by Audrey Drake
“Then we can mutually agree that it will never happen again. We are both just lonely and found refuge in each other’s’ arms. Nothing more. Ethan would forgive us.”
“I hope so.” I mumbled.
But I was not so sure that I was feeling the excuse that Walter presented. Sure, we had seen very little of the outside world and 90% of our human interaction was with each other. Still, there was no denying the fact that when I looked at Walter, I felt something. I have no idea how long I had felt this way, but yesterday it all seemed to make sense. When our eyes met, mere inches apart, a feeling resonated in me that had not rumbled since Ethan.
Walter could not know how I felt, though. This could potentially ruin the only real relationship that I had in my life right now, and I could not risk losing him. And he saying that the actions that transpired last night were due to loneliness broke my heart a little. I know what my body sensed when he lay between my legs.
I daydreamed a scenario where things got too complicated for Walter and me to handle. One of us would leave our secluded sanctuary to find solitude elsewhere. If the one to leave was me, what would I do?
I saw myself in a bar, pulling off similar gimmicks as I had before Ethan came into my life. It would have to be in a town with little population, so that my cover was not blown. But, a small town meant that the clientele would have less wealth for me to hustle than the ones that Florida had to offer. The decrease in finances, would result in an increase in anger when they watched the last 20 dollar bill before payday disappear in my pocket. This was too dangerous a scenario for me, and was part of the reason I worked so hard to escape Arkansas. If I slipped back into that life, then everything Ethan ever did would be for nothing. He deserved better.
“Want to go for a ride?” Walter snapped me back to the present reality.
“Sure!” I exclaimed. That sounded perfect.
I closed my eyes as the wind fluttered against my cheeks. We flew down a long stretch of an old, almost abandoned, highway. Surely not much more than a black blur to the rest of the world. For us, it was slow motion. Speeding along at triple digits is a cleansing experience for a troubled mind. Walter and I did this every day, and each time was a little bit better than the previous one.
Walter slowed the Nissan back down to the speed limit when we approached the point where the old highway met with a more populated area. He pulled the car into a carpool lot to turn around and begin our journey back to the house. It was then that we noticed we were being followed.
Two cars whipped into the lot behind Walter and me, the first speeding up to position itself perpendicularly in front of us. I quickly turned my head and saw that the 2nd car had done the same to our rear.
“Be cool.” Walter said, as the man behind us exited his vehicle and approached ours. “I will handle this.
The car behind us was a white Mustang, with heavy customization work. A bumper kit that fell just inches from the ground, two blue stripes along the sides, and extended chrome rims were the first details that caught my eye.
The one in front, was a black painted make and model that I had never seen before. The windows were darkly tinted to match the rest of the car. Black-on-black, a car that Ethan would have envied, I thought to myself.
Walter rolled the drivers’ side window down.
“We don’t mean to alarm you two, but my friend here was wondering if you would be up for a race on the straightaway.” The man said.
He was slightly overweight, and greasy brown hair sat matted atop his country tanned skin.
I strained my eyes to get a look at his friend who remained in the sleek black vehicle. The windows were too dark for my vision to penetrate. The only thing I could see was a faint, bulky silhouette in the driver’s seat. There were no identifiable features. Rounded head, rounded shoulders - it was almost as if it was only a shadow, and not a real person at all.
“Sorry, but with all due respect I am not interested.” Walter replied.
A small grin grew on the man’s face. “He was afraid you would say that.”
“Look, maybe another time. Right now we are just trying to escape the world and have a relaxing drive together.”
The smile disappeared. “A relaxing drive at 115 miles per hour? How about this… Either you race my friend, or we take that pretty little lady off of your hands.”
“Then I would say, fuck you.” Walter’s cheeks burned a bright red hue.
The man lifted up his sweat stained t-shirt to reveal a black handgun nestled in the waist band above his crotch. “I think you should probably reconsider that, with all due respect.”
Walter’s voice dropped in pitch. “What are the stakes?”
“Nothing. We don’t see many races out here. We are just looking for a little fun. I will drive ahead about 2 miles and park on the side of the road. First one to pass me, wins.”
“Fine. I’m in.” Walter sounded frustrated, and rolled the window up.
“Do you trust them?” I asked, feeling my blood pressure rise.
“Not as far as I can throw that chubby bastard.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I am going to whoop him, and keep going. Once I am sure that we lost these guys, we will go back home.”
I was worried, but not as much as I should have been. Walter was an incredible driver, and there were not very many people on the planet who could out drive him.
Both cars lined up next to each other. I continued squinting my eyes to try get some sort of a visual of what this mystery man looked like, but to no avail.
Our Nissan rumbled from Walter’s revving of the engine. A look of sheer determination showed on his cold as stone appearance.
The mystery man honked his horn.
Chapter Two
The car lunged forward and the back of my head pressed into the headrest. My right hand clutched at the door handle to gain more stability as our speed increased.
