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Vee gave a tight smile, and I regretted my remark. She’d just lost her sister for the second time. This wasn’t the time for small talk.
She seemed smaller somehow, shrunken, her shoulders rounded in and narrowed, her frame suddenly thinner. The ballsiness I’d loved about her had deflated, and I would have done anything to bring it back again.
Without saying anything, she picked up her bag from where she’d dropped it and rounded the car to slide into the passenger seat.
I got behind the wheel and tried not to focus on the way she was huddled into herself, her arms around her waist, her head down. Instead of doing what my heart demanded—that of wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to my chest—I focused on driving.
Not wanting to head the same way as Tony the Hound, I turned the car around and drove back the other way. We would take the back roads, just in case Tony had people waiting around a corner with high power machine guns to wipe us out. Though I’d told Vee that he needed her, I wouldn’t put it past him to do such a thing. After all, we’d taken out four of his men now, or at least I had, though he held Vee responsible.
I drove the gangster’s car through the night, heading in the general direction of New York. It would take us hours to get there, but there was no way I could do the whole drive tonight. The past twenty-four hours had been insane, and that was saying something, considering I was used to this way of life. Of course, usually it was an in and out job, and occasionally needing to get rid of a body. I didn’t normally end up involved with the target.
Not normally, anyway, though there were exceptions to the rule.
My stomach cramped, and I tried to push memories away that were threatening to resurface. It was good that I was leaving this area, though I wasn’t sure I’d be going to New York if I could avoid it. Too many people there wanted to see me dead.
I drove for an hour, fighting my eyelids slipping shut and my head nodding from the monotony of the drive. For a while, I thought Vee was sleeping, but then I realized she was just sitting, unmoving and in silence.
The bright lights of a motel gave an unnatural glow to the skyline. I sagged in relief. I had a credit card and a driver’s license slipped into an inside pocket specially sewn into my pants. It had my photograph, but of course wasn’t in my name. Same with the credit card. I avoided using them as much as possible, as if anyone got an idea of the name I was using on it, it would create a paper trail for them to follow. Things like the meal we’d had back at the diner were always better paid in cash, but something like a motel stay normally required identification, even if it wasn’t my own.
I pulled the car into the lot.
“You can wait here,” I told her. “I’ll get us a couple of rooms.”
She nodded, staring at her hands in her lap.
A young, skinny guy behind reception yanked his feet down from the desk as I walked in and reached out to turn the sound down on the television he was watching. He paid little attention to me as I checked us into two rooms, side by side, and handed me the keys for both rooms.
I took the keys back to the car. Vee saw me coming and climbed out, bringing her bag with her, the guns back inside. I would take one for protection, just in case, and leave her with the other two. I hoped I didn’t have to worry about her being alone. Her current state of mind concerned me, and I didn’t want her to do anything stupid.
She took the key from me, and without saying a word, went to her room.
“Lock the door behind you,” I called, but the door shut in my face.
I exhaled a long sigh and let myself into the room next door. I’d parked the car to one side, hoping it wouldn’t be spotted from the road—not that anyone was likely to drive by.
In the bathroom, I carefully unstrapped the tape and gauze from around the wound in my arm, having to use my teeth in certain places. I winced at the sight of the wound. It was deep, but didn’t look infected. The knife she’d used must have been clean, which was a small mercy. I repeated the process with my thigh. The cut looked deeper, but again I couldn’t see any sign of infection. Both wounds could have done with some stitches, but they were healing now. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t as though a few more scars would make any difference.
Standing naked, I heard a sound. From the other side of the wall came a thunder of water. Vee must have shared the same thought I had, and decided to take a shower.
I turned on my shower and stepped beneath the water.
As the water hit my naked shoulders, I couldn’t help but think about Vee next door, only a thin dividing wall between us. Was she still in the shower, washing away the grime from the day, and my dried semen from between her thighs?
The thought made my cock twitch and stiffen.
I tried to ignore it, but when I helped myself to some of the cheap shower gel the motel provided and began to soap myself, my hand automatically went down, foaming suds up in my pubic hair and then running the foam down the length of my cock and back again. I grew harder under my administrations, the thought of Vee never far from my mind. I put my forearm of my free hand up against the tiled wall to support myself, my forehead rested right above it as my hand worked hard. The muscles in my bicep and forearm bunched, my ass taut, as I worked the soap up and down my hard cock. Tingling condensed from my balls, right down to my asshole. All I could see was Vee in the shower, naked, soap and water coursing down her beautiful body. I imagined her lifting her face to the water, her hands running over her breasts and then down, between her thighs. Was she thinking of me, too? Could she hear me in here? Did she have any idea of what I was doing? Was she even doing the same?
I didn’t think I’d ever wanked to the idea of a real woman before. Normally, I’d watch porn or just think about fucking a nice tight pussy, or shoving my cock between a big pair of tits until I got off. The idea of my fantasy now being an actual person who was right next door was alien to me, and I didn’t know how it made me feel. I couldn’t process, I only wanted to reach the climax, and only thoughts of Vee would allow me to do that. I’d never seen her naked, but my imagination was surprisingly fertile on that topic.
I remembered how she’d felt when I’d fucked her against the hood of the truck, how tight and hot she’d been clamped around my cock. I brought back to mind her passion, her urgency as she’d kissed me. It was as though she’d been hungry for me, and if she hadn’t had me, she would have starved.
The memory of the regret I’d seen in her eyes threatened to encroach, so I switched the scene in my head and imagined her on her knees before me instead. I pictured her looking up at me with those big dark eyes, and I reached out and took her silky hair in a ponytail, wrapping it around my fist and pulling tight to have total control. In my mind, instead of my fist wrapped around my dick, I was pushing the purple head of my cock between her perfect lips, and driving deeper, forging to the back of her throat. In my imagination, she dealt with my girth and length perfectly, and I pulled out and thrust again.
Faster and faster, my hand circled my dick, my ass bunched, as I leaned against the tiled walls of the shower. The tension built like a tightly wound spring, drawing my balls up into my body, until I finally exploded.
I came hard, white ribbons of cum jetting onto the tiles. One spurt, then another, and another.
The heady bliss faded as I rested, panting, against the wall. I straightened back up and washed the final residues of semen from the walls. Climbing out of the shower, I wrapped the threadbare towel around my waist. I refused to feel guilty about what I’d done.
