27. Melissa

CHAPTER 27

MELISSA

MELISSA (STILL THE SAME DAY – ONTO PLAN C!

T he van careened around another sharp bend, the tires squealing as Marko gripped the wheel with white-knuckled determination. I glanced in the side mirror and saw the two SUVs still hot on our trail. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild rhythm that echoed the chaos outside.

"Can't you go any faster?" I shouted over the roar of the engine, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline.

Marko's jaw was set, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"I'm trying, Melissa!" he snapped back, the tension in his voice mirroring my own.

I gripped the edge of my seat as I scanned the road ahead, looking for alternative escape routes, every bump and jolt making me more acutely aware of the thin line we were riding between safety and disaster.

There was nothing for it. We needed to move to plan C.

My voice was shaky, but determined as I radioed Miki again. "Miki, Plan B hasn't worked, it's time to get serious. We need to move to plan C."

"On it," he replied, his tone clipped. "Take the next left and head through the village. There's a rendezvous point a few minutes away."

Miki fired off more instructions about what to do next as Marko followed his directions, winding through the narrow country roads until we reached the edge of the village. We ducked down a side street, where two of Miki's guys stood waiting in overalls. With seconds to spare, they swiftly peeled off the catering signs and customised plates, turning it into a generic white van.

Marko nodded at me, his face tense. "Time to switch rides."

We ripped off our balaclavas and jumped out. Marko quickly slapped a helmet on my head before donning his own. Climbing onto the waiting motorbike, he gestured for me to get on behind him.

The guys eased the van back onto the road just as the two SUVs roared into the village. Although the van's appearance had changed, it still looked the same from behind and the SUVs kept tailing it.

Yes, it was working. Relief poured through me as we watched the vehicles pass us by. Miki's guys were a good distance ahead of the SUV's now and so hopefully by the time the MP's security caught up, and saw there were no catering signs and two different people inside, they'd realise they had been duped and give up.

A few minutes later, Marko pulled out and headed in the same direction. There was no other way out of the village, except the way we'd come and that was not an option as we needed to get out of the area fast.

However, once we were through the village, the plan was to let the van go ahead onto the motorway and lead the SUVs away, then for us to continue along the country road which ran parallel to the motorway for several miles. Once we saw the SUV's end their pursuit, we were to join the motorway at the next junction and head home.

However, yet again, luck was not playing nice, and we rounded a bend to discover a set of temporary traffic lights and unexpected roadworks up ahead had caused the traffic to stop and a long queue to form. Our guys were near the front and the SUV's near the back with just a few cars between us and them.

Oh hell!

My heart pounded as I watched a guy get out of one of the SUV's and run to the front of the van. As realisation dawned that it wasn't their target, the guy rushed back to the vehicles, screaming something into his walkie talkie. He stopped and scanned the road around him, his eyes taking in our bike and I knew without a doubt that he had somehow recognised us

A few seconds later, both vehicles made a U turn and headed back our way.

Panic surged through me. "Marko, they're coming!" I screamed.

"I see them, honey. Hold tight," he replied before driving up the narrow lay-by and past the line of traffic. Several shots rang out just missing us. Thankfully, our position made it difficult to get a clear shot.

I couldn't believe that despite being on a motorbike instead of in a van, somehow we had been recognised. Probably it was the outfits and backpacks. We had been supposed to turn our jackets inside out to chance their look, but in the excitement, we'd forgotten. Miki was going to have something to say about that later I was sure.

Marko gunned the bike through the lights just as they were turning green and sped past the vehicles in front. Angry horns blasted at us, but they were the least of our concerns.

I held on tight as we sped along a long stretch of road heading towards another slip road for the motorway, praying we could make it there before the SUVs caught up and started firing again.

More horns blasted, and I checked over my shoulder, gasping as I saw the two SUVs quickly gaining on us as they overtook the vehicles behind.

Tearing along the country lanes, my heart pounded, sweat ran down my back, making my top cling to me. My arms ached from my death grip on Marko's waist. It was a wonder he could breathe; I was clinging to him like a limpet, scared I might fall off at any minute.

I might have actually enjoyed the thrill of riding at top speed on the back of a bike with Marko if we weren't being chased and I hadn't been so bloody terrified. Right now, all I could think of was getting off the thing as soon as possible, and preferably in one piece.

