HANS: Alliance Series Book Four(75)

With everything I need gathered, I slide my arms through the backpack straps, then hook the duffel over my head so it hangs cross body. It’s a more conspicuous look than when we came in but worth it.

“I can carry something,” Cassandra offers.

I point to the flashlight sitting on the edge of the bench. “You’re in charge of the light.”

Gentle fingers pick up the military-grade flashlight while I reach for the keyboard.

It only takes a few clicks to open the program I need.

I glance at my girl, taking in her beauty and remembering she said she trusted me, then I press three keys simultaneously.

One second passes and a warning beep sounds.

Another second, another beep.

A third second, and the ground below our feet vibrates.

The screen showing Cassandra’s house now shows a ball of fire.

Cassandra gasps. “Did you just blow up my house?”





CHAPTER 90





Cassie





Hans presses his large hand against my back. “Yes.”

Yes. He just says yes.

His hand applies pressure. “And we have about fifteen seconds left before mine blows.”

So much for always telling my house goodbye.

Then I register the rest of what he said and hurry to the exit.

My hands are still trembling from watching Hans in action upstairs, and it takes me two tries to get the flashlight on. When it illuminates the tunnel, I run.

The ceiling is low, the walls are narrow, and I hate running, but I felt that tremor from my house across the street. I don’t want to be underneath Hans’s house when it explodes next.

My heavy breathing is echoing through my ears, but I hear Hans behind me when he says, “Two… One…” Then he loops his big arm around my waist.

As soon as he has a hold of me, the world around us shakes. Our feet stop, and Hans pulls me into his body, bending over me. Shielding me.

But when there are no loud cracking sounds, and the tunnel stays intact, Hans urges me forward.





CHAPTER 91





Hans





Cassandra holds my hand the whole jog through the forest. And by the time we’re climbing back into the Prius, we can hear sirens.

We stay quiet, and I drive the speed limit for the few minutes it takes to get to the apartment building where we swapped vehicles.

I park in the opposite corner of the parking lot from my truck, and we take the long way around. Several people are outside, looking at the thick smoke rising from a few miles over. None of them are turned our way, but this way, if anyone notices us, they’ll just see two people walking through a parking lot, not suspiciously jumping out of one vehicle and into another moments after two houses blew up a few blocks away.

I toss the bags into the back seat and open the passenger door for Cassandra.

Her cheeks are still pink, and I wonder if she’s gonna be mad at me for burning down her house.

I hate the idea of her being mad at me.

With my hands on her hips, I help her into the truck, then shut the door and stride around to my side.

When I open my door, Cassandra has slid into the center seat.

I’m taking it as a good sign, because if she was angry, she wouldn’t want to sit next to me. Right?

Needing to touch her, I place my hand on Cassandra’s thigh as I drive us out of the parking lot.

She tenses under my touch.

Instead of pulling my hand away, I grip her harder. “Butterfly, I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know.” Her voice is breathy when she replies.

I glance down, and she has her hands gripped together in her lap.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” I tell her.

She squirms.

“And I’m sorry for blowing up your house.”

“Hans—” She puts her hand on my thigh.

“Just don’t be afraid of me.” Panic creeps into my chest, and my lungs start to burn. “I couldn’t take that. Please don’t⁠—”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Cassandra shoves my hand off her leg, and before I can stop her, she unbuckles her seat belt.

“Cassandra!” I snap. “Buckle up now.”

She twists toward me. “No.”

“You—” I start. But I stop because she’s reaching for my belt.

Delicate fingers jerk at the buckle, pulling it free.

“What—What are you doing?”

She undoes the button and jerks the zipper down. “Watching you…” She struggles to pull my hardening cock out of my pants. “God, Hans, I’m so fucking turned on. I can’t take it.”

Using both hands, she gets my dick free.

I make an unintelligible sound, not believing what’s happening.

“Just let me do this,” she begs.

Then she wraps her hand around my base and lowers her head into my lap.

When her lips wrap around the tip of my cock, I can’t stop my hips from lifting.

“Fuck,” I groan and nearly drive us into the ditch.

I force my eyes to stay on the road. But all my attention is on the girl who is suddenly sucking my cock like it’s the only thing she wants in life.