Chapter 37

"Well, if they brought you up that main road, then chances are they'll have eyes on it." Because it was likely cleared off, a DOV road now so to speak, they wanted to sneak in, not be brought in as prisoners. "So, we'll have to go another way…" Dean bent down, eyeballing old roads and trails, knowing this map was around 20 years old, so they would also have to consider time and natural changes, on top of manmade. "Sweets, I get you think we need a car, but we're not going to be able to get anywhere close to that castle on a vehicle. We're going to have to park somewhere a good distance away and then hoof it at night." That cloak was going to be handy as hell.

"You read my mind, Ambrose. I was thinking the exact same thing. We can ditch the bike once we find a decent, reliable car on the way there and then park it a few miles away from the castle. We can use the cloak to get in and out without being seen." It was big enough to fit at least 6 Dean's under it comfortably, so all three of them could escape the castle unseen, if it was done right. She leaned down, trailing her finger along his, and then stopped while his continued, noticing a narrow path. "See that? Have you been on that road before? It looks like it would lead right to the castle and I don't think that one would be commandeered by DOV. That's only if we know that for a fact." They would have to be extremely careful going forward.

"Well, maybe, but the thing is Abbie, this map is two decades old, right? So that path might not be there anymore, or it could be overgrown, or occupied." Dean said quietly, considering it. "Hell, landscapes change over time anyway. I guess we're just not going to know until we get closer. We'll get it sorted." He folded the map and tucked it back into his pack, reaching out to take her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly. "Not going to lie, babe, this is a first for me. Usually, I'm smuggling shit into Wonderful, not breaking into enemy strongholds. Going to be fun."

"You have a ridiculous sense of fun, Ambrose," Abigail remarked flatly, shaking her head and nudged him, yawning again. "Scoot over, I'm not going back to my bag and you're sharing."

At his raised brow, she rolled her eyes and dropped down to snuggle against him, facing him. That kiss was back on her mind and what happened, the same hand that had grabbed her, saving her from being buried alive, literally, clasped against his chest. Abigail felt her heart rate kick up a notch, trying to figure out what she was feeling and never took her eyes away from Dean. What if Taker wasn't the one for her? What if she…what if it was Dean? Pulling her hand away from his chest, she moved it up to caress his jaw and semi-scruffy face, moving her head closer. There was only one way to find out who she truly wanted, but Abigail wasn't sure if she was brave enough to take the step.

Dean was, however. He seen those thoughts in her eyes, lit up by the nighttime sky and he swore the stars were reflecting in her midnight blue pools. He knew she was sort of with Taker, but the tall, pale idiot wasn't here right now, he was. Taker hadn't listened to her, he had disregarded her ideas, and Dean was the one who had said 'okay, let's do it'. Dean didn't have moral issues, or much in the way of 'probably shouldn't do this'; he was more of a 'we're going to do this' guy. He brought his hand up, gently trailing a finger down along her cheek, the curve of her jawline, and then tipped her chin up, his lips descending on hers.

Exciting, adventurous, eccentric, ballsy, crazy, handsome and devious were just a few words to describe the man currently kissing her. Abigail knew she should've pushed him away instantly, the alarm bells ringing in her head, reminding her of Taker, but…she couldn't. Dean hadn't questioned her, much, and agreed to this suicide mission, all for her belief in Malcolm could save Vesperia. He had been there when she needed someone the most, someone who believed her, no matter how crazy she sounded or insane her thoughts were. Most importantly, he had saved her life and that was what made her kiss him back, returning the passion with equal vigor. She moaned softly, the sparks inside her body igniting and felt him roll to where she was on top of him. Splayed as their bodies aligned, her black hair gave them a curtain as hands caressed his chest and shoulders before moving to his face again.

Dean let his hands skim down her sides and then finally to her luscious backside he had been admiring for quite some time now, kneading and palming those delicious cheeks. While pulling her into his body, his tongue was tracing her bottom lip, begging for access and a low growl escaped him when she granted it. She tasted divine, he bet other parts of her tasted better. He had to stop wearing loose sweat pants to bed, or maybe… just nothing at all, especially if Abigail would share a bag with him.

