by Hamel, B. B.
She laughs a little. “Yeah. Probably.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Probably?”
She gives me a grin. “Well, if I weren’t doing this, what else would I be doing?”
I stare at her as she laughs a little bit. Maybe she’s a little more intense than I gave her credit for. Or maybe she’s just a little crazy.
Either way, I like it.
We pull up to Hammy’s and park across the street. I kill the engine, but I don’t get out.
“What are we doing here?” she asks me.
“Waiting.”
“For what? It doesn’t open for a few hours.”
“I know.”
She sighs. “What are we waiting for?”
I look at her and lean across the truck. I get close to her. “This stuff, it’s not all exciting. It’s not all shooting and killing. You know that, right?”
She makes a face. “What do you mean?”
“Hunting takes patience. We have to wait for Marcus to show up.”
“He might not come here.”
“No, he might not. But if he’s looking for you, I bet he does.”
She bites her lip. “How are you so sure he knows who I am? I mean, it all happened so fast.”
“You don’t know him.”
“You keep saying that.”
“And it’s true.” I sit back and cross my arms. “Might as well get comfortable, love.”
She sighs and looks out the window, resigned to her fate.
Staking someplace out isn’t exciting. We mostly sit in the truck, keeping a low profile, staring out the windows. We’re close enough that I won’t miss if someone goes in through the front, but far enough away that we won’t be noticed.
It’s a delicate balance, but I always was good at this.
Hours slowly melt past. Celine isn’t having any fun, I can tell. I’m tempted to send her off on some errand, but I know we can’t split up. I can’t let her out of my sight, not even for a second.
Otherwise, she might get grabbed, and then the game will be over for sure.
I almost like sitting around, doing nothing with her. It brings me back to my old days when I was just getting started. Marcus and I would stake out competitors like this for hours, sometimes days or weeks, getting to know their operation.
Then we’d kill all the fuckers and steal their stash.
Those were the good old days. Drugs and fucking and blood and money, that was all I ever cared about.
Now, things are different. I had friends, people I took care of. I have Celine.
God damn. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I were more of a fucking monster than I already am.
More like Marcus.
Most of the day drifts past and I don’t spot anything out of the ordinary. Hammy’s opens relatively early and the regulars drift in like flies to honey.
“Always this crowded on a weekday afternoon?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “A lot of people out of work around here. A lot of retired guys living on their pension.”
“So lots of people with lots of time.”
“Yeah. And some odd ones, too.”
“Like who?”
She hesitates. “This one guy. Nobody talks to him, and he doesn’t talk to anyone. Just comes in every day with this bright white hair and this really sour look on his face, like he hates where he is.”
“Sounds odd,” I say.
“A lot of people are odd in this town.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Wonder why that is?”
I shrug slowly. “Who knows? I picked Pine Grove off a map randomly, thought it would be a good place to disappear.”
“I guess you were wrong.”
I laugh and lean across the truck. “Careful, love.”
“Why? Gonna kill me?”
I smirk and grab her hair. I pull her toward me and kiss her, long and slow.
“I can do worse,” I whisper to her.
She bites her lip. “Show me.”
I hesitate. I can feel my blood ride up through my skin. I lean back and unbuckle my belt, opening my fly. I pull my cock from my fly and take her hair again.
I pull her down and she takes me in her mouth without a word. I let out a sigh as she slowly sucks me, getting me even harder.
“You’re anything but safe with me, love,” I say gently. “But I think you’re starting to like that.”
She moves deeper and gags.
“Relax,” I say. “Relax your lips, use your tongue. Shit, that’s right. Roll it up and down my shaft. Don’t be shy about it.”
She follows my instructions, tongue moving along and around my tip, driving me crazy.
“Good,” I growl. “Very good. Now use your other hand.”
Her other hand starts to work my shaft as she moves, lips sucking hard.
“That’s my sweet Celine. Don’t be shy, don’t be afraid to suck me faster, don’t be afraid to get dirty. Gag on my cock, let tears roll down your cheeks. Show me you want this cock more than anything in the fucking world. That’s how you please your man.”
She sucks me faster and uses both hands. There are people walking around us, not many, but someone could easily figure out what she’s doing.
Not that I give a shit. I’m deep in fucking bliss as she sucks me, sliding up and down, faster and faster.
Fucking hell. I grab her hair and push her down.
“You want to know what I can do?”
I thrust into her mouth, up and down her lips. She gags and I stop, let her pull back, let her get a breath. But I push her back down and fuck her face again.
“I can come in your pretty throat. I can make you swallow it all. You want that?”
She moans softly as I fuck her mouth. Faster and faster, she lets me do it, like a dirty fucking girl.
God damn, she feels so good. Her tongue moves as I fuck her lips and I can’t take it anymore. I push her deep and come down her throat in thick spurts, a groan escaping my lips.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Fucking hell, that mouth feels good.”
She cleans me off, licking up every drop, and swallows it all.
“You’re not so bad,” she says finally, wiping a tear from her eye. “I think you’re all talk.”
