by Hamel, B. B.
“Until one day, that old man I told you about came to my apartment and warned me. He said that the cartel knew who I was. I didn’t waste any time trying to figure out what happened or why, I just grabbed Trip and made a run for it. I headed straight for you guys, assuming they’d come after my family. And now here we are, after all this time. The fucking CIA or whoever is nowhere to be seen, and I’ve been hiding what I was really doing for no good fucking reason.”
As I finished my story, I turned my head and looked at her.
“You should have told me,” she said softly.
“I couldn’t. They said that if I ever told anyone, then I’d be in more trouble than I was before. They said they’d throw me in Guantanamo Bay and let me rot there.”
“All this time, you were working undercover.”
“And it was fucking hell,” I growled, moving closer to her. I watched as she took a deep breath and her lips parted slightly, reacting to me. “I kept thinking about you, about home, and how badly I wanted to see you. How badly I wanted to taste you again.”
“Camden, I—”
“And I’m sorry I brought all this on you. But I’m pretty fucking happy now that I’m with you.”
Before she could protest, I gently took her by the chin and pulled her face against mine, kissing her hard and deep.
There was no resistance. We both knew what we wanted, and we’d come too far already to turn back.
Her mouth was open and rough against mine as I pressed her face closer, kissing her hard, letting all my desires and fears come through in my need for her. She returned my ferocity, her hands reaching over to pull off my shirt.
I let her toss it into the back and grinned at her.
“Is that what you wanted?” I asked.
She ran her hands down my ripped abs and bit her lip. “Yes.”
I kissed her again, my hands exploring her body, and slowly slid them down toward her chest. She gasped as I deftly pulled her shirt up, tearing it off her body. I tossed it into the back seat with my shirt and she crossed her arms over her bare chest, her tiny black bra barely concealing her.
“Don’t be shy,” I said softly into her ear, kissing her neck.
“I’m not.”
I gently moved her arms and kissed her chest. She ran her fingers through my hair. “That’s better.”
“What if somebody comes by?” she whispered.
I reached down to my seat and pulled the lever that let me push back. I slid my seat backward as far as it would go and then reached over to Lacey, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her over onto my lap. My dick was straining against my pants and I wanted her to feel it, hard against her ass as she straddled me.
“Let them see,” I said.
She gasped as I bit her lower lip and began to kiss her again. She pressed her body against mine, returning my kiss, her hips rocking slightly, rolling up along my rock-hard cock.
After an agonizing second of her grinding along my length, I unhooked her bra and tore it off. She smiled as I took a handful of her breasts. They were fucking perfect, full and perky, and I loved her hard little nipples. I kissed them softly, gently biting their tips, and she gasped.
“I’ve been thinking about doing that for a long, long time,” I said.
“I missed you.”
I kissed her again, our bodies pressed together, and slowly slipped my hand down toward the front of her jeans. I flicked open the button and yanked down the zipper and slipped my hand down her panties.
She gasped as I touched her soaking wet clit.
“Ready for me already?” I asked.
“No, not at all.”
“Tell that to your soaked pussy.”
“Camden!”
“What? Your pussy is soaking wet for me.”
“You don’t have to say it.”
“You like when I say it.”
I began to rub her clit in soft, practiced circles. “I know,” she said, letting out a soft, low moan.
“You like when I touch your tight little pussy.”
“I know.”
“And you want to slowly slide down my long, thick cock, don’t you?”
She gasped as I slipped a finger deep inside her. “Yes.”
“You want to fuck me right here in this car.”
“Yes.”
“You want to ride my cock until you come. You want to fuck your stepbrother.”
She gasped as I kissed her neck and rubbed her clit more, working her. I felt her hips rock with the rhythm of my fingers.
“Yes. I want to fuck my stepbrother,” she groaned.
“Dirty girl. I want to fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you moan.”
She gasped. “Camden.”
Ignoring her, I began to pull down her pants. She adjusted, half standing, and helped get them down over her knees and off her feet. As she did that, I pulled a condom out of my wallet and unbuckled my belt. I opened my fly and pulled my pants down, slipped them off.
I looked at her bare pussy and grabbed her ass, pulling her against me. I felt her warmth through my thin underwear, and she began to grind against my length again, kissing me hungrily.
I took hold of her hand and pressed it against my cock. She wrapped her fingers around my stiff length and began to stroke it.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “You’re bigger than I remember.”
“And you’re fucking sexier,” I said, taking a handful of her hair.
She gasped. “Fuck, Camden. I need it.”
“I know you do,” I said in her ear.
“Please fuck me.”
I released her hair and slid off my briefs, my hard cock standing straight and erect in the moonlight. I quickly unwrapped the condom and rolled it down my length. She adjusted and pressed her soaking lips around my shaft. I was practically buzzing for her, my whole body vibrating.
