Free Agent on the Run (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III Page A

my own. Talk about a truth serum. These discs had to come off!
    Her eyes sparkled at me, “Why?”
    I gave her a look that said what I was thinking and she giggled. She was quite overwhelming and I found myself asking, “Does this thing have autopilot?”
    “Yes it’s already on it.” She said curiosity alive in her eyes as to what I was up to.
    My hand left her waist to reach over her shoulder to secure the front of her jaw to receive my kiss, which she responded to eagerly, but she soon grew restless with the difficulty of the angle of the kiss. I was about to force myself to stop because I feared that I was hurting her neck, when she abruptly broke contact and lifted up off the seat. What was she doing?
    Her body twisted then and before I knew it she was facing me with her thighs to either side of me. My head was the one seized this time in a metallic grasp that was firm without being painful, as flicker poured out all the depths of her yearning and desire in an open mouthed kiss that was beyond uninhibited. The kiss was great, but something occurred to me. God had said for me to be kind to her, but what about me? I felt completely powerless against her.
    She was suddenly laughing into my mouth, “Hmm what’s this? Afraid that I’ll take advantage of you?”
    “You spend more time in my head than you do in your own!” I groused out in response.
    Oh drat it! If she’d read that than she knew about what I’d asked God about her! I peeked an eye open to see hers open and she winked at me in full acknowledgment that she knew all. Couldn’t a guy have any secrets?
    She laughed again into my mouth. That really was a curious sensation, one that I rather liked.
    Her grasp of my head left and I opened my eyes to see her arms folded behind her back. Her eyes met mine and our lips were still sealed together as her thoughts invaded my mind, “It is not within me to ever hurt the man I love.”
    Her blue eyes reflected the truth of her words and I felt a surge of triumph course through me at her declaration. My hands found hers and my fingers intertwined with her metallic ones trustingly, as I experienced the most engrossing and highly pleasurable experience I had ever had while flying.
     
     

Chapter Eight
    Twisted Minds
    The craft disappeared as we stepped away from it. I reached out to make sure it was still there. It was.
    “Guess you have to be careful where you leave this thing. Let’s see, we’re in Lot C row 4.”
    Flicker just rolled her eyes and I chuckled.
    I followed after her, as she approached the deserted looking building that lay ahead of us. It really was cold and I was looking forward to getting inside, even if I wasn’t looking forward to what I might find.
    It hadn’t been so cold on the flight here, which had been heated in more than one way. I already missed the feel of Flicker’s soft lips, even though I’d been kissing her for hours. She looked back at me and gave me a rich smile.
    I shook my head, so help me I was going to pry these discs off my head with a knife if I had to!
     
    Flicker’s disposition changed the closer we got to the buildings and I began to feel the anxiety levels of her thoughts rise sharply. I couldn’t decipher what she thought like she could me, but I could tell how she was feeling and it wasn’t good.
    “I love you.” I said softly.
    She stopped and gave me a tremulous smile that had heartfelt gratitude in it.
    “Hey, if this place is bothering you so much how about we stop and pray about it?” I volunteered.
    Flicker gave the buildings a long look and then nodded her head. I pulled her head down to my shoulder and I spoke into her glorious hair near her ear. “Lord please make our mission a success. Whatever fears or threats this place may yet hold I pray that you would release us from them and strengthen us to do the task at hand in Jesus’s name amen.”
    Flicker pulled back crying from me, but she was smiling. She kissed me sweetly and then said,