I heard Marko radioing Miki through his helmet again, and I guessed Miki must have been getting frantic as Marko gave a sarky reply.

"Nah, thought I'd add some danger into the mix! Spice things up a bit!" he drawled sarcastically.

I could almost see Miki bristle with annoyance at that. I would smile if the situation wasn't so dangerous.

My nerves were fraught, and I kept checking over my shoulder horrified that the MP's men were gaining on us.

"Marko! They're getting closer!" I screamed.

More shots rang out and Marko swerved, weaving along the road in an attempt to keep us from being hit.

Thank God we had Escape Plan D and several others if needed. I was thorough when planning a heist and escape, but Miki was even more so. Although I initially thought the number of scenarios he planned for was overkill, I was now glad he did. I couldn't get off this bike fast enough.

A minute later, we pulled onto the next slip road to the motorway with the SUVs in hot pursuit. Holding on as if my life depended on it, which it did, I screamed as Marko weaved in and out of traffic, changing lanes to stop them from gaining on us.

Suddenly Marko, shot between two lorries as one overtook the other before crossing multiple lanes onto another bit of motorway.

Fuck! Shit! Geez! We barely missed being pulverised by a lorry.

Marko's laughter rang out, and I realised he was actually bloody enjoying this.

"I'm never getting on a bike with you again!" I screamed.

The madman just laughed harder.

"Oh, come on, honey. If we weren't being shot at, you know you would love this," he said, his body vibrating with amusement.

When I thought about it, he was probably right, but I wasn't going to tell him that. The guy didn't need any further encouragement to do more crazy shit right now.

"Psycho!" I shouted, biting back a chuckle before it could betray me.

One of the SUVs gained on us, and the passenger fired a shot. They were much closer now, and the next shot grazed my helmet. Fuck sake! That was way too close for comfort. I almost peed my pants.

We swerved across lanes again, just managing to avoid more shots. We had almost passed the next junction, but just as the SUV pulled into the lane beside us, Marko tugged us sharply to the left and onto the slip road and off the motorway.

The SUV beside us couldn't follow. The security guard in the passenger seat, who had been shooting, shouted and cursed as we whizzed by out of firing range. Thank God for that!

But we weren't in the clear yet. The other SUV which had fallen behind was now headed onto the slip road in pursuit of us.

"The other one's still on our tail," I shouted to Marko.

"Don't worry, we'll lose them in the tunnel," he replied, before barking off instructions to Miki.

We headed along an expressway and headed towards a tunnel up ahead. As we approached a large lorry, Miki slowed to match the vehicle's speed, and I watched in amazement as the back opened, descending to form a ramp. Geez, this was like something out of Mission Impossible or the Fast and Furious movies.

Lights came on inside as Marko drove the bike straight up and onto a bike rack, stopping and clipping it in place as the makeshift ramp closed behind us.

Romi was driving the lorry and called our helmets to check if we were okay. Thankfully, he confirmed that, as expected, we'd lost the SUV in the tunnel and we were finally heading home to the Estate.

"Thank fuck for that!" I cried in relief, jumping off the bike as soon as I could and removing my helmet.

That was a close call. Either of us could have been hurt, or worse. I was shaking with adrenaline, the fear of the last few hours turning to elation at having finally got away.

Despite having just pried myself off him, I was suddenly gripped with an overwhelming need to be close to Marko again.

Mr Sexy Nerd obviously felt the same as he grabbed me, kissing me like he couldn't get enough, grabbing my ass and grinding his erection against me. He was frantic, and so was I.

Wild with need, he pulled down the zip of my jumpsuit, reaching inside to squeeze my breasts before taking my mouth again. The kiss deepened, and I fought back a moan. Marko's touch was electric. It felt like I was burning up for him, every part of me on fire. I always felt a burning need for Marko, but this was beyond that.

Nearly losing someone you care about always heightened your emotions, but when it happened in a dangerous situation with adrenaline pumping, it obviously heightened them even more until you needed reassurance, confirmation that you were both alive. This frantic need was that for us. I needed to touch him as much as he did me, to know we survived.

Panting hard, we broke apart, still touching, not wanting to lose contact. Marko lifted my leg, and pulled off my boot, then did the same with the other, tossing them aside. Pushing my jumpsuit off my shoulders, he quickly stripped me of that, kissing and touching each part of my body as he exposed me to him.

