Wanted - Dead or Alive: A Bad Boy Outlaw Romance

by Alpha, Alyssa

  Well, I don’t really know what that will mean.

  We both remain frozen in this moment, feeling time tick past us.

  Tick.

  The tension is thick in the air, like a lit match in a room filled with gasoline. Dexter is still refusing to turn around and look at me, so I can’t see his expression, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly how he’s feeling.

  Tick.

  My heart is pounding so heavily that I can feel it in my mouth. Can he hear it too? What does he make of my confusion?

  Tick.

  Then the moment passes, and my mind instantly clears. I know exactly what I need to do.

  On that revelation, a small sigh escapes past my lips and that noise is enough to make Dexter’s entire body sag as if a weight has fallen from his shoulders. I watch him slowly spin around to look at me, and as soon as our eyes connect, I know for sure that I’ve done the right thing.

  All kinds of emotions swirl through my body and I feel my legs wobble. My eyes flicker and dizziness starts to consume me. Dexter must sense that I’m becoming overwhelmed, because in less than a second, he’s by my side. His thick, strong arms are wrapped around me as he guides me back towards the bed.

  “Come on,” he says, sounding slightly awkward, as if he wants to forget that horrible exchange ever happened. If I’m honest, I do too. I know he’s done bad things, I know for a fact that I shouldn’t trust him, but I also know that there’s no one else out there that’s willing to help me with the hunt for my sister, and as time goes on it’s becoming increasingly obvious that I’m not going to be able to do it by myself. I need him a lot more than he needs me.

  But it’s certainly about more than just needing Dexter around. I actually want him by my side too. I may have only known him for mere hours, but of that I’m certain.

  As I let my body recline once more against the warmed sheets of the mostly uncomfortable bed, I swear I feel his lips press against mine, but the gesture is so sweet it seems impossible that it could have come from such a rough and ready man.

  Despite this, I allow the feeling of the kiss on my mouth drift me off into a wonderfully blissful sleep. Memories of his lips against mine and his fingers deep inside me keep me satisfied right the way into the morning.

  The next thing I’m aware of, Dexter is inside me. His cock is thick and powerful and it fills me right up.

  He was right; I did need stretching out to fit him. He’s so damn huge.

  He’s rocking away on top of me, and each thrust hits the right spot inside of me, sending waves of pleasure crashing right through me.

  “Dirty girl.” He pants, becoming increasingly aroused by the small moans escaping my mouth, and his cock twitches and pulses inside me.

  The fact that such a strong, masculine man is sexually excited by me is amazing. It makes me feel gorgeous, sexy, worthy…unbelievably hot.

  The orgasm starts to build until I almost can’t take it anymore. I finally crumble, screaming and thrashing beneath him.

  It may only be a dream, but the pleasure feels real…

  Nine

  Dex

  Thump, thump.

  I twist over in the bed, trying to block out that noise. It’s probably coming from inside my own fucking head. It usually is. Although…did I drink that much last night? I can’t remember hitting the booze as hard as I normally do. That being said, my mouth is unbearably dry, which is normally a pretty good sign that I’ve spent the previous night wasted out of my skull.

  As I fling my hand out, trying to grasp onto something to tell me the time, I find myself hitting soft, warm flesh instead, which brings the memories flooding back. This time, the girl beside me is a pleasant surprise, rather than a disappointing annoyance that I need to get rid of. Someone that I should have sent home immediately after I was done with her.

  “Hmph.” Willa murmurs before shifting over and making herself comfortable again.

  I can’t help but smile at the sight of her pale, innocent young body writhing next to me. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but there’s just something about her that makes me want to protect her. Like some kind of aura, or whatever shit they call it these days. It’s much more than the fact that she came all this way to find her missing sister, straight into danger, in that shit-heap of a car and without any money to boot. It’s just the essence of her. She fascinates me; every aspect of her.

  This feels like so much more than a random hookup. It did right from the very first moment I smelled her. How fucking weird is that?

  That’s why I didn’t fuck her last night. I wanted to wait, to savor the moment when it finally arrives. I know it’s gonna be something else too…the feel of her wet, tight pussy last night has my cock standing to attention even now just thinking of it.

  Thump, thump.

  Oh shit, there’s that noise again. What the hell is it? Is someone knocking at the door?

  Holy fuck. I jump up out of the bed, starting to feel more panicked than I ever have before. If this is the cops, then I’m fucking screwed. And at the worst possible time too. I don’t want to get arrested with Willa here. How goddamned humiliating would that be? Plus, it’s likely that she would be somehow implicated, even though she’s perfectly innocent.

  Well, innocent in most ways, anyway.

  I grab my jeans with one hand as I scramble around the room for all of my belongings with the other. I can’t think straight, I just need to…

  Thump, thump.

  Oh god. My entire body slumps with relief as I realize that the sound is coming from next door. It’s their door that’s being pounded on. It’s probably just housekeeping or something…if they even have cleaners in this shit-hole of a motel.

  “Stop being so paranoid, you fucking idiot!” I hiss to myself.