I grab her hair and kiss her. I roll my tongue along hers, tasting myself still on her lips.
“I think you should be afraid.” I let her hair go and look back at the building. “Come on.”
She watches me get dressed then get out of the truck.
“Wait, hold on,” she says, climbing out after me. “Where are we going?”
“We’re going inside,” I say.
“I thought we were staking it out and waiting.”
“Sometimes, we gotta wait, and sometimes we gotta kick down doors.”
She gives me a wary look and I grin at her.
“Come on, trust me,” I say, grabbing her hand. I tug her along behind me.
Truth is, normally I’d stay in that truck. But while she was sucking my cock, I got a glimpse of white hair disappearing into the front door, and I got this strange feeling.
And it wasn’t just her pretty mouth sucking my dick. No, it was a gut feeling, and over the years I’ve learned to trust my gut.
We head into Hammy’s. Celine waits near the front, away from the bar. “I don’t want to talk to Mae,” she whispers.
I nod at her and head further into the room. Sitting at the bar are a few guys, some older, some not old enough to be drinking in the middle of the day. But at the far end, staring down at his hands, is the man with silver-white hair.
I sidle up next to him and sit down. He barely even looks up as I slide into the stool.
“This taken?” I ask him.
He blinks, surprised. “No,” he says.
“I’m Dawson,” I say.
He frowns. “Okay.”
“I’ve seen you around here. I was hoping you might be able to help me.”
The guy cocks his he
ad at me, gives me a strange look. It’s almost like he’s disgusted that I’m even talking to him.
“Why would I help you?” he asks me.
“Could be something in it for you.” I raise an eyebrow.
He sighs. “I don’t need money.”
“I wasn’t offering any.”
That makes him pause. “What are you offering then?”
“Favors.”
He laughs. “I don’t need favors.”
“You might one day,” I say. “And I’m the kind of guy you want on your side if that day ever comes.”
The man sighs and stares at his drink. He doesn’t say anything for a second and I think he might not have heard me. I’m about to speak louder when he looks at me.
“There was a time when you’d never talk to me,” he says, almost a whisper. “There was a time when I worked for a very important family here in town. I gave all of myself to them, and now they’re gone, all gone.”
I frown a little. “Sorry to hear that.”
“He cut me free, but…” The man trails off, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to be free. Do you understand that? I should leave this town, but it’s like it has a grip on me.”
“I can understand that,” I say, looking down at my hands.
“My name is Fox,” he says, and I meet his gaze. It’s steady and strange, all at once. “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for a man,” I say, and I spend the next couple minutes describing Marcus as best I possibly can.
When I finish, Fox nods slowly.
“I’ve seen him,” he says.
I nearly want to laugh out loud. “Really?”
“Really,” he says. “I’m living in a motel on the south end of town. I think he’s staying in my building.”
“No shit.”
Fox shrugs. “That’s about all I can say. It’s called the Motor Court. The sign looks like a crown.” He makes a disgusted face but doesn’t elaborate.
“My name’s Dawson Sparks,” I say to him. “If you ever need anything, you find me, and I’ll help you.”
Fox meets my gaze. His smile is crooked and terrifying. “I might take you up on that one day, Dawson Sparks. And I hope you’re as useful as you say you are.”
I nod at the man and slip out of my stool. I walk away, feeling a strange chill run down my spine.
I get the sense that I just faced something much, much worse than Marcus.
“Did you find him?” she asks me as I walk past her and out the door.
“Maybe,” I say. “That man, his name is Fox.”
“Weird name.”
I nod. “Says Marcus is staying at a place called Motor Court. It’s a little motel nearby.”
“Are we going there now?”
“No,” I say. “Not yet.”
“Why? We have surprise.”
“We’re not prepared.”
“But if we go now, he won’t—”
I turn to face her. I take her wrist and push it up behind her back. She gasps as she stumbles against me.
I hold her there.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, whispering in her ear.
“No,” she says, jaw tense.
“Good. But do you think I know what I’m doing?”
She hesitates. “Yes.”
“Good. So listen.”
I release her and walk to the truck.
She follows reluctantly, looking annoyed. We get in and start the engine.
I don’t move right away. I stare out the windshield, mind running forward, plans spinning.
“Where do we go now?” she asks.
“Back to our room.”
She sighs. “Why?”
I give her a look and grin. “Because you pissed me off, and now I want to punish you.”
A thrill runs through me. She smiles and I can tell she likes it just as much as I do.
10
Celine
He brings me back to our room and sits me down. “Stay,” he says.
“I’m not your—”
But he’s already leaving, shutting the door behind him.
I sigh and go into the bathroom. I wash my face then get my toothbrush from the bag. I brush my teeth and when I’m finished, I almost feel normal again.
Almost. I’m still on the run with this crazy guy.
Well, I guess we’re not on the run anymore. I guess we’re on the hunt.
He comes back up a few minutes later and catches me in the bathroom. He frowns at me, cocks his head to one side. “I thought I told you to stay.”
“I don’t just do what you say,” I answer him without looking.