Her pussy was inches away. I needed to put myself deep between her legs and spill into her soaking wetness.
She moaned, impatient while I teased her softly, kissing her neck.
“Now you’re mine,” I whispered as I took her hips and lowered her down onto my rock-hard cock.
She gasped as I sunk deep into her. I watched her breasts shake softly with her low moans as she slowly began to slide up and down my length, her hands gripping my shoulders. Her pussy gripped my dick like a vice, tighter than I could have imagined. Part of me marveled that I could even fit inside of her at all.
“Holy fuck,” I said. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“It’s like you’re going to split me in half,” she moaned, “and all I want is more.”
“Shit, grind those hips,” I grunted.
She obeyed, grinding herself down against me. I grabbed her ass hard, helping her rock against my body, my cock filling her to the brim. She rode in hard circles as I bit her nipple again, softly kissing up her neck and lips.
After a minute I grabbed her hips and pulled her up and then shoved her back down with a satisfying smack. She gasped as I did it again and again, pushing my hips into it, fucking her harder, deeper.
“Like that,” she moaned.
“You like it when I take control?”
“Yes. Please.”
I grinned at her and held her hips as I fucked her, slamming her perfect body down onto my hard dick, rocking her whole frame with my hard thrusts. She moaned loudly, her hair falling down around us, blacking out the moon. The whole car rocked with the force of our fucking.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but her body, her smell, her taste, her delicious moist pussy rolling up and down my shaft. I didn’t care who caught us or who saw, I just wanted to fuck her, fuck her like I’ve been dying to fuck her for years.
She began to ride me then, her breasts shaking in the moonlight, my hands hard on her ass and her hips. She rode me fast and hard, gasping for air, moaning loudly, her hands hard on my shoulders and on the headrest. Her full breasts shook in my face.
; “Shit, don’t slow down,” she breathed.
“As hard as you want.”
“Keep it right there.”
She threw her head back and I gathered her hair into my hand, taking control of her, thrusting deep into her pussy. I could see her losing it, letting herself slide into the deep chasm of pleasure that was our sweating bodies finally coming together. Her whole frame tensed, her muscles tight, as her back arched.
“Come for me,” I whispered in her ear.
“Camden,” she moaned loudly. “Camden, Camden, Camden,” she said over and over as I fucked her hard and deep.
She came hard, her whole body tensed, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her muscles tensed. I held onto her hair, tipping her chin back, and continued to fuck her until finally she reached her full release and relaxed against me, breathing hard in my ear.
My cock was practically ringing like a bell, buried deep inside her.
“Fuck,” she grunted softly. “Holy fuck.”
“You’re perfect when you come.”
“That was intense.”
“We aren’t through, though.”
She gasped as I bit her nipple again and began to move her hips.
“You want to come now?”
“I want to fill that little pussy up,” I said.
She smiled at me, rolling her hips.
“I want to make you come nice and hard.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing then.”
“Oh yeah? You like this?” she asked, all pouty and fucking sexy.
“God damn, yes.”
Her hips rocked and swayed along, her pussy gripping my dick like it wasn’t going to give it back. It was warm and slick and tight as all fucking hell, and her hips and tits moved as she worked me. She reached back behind her, putting her hands on my knees, and began to fuck me harder.
I moved my hips, pushing farther into her.
“Fuck me deep, Camden,” she gasped. “Come inside me.”
I grabbed her tits, squeezing as I felt the orgasm building. I could barely keep myself under control when she talked like that.
“You have a dirty mouth and such a tight pussy,” I grunted at her.
“You fucking want it.”
“Shit, I do,” I said, fucking her, thrusting hard. Our bodies were covered in sweat as we moved together, hard and fast and rough.
Her moans and her tits and her hips and her ass all filled me as I came, the orgasm exploding into my brain. I grunted, filling her pussy, coming hard and fast and deep.
The pleasure exploded through my body. And then as quickly as it happened, it was gone. She rested her body against mine, my cock still deep between her legs, and we breathed together.
I felt calm and okay for the first time in a very long time, sitting there in the car with her as my cock very slowly softened inside her.
“I needed that,” she whispered.
“Me too.”
“What happened earlier—”
“We don’t have to talk about it.”
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
I paused. “For what?”
“For keeping me safe.”
“Don’t thank me for that. I’ll never let you get hurt.”
She kissed me and I kissed her back.
We were alone in the middle of nowhere, touching in a stolen car, but I hadn’t felt so at home in a very, very long time.
Chapter Eleven: Lacey
I woke up groggily to the sun rising up over the horizon, the light streaming in through the glass. I was curled up in the back seat of the car, and for a second I thought I was back home in my bed.
But as memories of the night before came crashing down on me, that illusion was entirely shattered.