  I can’t let Willa see me all worked up like this. I need to calm the hell down or she’ll worry too, even more than she’s going to when she wakes up and remembers that she spend the night with a man on the run; a supposed murderer.

  I head for the window, but before I open it, I spot something that makes my heart leap right up into my throat. Police officers, two of them. For real this time. This isn’t just my paranoia speaking—I can actually see them with my own fucking eyes.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  I mutter under my breath as I watch them stop directly under the window. They talk intently to each other, pulling out random documents to examine as they do. They’re here for me, I just know it. I don’t know how I can be so certain of that, just that I am. An iciness starts to creep up my spine as a tight knot of panic boils in my stomach.

  “Willa.” I grab her, shaking her more ferociously than I probably should be. She turns over but doesn’t instantly wake.

  Should I just go? Would it be better if I left her? At least she wouldn’t get any shit for being with me…unless someone saw us as we came in? Oh crap, I can’t make this decision right now. I don’t want to, and I don’t want to leave her, either.

  “Willa!” I say a bit louder this time, and luckily, she bolts upright in bed.

  “Wha…?” she asks while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Oh god, why the fuck does she have to look so cute right now? I really don’t need this distraction or the current throbbing in my pants. I need to focus for once in my fucking life.

  “We have to go. We need to leave right now.” I emphasize my words, desperate to get my point across clearly and quickly. She needs to understand me right away.

  As she pushes her way out of the bed, seeming to just get it, I race back over to the window. They’re still there, which means we have a chance. We might actually be able to escape.

  “Come on,” I hiss. I know I sound rude, but now is not the time for bullshit niceties. “We can get out of the back, if we leave this second.”

  As I turn back, I quickly see that Willa is already dressed. She has the clothes back on that she washed yesterday. They’re still a little damp, but she doesn’t seem to care about that a
t all. The frantic look in her eyes suggests that she only has one end goal—the same one as me—getting the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.

  All the words that I want to say fall away as I grab her wrist and drag her from the room. I flick back one last glance to check that I haven’t left anything behind. I don’t want to leave any clues that either of us were ever here.

  We tumble down the stairs, making far too much noise as we go, but I don’t give a shit about that. I just need to escape. I know that there’s a back door, leading right to the spot where I parked my bike, and I know we have about three seconds to get there before the police start their manhunt around this place.

  Kaiden’s word means fuck all to me now. He might have deemed this place safe, but I wouldn’t put it past the bimbo on the main desk to rat me out. I could see it in her eyes; she wanted to fuck me and throw me in jail all at once. If she’s gotten wind that I actually came back here with another woman, she’s the type to tattle merely out of spite.

  God damn it, I did not think this plan through.

  “Where…” Willa pants. “Where are we going to go?”

  “You just leave that to me, baby doll,” I throw back at her. I have no idea how to answer her question, but I don’t want her to know that. She’s probably still a little confused about being woken up in such a manic fashion, and I don’t want to give her anything else to panic about.

  Especially not because of me.

  Finally we push the doors open, and the cool early morning air hits our faces. I hear Willa let out a small gasp, but I don’t stop. One slip-up could be all it takes for me to end up in jail, and they can get fucked if they think I’m going there for something I didn’t even do.

  “There.” I point to my bike, and we both jump on it. Luckily I have a spare helmet hanging from the handlebars. I actually keep it in case I lose one, but this time it’s going to come in handy.

  Okay, I’ll admit it. I occasionally take chicks out for a ride to impress them before we fuck, but now isn’t the time to say that out loud, especially not to Willa.

  She places her hands awkwardly on my hips, as if she’s never ridden on a bike before and has no idea how dangerous it is. Grinning to myself, I grab her arms and wrap them tightly around me. She’s going to have to grip me hard if she wants to stay on. We’re about to go faster than I’ve ever gone before.

  “Don’t let go,” I say before revving the engine to life. God, I love the sound of that purr. This bike is probably the only non-shitty thing that I own, and I love it with my life.

  I flash a glance behind me I put my foot down and race off into the distance, as far away from this fucking motel as humanly possible. I don’t even think about where I’m headed. In fact, all I really think about is Willa’s arms clinging to me.

  Soon, my mind begins to wander into much dirtier territory than is appropriate for a moment like this. As it does, I suddenly realize that I’ve now turned Willa into a fugitive too. She’s now on the run with a suspected felon.

  Coming back to my room with me was one thing—she could have easily denied that she knew anything about me, but to run from the police alongside me…no one could plausibly deny any knowledge there, not even the world’s most expensive criminal attorney.

  Wasn’t like either of us could afford top-dollar legal representation anyway…or any at all.

  I wonder if she’s noticed this too. I wonder if she’s regretting ever setting eyes on me. I can’t imagine Willa has ever done anything bad in her life before, and I certainly can’t picture her sitting in the slammer.

  I don’t know why she’s still with me, and I certainly don’t know why she made the decision not to turn me in last night, but I do know that I’m grateful. I don’t know what it is about her, I just feel more powerful when she’s around.

  I think I might be in trouble, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the authorities.

  Ten

  Dex

  “Where are we going?” I finally hear Willa ask meekly from behind me.