He comes up behind me. He puts his hands on my body, sliding them up to tease my breasts. His lips find my neck and my ear, and I let out a soft moan, almost by accident.
“You should,” he whispers. “You really, really should.”
I gasp as he turns me around to face him. He kisses me, sharp and hard, forcing me back against the sink. I can feel the hard porcelain dig into my ass as his hands work to pull my shirt and bra off.
He strips me down fast. I’m in my panties before I even realize what he’s doing. He drops to his knees and kisses between my legs.
“You don’t seem to understand yet, love,” he says. “Your life is in my hands.”
“You keep saying that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“How do I know I can trust you to keep me safe? Maybe I should run away. Maybe I’d be better off.”
He laughs and pushes my panties aside. His tongue feels amazing as he laps at my pussy.
“Maybe,” he says, standing, fingers replacing his tongue. He teases my clit gently. “Maybe you’d make it fine. Or maybe Marcus would hunt you down. Thing is, love, you’re not as good at disappearing as I am.”
“Doesn’t seem so hard.” I bite my lip, stifling a moan as he slides his fingers inside and back out, back to rubbing my clit.
“You don’t know shit, little Celine,” he says. “You were a virgin only two days ago until I came along. And now here you are, playing a game you don’t understand. Are you enjoying it?”
“No,” I say, anger flashing. “You don’t know anything about me.”
He bites my lip. I groan as his fingers push up inside of me again, sliding in deep.
“I think I do,” he whispers. He slides his fingers back out and grabs my hand, tugging me over to the bed.
Laying on the comforter is a set of handcuffs. They’re gleaming silver and look solid, like the sort of handcuffs a cop would have.
“Pick those up,” he says, watching me.
I hesitate. “Why?”
“Pick them up, Celine.”
I walk over and gingerly lift them of the bed. They’re heavier than I expected.
“Open one cuff.”
I click one open. It’s not locked and slides easily in my hand.
He walks over and takes my right wrist. He puts the cuff down over it, cinching it shut. “Too tight?” he asks softly.
I shake my head.
He takes the other end and walks me over to the edge of the bed. He slips it around one of the posts in the headboard, cinching it shut.
I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” he says simply. I stare at the handcuffs then back at him.
“I’m trapped,” I say stupidly.
He laughs. “I’m aware.” He slowly undresses, taking off his shirt, off his pants. I watch him, almost horrified, but my excitement beats faster, pushing the fear away.
When he’s done, he climbs onto the bed and lies down next to me.
“Get on top,” he says. “It’s time for your next lesson.”
I hesitate. The cuffs are long enough that I’d be able to get around him, and it’ll slide down to the mattress along the post, so I can keep my hand on the comforter.
I do what he says. I straddle him, right hand still cuffed to the headboard.
He takes my hips. �
��Now, don’t be shy,” he says. “Unless you’re not ready?”
I shake my head and slowly move back against his cock. I groan as I feel him slowly fill me.
He smiles. “That’s a good girl,” he says. “Now, I want you to ride me. Go ahead, show me how you do it.”
I obey him, moving my hips, gliding up and down. I feel my body shudder and shake as pleasure rolls over my skin. I groan a little, moving slowly, grinding my wet pussy down against his hard cock.
His shaft slides easily in and out as I move my hips. I’ve never done this before, and I’m going on instinct. I feel like I’m dancing almost, the way I’m moving my hips up and down, sliding along his shaft.
“Good,” he says, “very good.” He slaps my ass then grips it, grinding himself up into me. “Like this,” he growls.
I move my hips along with his hands. He guides me, moving me up and down, writhing along his thick cock. I groan and grab onto the sheets as he moves me.
“Perfect,” he whispers. “You move like you’ve done this before.” He teases my nipple with his teeth.
“It’s like dancing,” I pant, still moving. “It’s not so hard.”
He laughs gently. “Go faster.”
I bite my lip and obey. I ride him faster, sliding down his cock. He grabs my hips and slams me down, thrusting up inside of me.
“Faster,” he says.
I ride faster. I can feel myself sweating now as I move along his thick cock, grinding my clit against him, moans escaping my lips loudly now. It feels so fucking good, riding his cock, grinding along his length, pushing him deep inside me.
He holds my hips tight and thrusts up into me, moving with me. We’re fucking together, in sync, in the same rhythm. It feels incredible, pleasure washing over me, pure bliss in every inch of my skin. I’m groaning, grinding, moving faster, bouncing along the creaky mattress.
He spanks my ass and grabs my hair. “Fuck, girl,” he says. “You’re learning fast.”
I sit up, hands on his chest, breasts pressed together. His eyes drink me in and I love it. I love the way he looks at me, like I’m a sex goddess and he can’t get enough. This is my third time having him inside of me and it only gets better.
I ride him up and down now. He fucks me, thrusting up inside of me, holding my hips and ass hard. I’m groaning and my breasts are shaking with every hard thrust. I know he loves it, I can tell by the way he groans and stares at my body. Sweat drips down my skin and he licks it off, sits up, bites my lower lip.