Tenderloin (Abby Kane FBI Thriller) Read Online Free

breath and stared into his brown eyes. She traced the side of his face with her finger, running it along his strong jaw to his bottom lip where she playfully tugged on it. He slipped his fingers through her hair, grabbing the silky strands before pulling her back to him.
    The two were virgins: masters at foreplay and clueless of how to move forward. She wanted him to lead. His shyness got in the way. So virgins they remained.
    “We should get going. Your father will be home soon,” he mumbled in their native tongue.
    “Forget about my father. I love lying in your arms. I could stay this way forever.”
    The young man kissed her again, and then thumbed her ribcage to wake her out of her dream state. She yelped and shifted away from his thumbs. “Stop. You know I can’t stand that.”
    The boy rolled her off and stood up. His manhood pressed his loose shorts out like a horn. She couldn’t help but stare and wonder why he didn’t give in.
    He extended his hand. “It’s almost nine. We must hurry.”
    After she grabbed hold of his hand, a low growl emerged from the darkness. The girl stood up quickly. “What was that?”
    “I don’t know, but I think we should gather our stuff quickly and get going.”
    The two hustled their belongings into their backpacks but were distracted by the same noise they’d heard earlier. It was louder and closer. Neither said a word as they hurried.
    The boy heard it move first. He stopped and added the remaining branches he’d collected earlier to the fire and fanned it.
    “What are you doing?” the girl asked, panicked.
    “If that thing gets closer, we’ll need this fire.”
    His first thought was that a wild dog had found them, but the growl was too throaty. The only other predatory animal he could think of was a jaguar, but rarely if ever did they leave the safety of the jungle. Whatever it was, it had decided to circle them.
    He strapped his backpack on then took a branch that had a bunch of leaves at the end and let it sit in the fire.
    “Let’s get out of here,” she said.
    “You go first. I’m going to distract the animal. When I do, I want you to start running back into town. Don’t stop until you reach the road.”
    “No. What about you?”
    The boy picked up her backpack and strapped it onto her back. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be right behind you.” He then kissed his girlfriend. “Remember: Don’t stop, no matter what you hear. Keep running until you’re safe.”
    He then pulled the branch out of the fire and had, in effect, a torch. “Okay, run .”
    The edge of the city was two hundred feet away, but it looked like a mile. The girl hesitated, but the boy gave her a gentle push.
    She started to walk and then jog with her head still twisted back, looking at him. She watched him walk in the opposite direction. He swung the torch back and forth and shouted. She continued to watch him, running only half-heartedly. She kept wishing he would stop and turn toward her, but he didn’t. He continued in the direction of the jungle. And then without notice, the boy vanished. So did his torch, as if someone snuffed it out like a candle. She stopped. Her eyes scanned the area where she had last seen him. She detected no movement in the moonlight and heard nothing for a few moments.
    Then the screams came, forceful screams that started low in the lungs and erupted out. They came in short bursts. These were screams that only intense pain could give birth to. The calls for help were more like guttural screeches. Then, as fast as the screams came, they stopped.
    She turned and started running toward the city, but she already knew it was too late. Whatever had attacked her boyfriend was fast upon her heels, quicker than she could have imagined. The growls grew louder. The steps behind her were suddenly in line with hers. She started to scream—not because she had been attacked, but out of fear. She shouldn’t have stopped. He had warned her.

 
     
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