The mystery man jumped off to a better start, and was about two car lengths in front of us now. Walter cursed under his breath, knuckles beginning to go white from gripping the gear shift. The muscles in his right arm held a constant flex.
Click. Pull.
He switched gears, providing us with another lurch forward.
“Shit! This guy is fast!” Walter yelled, slamming the gear shift left and back again.
The trees on either side of the road whizzed past us in a smudged green blur. I glanced at the speedometer to see our speed approaching triple digits again. We were gaining on the mystery man.
Finally, Walter changed gears for the last time and the nose of our Nissan inched ahead of his unmarked black coupe. Walter did not let go of the shift stick, and I caught him sneaking a peak to his left, presumably wondering the same thing I was at this point.
“Who the hell is this man?”
The mystery man made his last move. He switched gears a few seconds after we took the lead, accelerating his car one last time, pushing him to another lead – this time of just under a full car length.
The finish line that the chubby man had marked was fast approaching, and Walter was pushing it to the limit. Beads of sweat were developing into rivers that trailed down his face. His short blonde hair was growing darker with perspiration around the tops of his ears.
We were no more than 100 yards from the finish line, caught in a stalemate. Neither car had made a significant push in over ten seconds. Suddenly, a screeching of tires pierced our eardrums. Both Walter’s and my head spun to the left simultaneously to the direction that the noise came from.
The mystery man had slammed on his brings, causing a plume of smoke to envelop around his car. We flew across the finish line alone, and did not slow down until nothing was present in the rear view mirror.
“What was that about?” I asked, now comfortable enough to speak.
“I don’t know, but I don’t really care to find out.” Walter shrugged. “I still can’t believe that guy was going to beat me. Either he
was really good, or I am really rusty.”
“Technically, he didn’t beat you.” I said, smiling at him flirtatiously.
Walter smirked and made eye contact with me. “I guess you’re right.” His hand left the gear shift for the first time since the race started, and gently rested on my left thigh.
We checked over our shoulders periodically, and took the long route back to our house to make sure that we were not being followed. When we pulled into the driveway, shut the garage, and opened the door; I was all over him.
The way he looked in that race made me crave his touch more than I already had been. The way his muscles contracted and bulged, the sweat on his face, and the look in his eyes provided the perfect combination to make me forget all of the insecurities that flooded my mind earlier in the day. There was only one thing that filled my brain now, and that was that I wanted Walter to fill other parts of my body.
I could tell that he wanted it just as bad as I did, because when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him into the door to slam it shut, he let out deep sigh of relief and pulled me closer into him.
We clawed at each other’s shirts in between kisses, and pulled at fistfuls of hair. Walter sucked at my neck so hard that a pain like that of a bee sting rushed through my nerves and up to my brain. But, that brain was too preoccupied with other matters to do anything about it.
I turned around and placed my palms on the door frame, bending over slowly while he pulled my jeans down to my ankles. His lips gingerly pecked at my calves, then my thighs, then my butt. His tongue lingered at my lower back, caressing the area just above my crack with its moist delicate tip. A tickling sensation combined with a feeling of pleasure and made my hair stand on end, and my body shudder like a cold winter’s day in Wisconsin. There was no time for the bed, not today.
I turned around and jumped into the air, wrapping my legs around his bare waist. Both of his hands filled with my backside as he caught me with ease. I felt the hard wood of the wall press against my body. Walter lowered me down onto him, and stood on his toes to push his hips up to mine.
“Ah!” I let out a gasp.
He was inside of me.
My elbows rested on the tops of his shoulders, bouncing up and down with each thrust that he made into me. The wall shook from the force that my body put on it, and two picture frames fell and crashed to the floor. Neither one of us regarded the loud crash with any of our attention. Our eyes were locked on to the others, our bodies were intertwined, and our souls were connected. We had both been through so much, and deserved to share this happiness together.
Chapter Three
I sat naked at the dinner table, watching Walter prepare our dinner when the telephone rang.
Shocked, I picked it up to view the caller ID, only to see a number I did not recognize.
“Hello.” I said curiously.
“Turn on the TV.” A deep, voice growled. If I did not know any better, I would have said the voice sounded familiar. But, that would have just been my imagination getting the better of me.
“Who was that?” Walter questioned.
I did not answer him, and walked silently to the living room and did as I was instructed.
A picture of the man cooking my dinner, and one of me were stationed in the top right hand corner of a national news network. A brunette with a fake tan read from the teleprompter:
“The FBI is asking that you be on high alert for these two wanted fugitives. They are wanted in a case involving nationally renowned business man, Roman Cruz, an attempted heist that left one of their members dead. The 3rd member of their party is in currently in police custody. Here is what chief FBI Agent, Dwight Arron said on the matter…”
They switched to an interview of Dwight, with reporters shoving microphones at him from all angles. His six foot two inch frame towered above the people that herded around him, and his muscles bulged through his close. This guy was definitely on something illegal.
“These fugitives are to be considered armed and dangerous. If you see them, do not approach the duo under any circumstances. Contact your local police department so that the right men for the job can handle the situation. We have a few leads as to where they might be hiding out, and I do not have any further comments at this time.”
