Chapter 24
You are Jake English and you enter the prison of a room of your own volition. You are too distraught to do much more than stumble to the desk in the corner. You sit down and open one of the drawers and reach inside to grab one of your trusty pistols. You had thought to hide it here and use it to bust yourself out of this whole mess, but at this point it will serve a far more immediate purpose.
You take hold of the familiar handle and quickly cock the trigger. You slowly raise the gun and press it to your temple as you inhale deeply for the last time.
"I know you're not a genius or anything, but it would be a shame to splatter your brain all over the wall."
Your eyes shoot open as you hear the one voice you never expected. You turn sharply to find Dirk lying on the bed looking at you with those intensely amber eyes.
"Dirk! Oh god, Dirk!" You are moving before you can even think, the gun forgotten as you lay it on the desk.
You rush to the bed and don't hesitate to throw yourself over him and proceed to kiss him senseless. When you pull back for air you continue to rain kisses along his chin and back up to his mouth. He is kissing you back but so far has made no other move.
"Dirk, why won't you hold me?" Your hands rest on his shoulder and chest as you kiss him again.
"Gently." He mumbles around your kisses and you're confused by his reply.
"At a time like this? That's all you can think to say? "Gently"?" You bury your hand in his soft blond hair at the base of his neck and pull him up for a kiss that was a little more forceful than the previous ones.
"Gently!" He cries quietly. Surprised by his distress you let go of him and his head falls back to the pillow but still manages to thwack against the headboard. His grunt of pain and grimace are enough to make your eyes widen in alarm.