  I have no idea how to answer her. All I’ve really been worrying about is getting away, but I don’t think that’s an issue anymore—we’ve been driving for ages with no sign of anyone, so I’m pretty sure we’re safe. It’s time to make up my mind; it’s time to take some sort of action.

  Instead of immediately saying anything, I veer off to the side of the road and stop the bike. I pull off my helmet, feeling the sweat from my dirty hair trickle down my face as I turn to face Willa.

  She imitates me, tugging off her helmet too. I’m amazed to see how good she still looks. She was pulled from her bed in a hurry, she’s had no time to dress properly, to brush her hair, even to shower…yet somehow, she still looks gorgeous.

  Like a fucking angel.

  Her piercing blue eyes look questioningly into mine, and it takes me a second to shake myself out of this moment and back to what needs to be done.

  “We should get started,” I say in a gruff, matter-of-fact tone. When Willa doesn’t immediately say anything, I speak again. “We should start looking for your sister.”

  “Erm…right, yeah. Okay.” She sounds a little stunned. Maybe she didn’t really expect me to help her. Does she not know that I always keep my promises? No, I suppose she doesn’t. We’ve only been acquainted for a little while. Not even a day, come to think of it. Mere hours, really.

  Why does it feel like it’s already been a lifetime? And why doesn’t that bother me in the slightest?

  “I mean, if she’s been missing for a while, we can’t really afford to waste any more time, can we?”

  Willa’s silence proves that I’ve probably said the wrong thing. Of course I have. I don’t want to worry her more than she already is and make her think something awful has happened to her sister. She’s been dealing with this shit for months already.

  “So, where do we start? The strip club, maybe. What did you say it was called again?”

  I do remember—my memory isn’t that short. I just love the cute, uncomfortable look Willa gets on her face when having to say such a dirty thing.

  “Pussies Galore,” she says.

  She almost whispers the words, shifting in her seat and letting her hair hang down across her face like a mask for her to hide behind.

  “Do you know where it is?”

  “Do you?” she snaps back, either taking her worry out on me or trying to find out how much time I spend in strip clubs. Perhaps a bit of both.

  It might not be a good idea to admit that I’ve been to that particular club more than once, so I shrug, feigning innocence. “Maybe we should ask someone.”

  I turn as I speak, as if I’m looking for the next random passer-by to speak to.

  “Stop it,” she hisses, pulling me backwards. “I have the address written down somewhere.” She pulls her backpack off her back and starts to rummage through it.

  I try to hide the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. Half of me is enjoying winding her up, but the other half of me wants to stop it and just wrap her up into a massive hug to protect her from whatever she’s about to discover.

  I don’t like to say it out loud, but a missing person is never a good sign. I’ve never known anyone to vanish and turn back up again without some serious baggage. Plus, the situation surrounding Nicolette’s disappearance just doesn’t sound great. A stripper, an abusive boyfriend…it just doesn’t equate to a happy ending in my eyes. Maybe it would in the movies, but this isn’t a movie. This is real life, and real life fucking sucks.

  I’ve known that for far too long now.

  “Okay, I think it’s just around the corner from here.” Willa finally looks up, panting and a little red-faced.

  “Sure,” I say, shoving my helmet back on. I don’t want her to be able to read my expression and be able to tell that I already knew that.

  We race around to the filthy street which contains the seedy building that is Pussies Galore. Trash floats along the road, including more t
han one condom wrapper. Graffiti covers all of the red brick walls and shady characters loiter on all of the street corners. It doesn’t escape my notice that Willa grips on to me much tighter.

  I twist the bike round into a stop, right by the door. I admit, I’m showing off a little, but that’s to cover up something much deeper. It’s not necessarily fear, just a bit of anxiety that Willa is about to get bad news.

  I don’t allow that to show, though. I swing my legs off the bike and grab Willa’s hand. I keep my face steely and confident, and as we walk through the bright red chipped doors, I continue to swagger in the confident way that I always do. The more presence I have, the more I get what I want. I’ve learnt that over time. If my crappy life has taught me anything, it’s that, and that’s a lesson that I’ll always use.

  It’s only the early hours of the morning, but there are still girls dancing, and there are still clients paying. It may not be the top-notch clientele, but it’s a well known fact that Pussies Galore never sleeps.

  “What now?” Willa whispers, slipping her hand into mine and moving her slight body behind me.

  She’s clearly extremely uncomfortable, so I take the lead; something that I’m extremely good at. “Let’s take a seat and get a drink. Act natural.”

  We slide into a nearby booth and wait in silence for a waitress to come and serve us. I find my eyes scanning the girls, even though I have no idea who I’m looking for. It’s unlikely that Nicolette is going to look too much like Willa, but I figure that I might be able to spot some sort of sisterly resemblance. Plus, I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I told Willa I’d help, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.

  Fuck, when did I suddenly become so whipped?

  “Can I get you guys anything?” A brassy southern drawl interrupts my thought pattern, and I open my mouth to ask for a whiskey. It might be early, but we need to blend in.

  To my shock, Willa pipes up before I can get a single word out.