When I stood completely naked before him, I turned the tables on my sexy Russian and pulled his clothing off.

As soon as I'd divested him of his boxers, Marko grabbed me, turning me so my back was pressed to his front. Squeezing my breasts from behind, his fingers kneaded the flesh, moulding them in his palms while he nibbled my neck. His hands and hot breath on my body drove me insane until I felt feverishly desperate for him.

Holding me close, his erection pressing against my lower back, he pinched my nipples as he walked me toward the bike. My thighs were slick with my juices, and my pussy pulsed with need.

"Mount!" he commanded. That sexy Russian accent came out in full force, and I shivered and quickly obeyed.

If any other man ordered me around during intimacy, I would have told him where to go, but with Marko, I loved it. As long as he only did it during sex, I could handle that. I was far too independent to allow him to dominate me outside of the bedroom. But inside, well, my sexy Russian could bring it on!

Marko climbed on behind me still holding me tightly against him as if he couldn't bear to let me go even a little.

"Grab the handles!" he commanded again, pushing me forward.

When I did what I was told, he lowered his hands to my hips, moving me where he wanted me, and I let him.

It felt so very decadent to be straddling the bike wet and naked like this.

Covering me with his body, Mr Sexy Nerd slipped one hand around to the front of me again to play with my nipples. First one, then the other, while his other hand slipped between my wet folds and his cock ground between my cheeks.

"So wet," he whispered breathlessly, nuzzling my ear, his hands working their magic.

Our movements sped up as we ground our bodies together, and he nipped and licked at my neck. Fisting my ponytail, he pulled my head back, exposing my neck further while he continued to play with my clit. Biting and sucking hard, where my neck and shoulder met, I realised he was marking me. I was going to have a hickey! My eyes widened, and I clamped my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from giggling.

I was a grown woman, not a silly teenager, so I should not be happy about that, but I was. Some primal part of me loved the fact that this gorgeous man wanted me and wanted everyone to know it by marking me as his.

The thought made me even wetter, and I moaned, grinding against his fingers as I neared my release. A sheen of sweat burst out on my skin and I shuddered as it hit me.

Oh my god, that was so good, and he isn't even finished!

Grasping my hips in a punishing grip, Marko lifted them up slightly before thrusting his cock all the way into me.

Marko tugged my ponytail, making my back arch. The slight sting of pain heightening my pleasure. Wow! He hit me so deep in that position.

Murmuring endearments in Russian which made me want to melt into a puddle of goo, my sexy Russian man pounded into me at a punishing pace, tugging on my hair and squeezing my breast as I held on to the bike handles so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Dear god, I was about to come again. I was still in the throes of my second release when he thrust several more times, spilling into me.

My whole body shook with pleasure, and I collapsed forward onto the bike.

"That was bloody amazing, Marko!" I panted through ragged breaths.

The cold metal of the bike was cool against my bare skin, and I grinned wickedly.

"I can never ride a bike again without thinking about this. In fact, I won't even be able to look at one without replaying this in my head," I said, chuckling and trying to catch my breath.

The vibrations of Marko's answering laughter made his cock reawaken inside my body and I groaned as I felt it harden again. Slowly, he started to move, rocking himself against me while I lay sprawled over the bike.

"You're insatiable," I laughed, secretly thrilled by how much this man wanted me.

"I can't deny it," he said, nibbling my ear and building us both up to a frenzy again.

A short while later, we lay there in a heap across the bike once again as we waited for our breathing to even out.

When it eventually did, he climbed off and turned me towards him and took my mouth in a long, lingering kiss.

"God, that was great," he grinned.

"I've always loved riding a bike, but that ride blew me away!" he laughed.

"Can we do it again sometime?" I asked, grinning.

"I thought you were never getting on a bike with me again," he said with a smirk.

"Well, if you can guarantee at least some of the rides will end up like that, then I'm more than willing to change my mind," I said, nipping his lower lip with my teeth.

"Oh, I will definitely guarantee that," he laughed, tugging my head back to kiss me deeply.

A short while ago, I wasn't sure about getting on a bike with Marko again. However, our sexy escapades had certainly changed my mind, and now I couldn't wait.