Chapter 3
Colt’s cell phone rang, lighting up in the darkness of the night. He pulled it from his vest and flipped it open. “Houston, what’s happening man? Did you guys make it out?” He paused, not saying a word but listening intently. The expression on his face turned from eagerness to sorrow in an instant.
“I’ll be there when I can.” He closed the phone, put it back in his pocket and looked me dead in the eyes. “Doc didn’t make it. He lost too much blood.” He fought back a wave of sorrow and lost to emotion. Tears burst from his eyes causing his face to glisten in the moonlight. “He was like a mentor to me.”
I walked toward him, with each step knowing that I was going too far, crossing the line I was taught not to cross. I trampled over it anyways, smothering him in a comforting embrace. He put his arms around me, cinching them ever tighter around my waist. “I’m sorry Colt. I know he must have meant a lot to you.”
He wiped the tears from his eyes and regained his composure. “You have no idea Jessie. He was more than just a mentor. He was a friend. A brother. And he will be missed. But why am I telling you this? I barely know you.”
“It’s ok Colt. I’m here if you need to talk.”
I let go of him and he took my hand. “Thanks for that,” he said. “There aren’t many people in my life I can rely on. I never knew my father. My mother’s long gone, died of an overdose just like my sister. Still haven’t moved passed that hurt. It hangs around my neck like a noose some days. Follow me Jessie. I want to show you something.”
He walked me toward a large hill near where he hid his motorcycle from the police. “Watch your step on the way up, it’s slippery.”
We walked up to the top of the hill together, his hand not leaving mine until I was secure. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he said, pointing out to the horizon.
“It’s gorgeous.” I tried to take it all in as I looked across the landscape in front of me. I’d never understood the beauty of the desert until that moment. Looking outward a dark shade of blue was cast across the desert dunes and sand by the moonlight. The dunes stretched for miles, and in between were splotches of light sprinkled like swarms of fireflies in the distance.
A cool breeze gusted up the hill causing me to shiver. Colt put his arms around me, warming me up. My heart was beating hard and steady. We inched closer together, our faces gently touching as a torrent of wind ripped between our bodies. Like two magnets drawn to one another our lips met in a passionate kiss.
I couldn’t explain the connection we shared, but it was there and I refused to deny it. I’d denied myself the love of a man these past four years, putting my career at the FBI above all else, and now I was risking it for a kiss with a man I was supposed to arrest. There was an irony in it all, somewhere.
Colt pointed toward a patch of light in the distance. “You see those lights over there? That’s where I grew up. I moved out to Cal City when I was eighteen, that’s when I first met Doc. Now I’m thirty-three. It’s madness how time flies when you’re busy and not paying attention. When people around you are dying left and right. I guess that’s the outlaw life though, isn’t it?”
I grasped the sides of his vest and pulled him close. “Yes. But why continue it? If it causes so much pain why not stop? Stop the violence and the madness. You still have time.”
“Sure. I’ve thought about it,” he said. “But the outlaw life is all I know. It’s all I’m good at.”
I was conflicted inside. He may have been a criminal but there was another side to him and the promise of it sucked me in. I just had to coax it out of him. I wanted to open up to him as well, but to spill my secrets would be certain death. For now, and maybe forever, the stories I’d tell him would all be lies and should they be uncovered would leave me vulnerable to exposure. It was a heavy weight to hold. Never, under any circumstances could he learn of my motives, though they wavered like a flag in a Cal City breeze.
He sighed, looking out at the horizon. “I like to come up here when I’m stressed out. It helps me put things in focus. Sorry I took you on that scary ride so abruptly. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I wanted to make sure I could trust you.”
I smiled at him. “What if I told you I enjoyed it?”
He laughed. “I’d call you a liar. You’re not a liar are you Jessie?”
I paused. “No. No I’m not, Colt.”
He grabbed my face with his right hand and brought me close to him once more, kissing my lips. Instead of backing off he drove deeper into my mouth, his tongue dancing around mine in a warm, hot embrace. I wanted him to take me, right there on the top of the hill overlooking the desert below.
I leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his cut, my nipples hardening to the point of explosion. His hands scraped up my sides and cupped my breasts, but my crucifix caught my eye in the moonlight. Again I became self-conscious. I was well out of transmitting distance but its symbolism made me think twice. I was an agent of the law. I pushed him away as he ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples stabbing through my shirt. “Stop, Colt. Stop. I barely know you.”
There was a grin across his face from ear to ear. “And isn’t that what makes this so exciting? Don’t you like the danger?”
I caught my breath but struggled to speak. “I-I-I do.”
“Then what’s stopping you?” He moved toward me again, kissing my lips, and ravishing my neck as he sent waves of pleasure across my skin. “If you thought that bike ride was exciting, you have no idea what’s in store for you.”
I didn’t want to say no but I had to. “I’m sorry Colt, it just can’t be tonight.”
He smiled at me. “An outlaw with a code are you Jessie James? Are you going to make me chase you?”
I smirked. “Or maybe it’s me that’s chasing you?”
“I’ll take you either way,” he said. Colt looked out toward the highway, the cop cars had cleared, the helicopter long gone. No one was looking for us anymore, at least not here. “Then I guess this is it for the night. It’s safe now. I’ve got to get back to my club, they need me.”
“Ok,” I said. He held his hand out towards mine, our fingers interlocking as he helped me down the hill and toward his bike. He climbed on it and looked back at me. “Come on now, let’s go. I’ll drop you off at home.”
“But what about my car? It’s in front of the Dusty Piston.”
He flipped up the kickstand with his foot. “Get it tomorrow when the dust settles. We’re not going back there tonight. I’ll take you home instead.”
A bolt of fear struck me. Soon he’d know where I lived. “Ok,” I said. “I live at 3256 Road Runner Lane.”
He nodded. “All right then, Jessie. Let’s roll.”
I hopped on the back, holding him tightly once more as he fired up the engine, the vibrations of the motor sending pleasure between my thighs. He slammed the throttle and cut through the desert. We came out on the other end to an empty highway as he headed back toward Cal City at near top speed.
He pulled into my neighborhood about half passed two in the morning, coasting most of the way to my house to prevent waking up my neighbors. He pulled into my driveway. I let go of his chest and hopped off his bike. “I never thought you’d let go,” he said. “I think you may have left me some bruised ribs.”
I laughed. “Yea? That’s a definite possibility.”
I paused as the night ended. There was a moment of silence as I went for my front door. I wanted him to come in with me, to warm up my cold and lonely bed but that would be madness. I was torn.
In his eyes burned the same desire, he denied it and maintained his hard outlaw exterior. He looked toward me as I took me first stride towards my front door. “Goodnight, Jessie James. I’ll be seeing you again soon, you can count on it.”
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