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“But they don’t know about me. Or at least we hope they don’t. I’ll get out of the truck before we reach the meeting point and follow you there.”
I stared at him. “So you’re going to get out of the truck, leave me on my own, and I’m supposed to trust you’ll miraculously turn up in time to save us both?”
“Exactly.”
“And what is there to stop you getting out of the truck and disappearing? I’m assuming you plan on being armed as well when we go our separate ways.”
“I don’t think it’s going to do any good if I show up just to throw insults at Tony and his crew.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face. Somehow I’d managed to convince myself I wouldn’t be showing up to meet Tony the Hound alone, that I would have X by my side, and we’d go storming in there like Bonnie and Clyde, shooting up the place, taking out the bad guys, and rescuing my sister. Now he was saying I’d be facing Tony on my own.
“How can I trust that you’ll come after me? Why wouldn’t you run in the opposite direction?”
He reached out and caught my hands in his. I was locked in this little bubble surrounding us, his eyes searching mine. “I’m not going to leave you, Vee. I swear it to you.”
I searched his eyes in return. “I don’t know how to trust you.”
“You don’t have much choice.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but instead of words on my lips, I found his mouth, kissing me. He kissed slow and firm at first, but then, as I kissed him in return, a fervor built between us, and we kissed with a fierce hunger.
He pushed me backward, so my ass and back hit the side of the truck. My arms wound around his neck, and my mouth opened to his. Our tongues tangled, our breathing coming hard and fast. Using the truck behind me, X scooped me up with his good arm and pinned me there, my thighs hooking around his hips, my heels digging into the solid muscle of his ass.
His hand squeezed my breast over the top of my shirt, and I ground myself against the hard ridge at the apex of his thighs. We were making out like two horny teenagers, fucking each other through our clothing. A deep ache had settled in my pussy, and I knew only one thing would release it. I didn’t care if anyone was going to walk around the corner and see us. I wanted one thing, and I was going to get it. If I was going to die in the next few hours, at least I’d die having screwed one last time.
I wriggled to be put down and then got to work on X’s pants. I yanked the belt buckle open and popped the button, while he did the same for my jeans. This wasn’t pretty or elegant—it was going to be tab A into slot B to get the final result.
I yanked down his zipper, and his erection, hot, hard, and heavy, fell out into my palm. He felt amazing, the musky scent of male permeating the air, turning me on even more. His hand pushed into the crotch of my jeans, his other hand pulling the material around my hips. He yanked my underwear down with my jeans, ruffling it around my ankles. I managed to kick off one sneaker, allowing me to part my thighs, and hook my ankle around the back of his legs again. His fingers pressed between my legs, parting my pussy lips and pushing roughly inside me. I gasped, gripping his shoulders as he pushed another finger inside and pumped me roughly. I was already wet from the kissing alone, and his touch caused a fresh rush of arousal to pool inside me.
“Ah, fuck,” I gasped. “Now, I want you now.”
We didn’t waste any more time. He pulled his fingers from my body and bent his knees slightly to position himself at my entrance. With a forceful shove of his hips, he drove himself deep, dragging a fresh cry from my lips. I clung to him as he thrust deeper, pressing my naked backside up against the cool metal of the truck. My hips bucked against him, meeting his movements with ones of my own. There was anger in the action, and I had to stop myself from letting out an animalistic scream as the tension deep within me increased.
X kissed me hard again, our tongues in battle. One hand had shoved up under my shirt and pushed into the lacy cup of my bra to squeeze my nipple. The other hand reached between our bodies, and his thumb found my clit. He worked the little bud of nerves with tiny circles, making me mewl, my pussy tightening around his cock, trying to draw him deeper. My fingers dug into the material of his shirt and the hard muscles beneath. This was probably hurting his injuries, but they didn’t seem to be slowing him down.
His movements grew faster, slamming hard into me, so our skin slapped together, our moans and grunts filling the air. Anyone nearby would have heard us, but if they came to investigate, we wouldn’t have been any the wiser. All my muscles coiled with tension, and I dropped my face to his shoulder. I opened my mouth against the material of his shirt and sank my teeth into him, wanting to hurt him. He didn’t flinch, though I heard him suck in air. I felt him grow bigger inside me, stretching me. My pleasure was at its peak, and I knew I was close. I reached for it, tensing my inner muscles even tighter, gripping him for all the friction I could get. He squeezed my nipple hard, and twisted, as though repaying me for the bite, and my orgasm broke.
I cried out as it powered through me in waves, my eyes squeezed shut. My back arched, my breasts pressing into his chest, as he gave a final thrust and then held himself deep, twitching and jerking within me.
He’d emptied himself inside me, but I couldn’t worry about the consequences now. Chances are I wouldn’t live long enough to worry about them anyway.
We clung together, panting, as he grew soft inside me, and he slowly lowered my feet to the ground.
As though we both suddenly came around to the reality of what we had just done, an awkwardness settled between us. X stepped from me and tucked himself away, while I quickly yanked up my panties and jeans and shoved my foot back into my sneaker. I was aware we’d wasted precious time we didn’t have, and guilt washed over me. What if something awful had happened to Nickie while I was eating burgers and getting screwed by some guy up against a truck? I felt so bad, I couldn’t even look at X.
“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to touch my arm. I flinched, but it didn’t have to do with him. My reaction was down to my own self-loathing. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Me either,” I replied brusquely. I checked the cell phone which miraculously had stayed in my back pocket while my jeans had been around my ankles. I was relieved to see the screen blank, and not showing any missed calls. If I hadn’t noticed Nickie’s abductor calling while we were fucking, I’d never have forgiven myself.
His cum wet the inside of my panties, seeping through to the crotch of my jeans. I would have liked to take a shower and change, but there was nothing I could do about that now.
I’d dropped the bag containing the guns. Stupid. So stupid. I should never let my guard down like that. Anyone could have taken aim at us and killed us on the spot, and we’d barely have noticed the shot.
“We need to go.” I picked up the bag and found the keys for the truck. I hit the button to open the internal locking. X cast me a glance, and I deliberately ignored the confusion and hurt in his face. A guy like him would go around nailing whatever women he came across. This was just another notch on the bedpost. I doubted he even had real emotions—he was a hired killer, after all.
Hired to kill me.
And I’d just had sex with him.
