Down n' Dirty

by Darcy Dawes

  “I knew he was hardly an innocent guy. I knew about the cars…at least sort of. But I didn’t think he was the sort of guy who people would want to kill!” She lifts her face away from her hands and turns to look at me. “Who would want to kill him?”

  I shrug. Many people. Rivals. Cops. FBI. You name them.

  “It doesn’t matter. Danny will get them.”

  “Will he be okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Will we be okay?”

  “I won’t let anything happen to you, Little One. I promise.” I move my hand from her back. If I keep touching her, I don’t know what I’ll do and when I said I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, I meant it. That means protecting her from me too.

  I eye her profile. Poor little Gray. She has no idea what she does to me.

  “Are you hungry?”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t think I could eat even if I wanted to.”

  “You’d better get some rest then. You can take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

  “I—”

  “Take the bed, Little One. I’ll find you something to sleep in.”

  Biggest mistake of my life, I know, but I can’t let her sleep in a skirt and top.

  I lead her through to the bedroom. It’s almost as bare as the living area. A king-sized bed and a chest of drawers are the only furnishings.

  “The shower is through there if you want to take one.” I pull open a drawer and she sits on the bed.

  How easy it would be just to push her back. To lift that skirt and run my fingers down the line of her panties. Would she be wet? I’d lick her through the material and get that little clit all swollen just to make sure. Then I’d plunge my dick in her virgin pussy. Christ, I can practically feel it now, tight like a glove around me, new and unused.

  Jesus. I draw in a breath through my nostrils and throw a t-shirt her way. What a sick fuck I am lusting after a virgin. And I know she is. She’s never had a boyfriend. She’s completed untouched.

  I ignore my clothes. I’ve got a bag packed for emergencies and there’ll be plenty of stuff at the safe house. For tonight, I’m staying dressed in case we need to move quickly.

  “V?”

  I pause in the doorway. “Yeah?”

  “I’m scared.”

  She should be. Stuck for who knows how long with me. A man not good enough for her who can’t seem to remember that she’s practically young enough to be my daughter.

  “Don’t be,” I lie.

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