Runaway ✔

154 • Dana

"But..."

Pressing his lips to her shoulder, he continued his pace. "Just a little longer."

. . .

Right before the hikers raised their heads towards them, Juice came. A little too quick for Dana herself; the presence of other people called up a new sense of excitement and a part of her wished he continued. Still, she stepped back so she was out of sight.  

"I'll finish it within a minute," he said with a smirk, pulling her closer. "That stairs was rotten, they won't come up here."

Dana had seen the hikers were middle-aged, so she thought he was right. He kissed her. 

"Admit that you secretly liked the tension."

"I did," she said, biting his bottom lip. 

Maddox would never had done this, on a place where other people could hear or see them. Although he had been very inventive sexually, there had only been one time they had fucked outside his house; in a tent on a festival, their very first time. A quickie in a bird watching hut in the middle of the jungle would never have crossed his mind. 

Juice tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. Sweat drops glided down her temple. "Where else do you wanna do it?" he wiggled with his eyebrows. "What's your ultimate sex fantasy?"

Dana thought about it for a while. "I have no idea." She chuckled. "You sound like you got a whole bucket list."

"And this place wasn't even on it."

"Then what is?"

"A haunted house."

She laughed. "You wanna have sex in a haunted house?"

The smirk on his face looked stupid as he shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds like a new level of excitement." Slowly he moved his finger down her spine, holding her glance. "So? Where do you want me to make love with you?"

Dana thought about it. Or she was at least trying to, but she still wasn't used to that gorgeous body of him being pressed against hers, and his fingers that drove her wild, wherever they were touching her. 

"A church," she said with a smirk. "That's so wrong."

"You like to play with fire, huh?"  Laughing, he lifted her up. "You wanna bring down God's wrath upon us? I think we should wait with that until Maddox is dead." He put her down on the edge of the wooden fence. The hikers they had spotted, were gone. "Well, just pretend you're on a pulpit now."

Dana wrapped her arm around the wooden leg supporting the roof to keep herself from falling, while Juice crouched down in front of her. Her body was wobbling with rapture when his warm lips touched the skin that had only been touched by his fingers today. His tongue slid across her entrance and circled around her clit, and a high sound that sounded like his name, escaped her lips. 

The memory faded, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. It felt like Maddox had been with them the whole time, as if that conversation had been the reason they were here now. To make that fantasy come true – but not with the person she wanted. 

"Dana..." His voice sounded breathless as he spoke out her name. Very lightly his vingers brushed her arm, but Dana ignored him and looked around. 

"Dana!" Juice's voice sounded desperate, but it was the fact that he was still alive that hit her the most. She ran towards him, fell on her knees beside him and stroked his face. 

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

He looked at her. Even though she had seen him being in panic several times, his eyes had never been as restless as now. "You have to go. He – he..."

Her thumb brushed his lips to silence him. "It's okay."

Inwardly, she cringed because of those words. But she had to be strong, she had to show Maddox she had made her choice. Bluff might be the only way to get Juice out of here alive. She started to unloose the ropes around his legs and wrists.

"Listen to me baby," she said as he sat up straight, dazed. He stared past her, probably to Maddox who hadn't intervened. But Dana knew him. He was more impressed by her calmness than by her tears. Stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers, she lowered her voice. "Listen, baby. I love you, Juice. That will never change. I love you more than anything in the world and that's why I need to do this. Maddox promised me not to kill you if I go with him. So that's what I will do."

Despite the confidence she had faked, her lips started to quiver. Oh god. I don't want to let him go. 

"The past months were the best of my life and I am grateful for every single minute." She swallowed with difficulty as Juice's eyes were filled with tears. 

"No... No, you can't do that to me, Dane." He grabbed her hand. "Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you, I don't wanna live without you. Not... not when that monster..."

Fingers pierced her shoulder. "That's enough."

Maddox' voice sounded grim. Dana suspected that he had imagined their reunion in a different way; she had ignored his presence and he was losing his patience now. 

Dana knew she was taking an enormous risk, but she couldn't stop herself. She tore away from Maddox' grasp, held Juice's face with both of her hands and reached out to his lips for the very last time. It was a short, salty kiss and the ending of it tore her apart. 

As she stood up, pressing her eyelashes, tears rolled down. Sobbing, Dana took a deep breath. Then she turned away her head and placed her hand in the hand that Maddox held out to her.

In silence she walked with him to the entrance, trying to banish the grief from her heart, ignoring Juice's screams, his cries. Keep him alive, she prayed.  Please keep him alive. Don't let him come after us.

But right before they left the cathedral, Maddox pulled a gun, turned around and fired. 

Wildly, she spun around. Her eyes widened and a horrible pain shred her heart to pieces. A scream raised himself from the depths of her soul, growing into a cry in which al her emotions were bundled.