Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Go on.” He nods to the stairs.
“What? No way am I going down there.”
He smiles at me again, then pulls me into his arms and takes my mouth in a deep kiss. I melt into him, forgetting about the door and everything else. He does that to me. When he pulls back I’m breathing heavily.
“I’ll lead the way,” he says.
I tug on his hand and then look down. “You’ll lead the way with pants.”
His hard cock is pressing against me and though this doesn’t feel like the moment, I could really go for another round with him right now.
“Pants. But then I want more naked time,” he says, giving me a wink.
He walks back to our room and a second later appears with sweats hanging low on his hips. I’m tempted to tell him to get a shirt, too, but I like the view myself.
He descends the stairs into the darkness, and then I see a light come on. Looking down I see him holding a flashlight in one hand and holding out his other hand to me. Without hesitation I take his hand and go down the stairs. I trust him with my life, so even though it may seem crazy, I follow him into the creepy basement.
Looking around, it doesn’t appear to be any different than a normal storage area. Lots of metal equipment lines the walls, along with a few old kegs and tubes that are left behind from the brewery.
Then Owen walks over to one corner, where a pallet holds up a stack of empty kegs. He crouches down to the floor and reaches under the pallet, pulling out a rope. He moves an industrial black mat to reveal a small set of tracks indented in the floor. He pulls at the rope and I brace myself for the inevitable avalanche of kegs, causing certain head injuries to the both of us. Instead, the pallet moves smoothly, with everything piled on top of it intact.
The whole thing comes about two feet forward and nothing falls. I’m amazed, and after taking a closer look, it looks like all of the kegs have been welded together, forming one huge wall. He, or somebody, has gone to an enormous amount of trouble to hide the door to the tunnels.
“Are you going to come look at this or what?”
He winks at me standing behind the wall of kegs he just moved, waiting for me. In the cinderblock basement wall next to him is another door. It isn’t very visible and there aren’t handles to give it away, but when Owen leans against the blocks, the hidden door swings inward, revealing the secret tunnel.
I walk over and stand next to him, staring off into the darkness.
“So this is how it’s done? This is how you carry out attacks against the Regime?” I glance at him, feeling unsure about all this now. I don’t like the idea of anyone getting hurt on either side.
“And get much-needed supplies that we don’t have access to. We also use it to communicate with allies on the inside and help people on both sides disappear if the Regime is looking for them.”
My uncertainty starts to slip away at his words. “Where does it come out on the other side?”
“The library basement. Our ally on the other side, The Librarian, helps us. We don’t know her real name and she doesn’t know any of ours. It’s safer that way.”
“You mean in case this tunnel is discovered and she’s brought in for questioning? She can’t rat you out?”
“It means that the less information she has, the less likely she is of being executed for treasonous acts against The Regime.”
“I don’t like being affiliated with the Insurgence,” I admit.
I like some of what the group does. Getting goods needed on this side is one thing I agree with. I just don’t care for some of the violence that I know can go along with it. It’s hard for me to swallow. I’ve spent my life either healing people or learning how to heal them. Violence isn’t a part of who I am.
Owen stares at me as if thinking his words over. “Do you still want to provide a black-market service to the elites? Because if you do, you’re part of the Insurgence whether you like it or not.” He pulls me into him and bends closer. One of his hands goes between my legs and strokes me possessively. “And you are more than affiliated with the Insurgence.”
I gasp at the sensation and try to pull away, but he holds me tighter and tugs at the neckline of my shirt. His mouth goes to my bare shoulder and he sucks hard, marking me as his hand dips down inside my shorts. He strokes me while he sucks on me and I’m lost in his control. My body is wound tight and within seconds, I’m coming apart in his hand and crying out his name.