His smell was different from Taker's, more musky and earthly, instead of leather, gasoline and sandalwood. No matter how hard she tried, Abigail couldn't pull away from him, wearing just a pair of cotton shorts and a thin camisole, her usual sleepwear, when she wasn't with Taker. Taker…his emerald eyes flashed through her mind, along with both Stephanie and Trish's voice demanding her not to hurt him. Is that what she was doing right now, kissing Dean?

Yes, yes she was.

"I-I can't…" She mumbled against his mouth, physically aching to continue this, and could feel tears swell in her eyes as she kissed him harder, feeling him sit upright to where her legs wrapped around his waist. "D-Dean…" Abigail had never felt contradiction quite like this, her heart feeling as if it was splitting apart down the middle, and blinked as huge tears slid down her cheeks, grinding against him out of pure instinct. The ache and burn was overwhelming, and she needed it gone.

Even though her body was screaming YES, Dean heard her mouth say no, and he felt those tears. Cursing himself mentally for being a fool, he caught those tears with his tongue, finally just pressing his forehead against hers and inhaled deeply. She was saying no. He could have probably convinced her, but… they had a ways to travel together yet, not to mention on the way back. There was time. Plenty of time. Christ, it felt like his balls were going to explode!

"Okay, Abbie," He managed to whisper, his voice coming out harsh and lusty. "Okay, babe."

With Malcolm around, it would be a lot easier to keep Dean Ambrose at arm's length, but not right now, not with them together completely alone. "I-I'm…" Abigail buried her face in her hands, crying, and felt Dean's arms wrap around her, burying her face in the crook of his neck. No, being comforted by him just made her feel worse as she pulled away from him, needing space, lots of breathing room. "What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing to me, Dean? I-I'm not supposed to…I can't…I…" Christ, she was a virgin and acting like a slut with this man! Taker was the only one she had confessed being a virgin with, besides his inner circle, only because Bray had kept her that way. "I-I'm not experienced with this kind of thing…I'm…I've never…" Blowing out a huge breath, Abigail stared up at the stars and let the tears fall freely, hating what Bray had done to her. "I'm a virgin, Dean."

Holy shit! HOW was this beautiful fox a virgin? It made no sense at all. Well, sort of, but not really. And she was with Taker, who had to be out of his mind if he hadn't bedded her yet. What the fuck, was all Dean could think, his eyes wide in sheer wonder.

"Okay?" He didn't mean for it to come out that way, but it had. "I'm sorry, Abbie… I…" Dean had no idea and his response was to kiss her, which was probably a bad idea, but… gorgeous fox.

She whimpered against him, clutching at his shirt, and ripped her mouth away from his again, the tears not stopping. "It burns…you're not making it better, Dean, don't you understand?! Fuck, why am I burning up?! Why am I…why does this HURT?"

Shoving him away, Abigail walked toward the fire and then eyeballed the water, immediately going toward it. She needed to cool down immediately, her hair suddenly stifling her, and she wished it was braided to keep it off her neck. Lifting it, she began fanning herself and cursed Mark mentally for not being the one here with her. Why? Why couldn't he just come with her?! Why did he have to drive her in the arms of another man to get this task done?!

"Fuck…FUCK!"

Dean knew what her issue was, and he knew her loyalty and maybe even love for Taker was the barrier here. She was having the female equivalent of blue balls. Pushing himself up, he blatantly adjusted his dick and balls before heading straight for her.

"Come here, Abigail." He said gruffly, sweeping her up into his arms bridal style and walked into the river. Both of them needed this, and he really hoped it helped.

"H-How can I want you and Taker at the same time? I don't understand…"

Abigail groaned, the cool water getting rid of the raging fire inside of her temporarily, and extracted herself out of Dean's arms to dive under completely, holding her breath as long as she could. Thirty seconds later, she resurfaced, breathing heavily and didn't care as long as the burning she felt was gone. It was…until she noticed Dean's muscular body with the moonlight shining down on him.