Walter was in the room with me at this point.
“Damn. They got Dwight Arron. We must be high on the radar. I guess Roman and Lau got sick of hunting us on their own time, and called a few friends.”
“This is not good.” I mumbled.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A pounding on the door echoed throughout the house. I scrambled to my feet to throw some clothes on.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“This is the FBI, we know you’re in there!” I recognized the voice immediately as Dwight’s.
Crash.
The wooden door splintered and fell to the floor in a heap. Dwight and three other officers wearing navy blue FBI vests sprinted into the room.
“Get on the ground, now!” Dwight yelled, pointing his gun at Walter.
Walter and I remained frozen in shock, and dropped to our knees with our hands behind our heads.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I lay motionless on the carpet of our living room floor. Dwight and his crew were standing around us, when Dwight pulled a walkie-talkie off of his hip. Before he could speak into it, I heard another noise.
Bang.
One of the men fell to the floor.
Bang.
Another
Bang.
The third.
Dwight dropped to the floor and pulled the gun from its holster. No one said a word. All three of us were wondering the same thing: who was that?
A dark shadow appeared on the ground behind us that just caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I turned to catch a glimpse of who the creator was. The sun’s rays that leaked through the kitchen window were temporarily blinding, but the figure’s body blocked most of them out. Enough that I could make out a barrel chested body, with a network of veins that popped out of the arms that the white cut-off shirt could not contain. His head had a smooth rounded top, one that I knew so well. Ethan.
He stepped into the living room stealthily, and before Dwight was aware of his presence, Ethan was on top of him. The two scrummed on the ground, almost rolling on top of us at one point.
Both men were incredibly large, but Dwight was by far the biggest. He had a good four inches on Ethan, and was more than 15 pounds heavier in muscle. But, Ethan held his own. They threw punch after punch, blow after blow at each other. Blood dripped from Ethan’s lips, and his left eye was already becoming purple and puffy. Still, he continued to fight.
Ethan threw Dwight into the wall, lowered his shoulder and rammed it into the FBI agent’s gut. A load groan escaped from Dwight, causing Ethan to pummel him even harder. Ethan gave one last punch to Dwight’s chin, and the man was out cold.
Scrambling, Ethan pulled the keys from beneath his pocket and removed the handcuffs from our wrists.
“We have to go!” He yelled, in the deep, scratchy voice that I had missed so much.
We followed him out the back door to see a car waiting for us. It was all black, with tint so dark that you could not see anything inside. The make and model were still unknown to me, as it had been earlier in the day.
“That… That was you?” I asked, trembling.
“Not now.” Ethan pleaded. “Just get in.”
We piled up in the car, and he left the house in a cloud of dust.
Chapter Four
We pulled into an old looking trailer, far from civilization after a four hour drive. Nobody said a word until we were safe and sound inside.
I immediately began to ball my eyes out, and fell into Ethan’s chest.
“I thought you were dead.” I sobbed.
“It was safer this way…” Ethan reassured.
I punched him in the arm with all of my strength. “How could you do this to us?”
Walter still stared silently in disbelief.
“Roman and Lau were after me, so I figured that with me out of the picture they would stop looking for the rest of you guys. I am sorry, but I thought it was the only way to make sure that you all were safe.”
Walter spoke up. “You couldn’t have let us in on your plan?”
“If you would have known and they found out, they would have tortured you mercilessly to give up my position…”
Sick of hearing anymore, and feeling every emotion that I had ever felt in my life rush through my body at the same time, I did the only thing I knew could make it better.
Our lips touched for the first time in months. Oh, how soft and warm his kisses always were. I never thought that I would feel them ever again.
He pulled away after a few moment. “Look, I know what has been going on with you two. I just want to say that…”
I cut him off with another lip-to-lip collision. “Shhh.” I coaxed. “It doesn’t matter.”
Ethan pulled away again. “Les, it does matter. You thought I was dead, so you moved on. It’s fine.”
“Ethan, I never meant to betray you.” Walter spoke up.
“I have feelings for both of you!” I half yelled, not thinking before the words came out.
The two of them looked at me, stunned.
“And now that you are both in my life again, can we please just enjoy our night together? Ethan, I have missed you dearly.”
“I missed you too, Les.”
I pulled him by the collar into the only small bedroom that this trailer had to offer. Ethan’s clothes fell to the floor as I impatiently pulled them off of him, temporarily losing interest in his lips.
Soon after, my clothes found their way to various parts of the room as well. His naked muscles pressed into my body. His tongue stroked and licked between my legs. His hands gripped at my breasts.
Walter made his way into the room in the middle of my moans for Ethan to not stop what he was doing with his mouth. Without saying a word, Walter removed his pants, and placed his fully erect member in my face. Without skipping a beat I touched it gently at first, and then took his shaft in my hand and put it in my mouth. I worked it, up and down, moving my tongue in circular motions around the tip when I came up for air.