Free Hostage by N.S. Moore Page A

out of the mall as easily as I planned, I’d be lifting her skirt and shoving her panties aside again and sinking all the way into her pussy.
    My cock twitches, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s actually grinding against me.
    I’m not gonna lie. I’m a guy and I like sex. A lot. And fucking Wren last night was pretty fucking incredible. I can only imagine what it would’ve been like if we were somewhere other than a damp, disgusting basement of a mall.
    She moves again and actually purrs. It sounds like she’s still asleep, but, damn, I like the sounds she makes almost as much as I like the way she fucks.
    I can’t focus on that right now. My cock is so hard it’s not even funny, but I’ve got to wake her up and find a way out of here. I don’t want to stay around town, and I certainly don’t want to be moving around outside in broad daylight. Besides the fact that we don’t have any mode of transportation, I’m sure that by now, Wren’s face is all over the news and people are looking for her.
    I’m hoping that my face isn’t out there. I’d like to think that I kept a low profile for the bank cameras, and I certainly used Wren as a shield as we were trying to get out of the bank—hopefully no one has an accurate description.
    And hopefully the cops and the media are more concerned with finding Deke, since he’s responsible for murdering Axl and the woman he had taken as his shield. Surely a double murder is of more importance than bank robbery and kidnapping.
    Crap, I can’t even believe this shit.
    “Wren,” I say a little too roughly and give her a nudge. She hums next to me but doesn’t wake up. “Wren!” I say a little louder. She turns and looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are sleepy, and it’s hard not to appreciate that incredibly gorgeous.
    All I can think about is fucking her again.
    “Get up,” I say instead, as I force myself to stand up.
    “What time is it?” she asks sleepily, stretching and yawning.
    “It’s late. We must have overslept. I’m already hearing people moving around upstairs.” I get up and begin to pace. “I thought we’d sleep for a couple of hours and be out of here before dawn.”
    “What’s the big deal?”
    Is she fucking kidding me? “Wren,” I say, trying to sound patient when all I want to do is shake her. “The mall is open. People are moving around upstairs, and it’s daylight now. Do you really think that we’re going to just wander out of here without being seen? Do you think it’s going to be easy to just walk down the fucking road without someone spotting us?”
    “Oh. I didn’t think of that.”
    “Yeah. Obviously.”
    She glares at me over her shoulder. “Look, it wasn’t my job to be the damn alarm clock, so don’t be an asshole about it. This is your great escape—not mine!”
    Reaching out, I grab her arm and yank her close. “Correction, it’s our escape, or don’t you remember our deal from last night?”
    I think she paled. I can’t be sure because the lighting down here pretty much sucks, and we’re mostly in the shadows.
    She pulls free. “Fine. So what’s the plan?”
    “I don’t think we can go out the same way we came in. If anyone’s up at the pizza place, they’re going to be in the kitchen and they’ll see us.”
    “What’s our other option?”
    “We go out the door in the corner which leads down a long corridor. At the end of it, we’ll hit a staircase that should lead to the outside.”
    “Okay, so why wasn’t that our first option?”
    “Because it could be locked. And we have no idea what’s waiting on the other side of that door. It could be clear of any people, or it could be where any number of rent-a-cops are hanging out having a coffee break. It’s risky.”
    “No more so than the pizza place,” she said.
    I know she’s right, but I hate the whole going-into-the-unknown aspect of it. I look over at her. “You’re going to have to be prepared to run. Even if there’s no one