"Dean…" Her mouth was on his before Abigail could stop herself, clutching at him, once again the alarm bells ringing in her head. "I want you… but I'm with Taker…and I'm not experienced with this kind of thing…" Then she kissed him again, tasting him again, feeling him against her again, and had no idea what she was doing anymore.

"Physical response, babe, you don't have to love someone to want them." Dean said in a harsh tone, his lips blazing a trail down the side of her throat, feeling her tilting her head to give him better access.

Reaching under the water, he lifted her, guiding her legs around his waist, and let his hands move down to cup her backside, pressing her against him so she could feel every inch that was throbbing with need and desire. Trembling against him, Abigail slid her fingers through his wet hair and felt every part of him, gasping at the hard shaft against her cotton short covered sex. She didn't love him, not even sure if she loved Taker, but her feelings for Taker were a lot stronger than for Dean. However, Taker wasn't here with her, Dean was, and she desperately needed this burning to go away. The cold water helped a little, but it still raged intensely.

"No sex." She whispered against his lips, breathing heavily, and caressed his shoulders, kissing him again harder. "We can pleasure each other, but…I'm not ready for sex. Are you okay with that?" Pulling back, she stared deep into his eyes, knowing what he was probably thinking, and rubbed her nose against his. "Taste me, Dean…touch me…"

No penetration, Dean could work with that and easily anticipated that, before they made it back to Wonderful, Abigail wouldn't be a virgin anymore. The body had a way of overriding emotions and, half the time, when sex of any type was involved, emotions came into play. He did not love Abigail, he knew that. Dean cared very intensely for her though, even in the short amount of time he had known her, he cared for her. But… for now, he'd play by her rules, roll those dice and see what happened.

"You got it, babe." He growled, hoisting her back up and carrying her out of the water. Dean stood her before the fire and let his sweats slide down his strong, muscular legs, stepping out of them. Reaching for her again, his hand slid down her abdomen. She needed out of these wet clothes.

Yes, she would be because Abigail was not ready for sex, which was why she hadn't lost her virginity to Taker. And it wouldn't be to Dean either. It would be when she FELT, in her mind and heart, the time was right. It wasn't right, but foreplay could definitely happen between them. Abigail felt him yanking at her soaked camisole and pulled it over her head to drop it to the grass along with stepping out of her cotton shorts. Then, she began moving on instinct and gripped his rock hard cock in front of her, stroking it with her hand, and brought his mouth down on hers again, kissing him. Before the sun rose, they WOULD have to take another bath in the river water again as Dean backtracked to his sleeping bag.

"Lay down." She mumbled in command against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip, and never stopped the slow pumping.

Dean's response was to take her down with him, making sure when she landed, it was straddled, and he reached down, smirking as his fingers found her swollen clit. Abigail was soaked, and not just from the river water. No sex in terms of his dick going to the one place he was definitely thinking about, she hadn't said a word about his fingers. He wasn't surprised by her hand flying down to stop him and he groaned, moving his hands to her thighs, squeezing gently.

"Straddle my face, babe, I want to taste you."

Shaking her head, showing her stubborn streak, Abigail caressed his mouth with hers sensually and enjoyed the fact she was on top. "You first." She purred, sliding her lips down his strong jaw to his ear and neck, suckling on it. Instead of giving into her or vice versa, Dean had decided she needed a whole new experience, being a virgin and all. This position was not something she had tried with Taker yet and Abigail blinked when Dean promptly lifted her to turn her around, straddling him backward. "What am I…ohhhhh god…"

He had lifted her backside to plant her dripping sex on his mouth, just like he wanted. However, now his throbbing cock begging for attention stared her in the face. Abigail went on instinct, lowering herself to where her mouth hovered over his cock and began sucking on the tip, much like she had Taker. He hissed through his teeth when he felt her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, palms massaging Abigail's outer thighs. Virgin, the woman was a virgin, and he bet she had learned a few tricks, along the way, because she definitely knew what the hell she was doing. Dean moved his head up, letting out a moan before sliding his tongue up and down her slit, finally getting that taste he had been craving, the tip of his tongue circling her clit before giving it a gentle tug with his lips.