chasing away sorrow. It was time to go.

I turned and tiptoed over to his dresser, opened it, and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of his basketball shorts. Next I went over to where I’d hid my bag. Tank had allowed me to keep it. He should have searched for it and me. He thought he was doing something when he took my cell phone.

I didn’t need that anyway, just needed my ID’s, my keys, and my cash. Next, I slid my feet into a pair of Nike slides I found in the closet. My feet were swimming in them but they were better than what I had. I’d lost one of my own shoes somewhere between Atticus’ office to Tanks SUV earlier. I still couldn’t believe a restaurant full of staff had watched me being kidnapped without a word. That was crazy. I definitely couldn't live that type of life. Not after surviving it once. Not even a bird lived long in cages, even if they were gilded.

I hurried to the bathroom. It took a minute to remove the large gold standing mirror from in front of the window I’d opened earlier. I wanted to make sure it had no alarm and didn’t want to close it just in case one was activated later, so I slid the mirror in front of the window and hoped Atticus hadn’t noticed. Thank God he didn’t.

I knew I wouldn’t get far if I tried to run while everybody in the house was awake. I was only on the second floor. I had climbed enough trees to know I wasn’t high enough up to be hurt so I jumped, landing on my knees, a sharp pain ran down my legs. I had to shake it off. I took off running at a steady pace.

Dawn had just broken so there was enough light for me to see. I had paid attention on the ride there so I knew where I was. I was only a few blocks away from a Motel 6. I could go there and hide until I figured out what to do.

When I finally walked into the hotel lobby, I was beyond pissed. My feet hurt like hell. The hotel ended up being three miles further away than I’d anticipated and I was in no shape to be walking. I arrived around just before eight in the morning. Beads of sweat clung to my forehead as I leaned over the receptionist desk trying to catch my breath. The hotel clerk had an attitude.

“May I help you?” She didn’t bother to hide the annoyance in her voice, but fuck her, I was tired. I didn’t acknowledge her until my breathing returned to normal.

I pulled out the ID and credit card with a name I hadn’t used since I’d left my momma and her husband's house and handed it to her. Molly Cruise, it was a name so far removed from my own. Which suited me well for about a year.

I managed to check in without hassle and the first thing I did was take a shower to wash Atticus’ scent from my skin. Smelling like him was driving me mad. Made me think of him and when I thought of him I felt guilty about leaving, but he hadn’t exactly given me a choice, had he?

He was trying to take away my freedom, I couldn’t live like that again, I’d had enough of that living in my mom’s twisted house of horrors.