Camden lay in the front seat, his head cocked to one side, still asleep. Last night, when he realized that I was falling asleep, he opened the doors and made me curl up in the back where I’d have enough room to at least sprawl out a little bit. I passed out, and he must have slept sitting up all night so that I had enough room.
I smiled softly to myself. And then the image of him strangling that man to death, his eyes wild with fury, hit me square in the chest. I gasped out loud and felt like I could barely breathe.
I had watched him kill a man. I knew he killed the other one as well; I had heard the shots. When the struggle started with the second man, I came out of the bathroom and watched as Camden gained the upper hand and killed him then and there.
I knew he had to do it. I knew it was for the best. But that image was seared into my brain, both horrifying and incredible. It was brutal and sudden and real, too fucking real.
The whole thing hadn’t felt real until that moment. It felt like Camden had kidnapped me and made me drive across the country with him like a madman. It hadn’t felt like real danger until those two guys showed up and forced Camden to fight.
Slowly, the image of Camden choking the man to death was replaced with the memory of what came after. In that moment I had needed him, wanted him badly, more than anything else in the world. I saw what he was willing to do to keep me safe, and I realized that he wasn’t full of shit. And when he told me the truth about why he was involved with the cartel, it all but made up my mind.
He never wanted any of this. He never wanted us involved, never wanted to go on the run with me. And he was willing to kill with his bare hands to get us all out of it.
“You awake?”
I nearly jumped out of my seat at the sound of his voice. “You scared me.”
“A little distracted back there?” He was looking at me, concerned.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Remembering the orgasm I gave you, I’m sure.”
“Something like that.”
He laughed at me and grinned. I wanted to reach up and touch his face, and I wanted to get out of the car and run away. I wanted him and I was afraid of him, and I wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger in that moment.
He must have noticed that something was up, because his face fell pretty quickly.
“We need to ditch this car and get another.”
“Can we get breakfast first?”
“Sure. Then we steal a car and cross the border.”
I paused. “We’re close?”
“Yeah. We should be able to cross today.”
“Washington,” I said pensively. “I’ve never been in this state before.”
“Ever been to Canada before?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“You’re in for a treat then.”
“Why?”
“Because Canada has the best roads in the world. And Tim Horton’s.”
“Tim Horton’s?”
“You’ll see.” He started the engine. “You can stay back there.”
I pushed the door open and climbed into the front seat. “Take me to food.”
He grinned at me but didn’t say anything. We pulled back onto the road.
I hated brushing my teeth and washing my face in the sink of a dirty diner’s bathroom, but that was about the best we could do. I was going on day two without a shower, and I was guessing I smelled pretty bad.
Still, with a stomach full of pancakes, we hit the road again and drove all day. Camden was oddly quiet, even when I tried to make conversation, and so the miles passed by without much comment.
Which was fine with me. I was starting to get used to the rhythm of the road. Although I was bored out of my mind, I definitely preferred the boredom to the excitement of what had happened in our motel room the night before. Though the excitement of what had happened in the car after, that would have been welcome.
Around four in the afternoon, I saw a sign flash by.
“Border in five miles?” I asked him.
“Looks that way.”
“Are we ready for this?”
“Not quite yet.”
“What do you mean?”
“We need to stop and get our fakes.”
“Right. I fo
rgot about that. Aren’t we supposed to be in Seattle for that?”
He shook his head. “Not anymore. We need to stop and call my guy.”
About ten minutes later, Camden pulled off the road and headed into a small town. It took us another hour of driving before we found a pay phone. I almost couldn’t believe that it still existed, much less worked, but there it was.
“It’s like a dinosaur,” I said.
“A dinosaur that works, at least.” He dropped in two quarters and dialed a number. “Is this Jim?” I was only getting one side of the conversation, but Camden seemed at ease. “It’s Camden,” he said. “I need documents.” There was a long pause. “Small town near the border. Tiny place called Maple Falls.” Another long pause. “Soon as possible. We’re standing outside of a drug store.” He hung up the phone and looked at me.
“What happened?”
“He said he’d be here in two hours.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I’m going to pay him a huge chunk of our money, but we’ll get across with his documents at least.”
I leaned up against the wall. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“What can I say? I’m incredible.”
“Why aren’t we going to Seattle, by the way?”
He frowned. “I guess we should talk about that.” He walked over to the curb and sat down. I walked over and sat down beside him, close enough for our legs to touch.
Maple Falls was a tiny place, pretty much one street. It looked like the town time had forgotten, which probably explained why they still had a working pay phone. There was one single drug store, not even a chain place, and there was still an open Blockbuster next to that. There was one restaurant, some kind of Italian if I had to guess, and one clothing store.
Basically, we were completely alone on the main street, and it didn’t look like anyone was coming any time soon. Really, it didn’t look like anything was going to happen any time in the next century.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“We shouldn’t have been found last night,” he said.
“I know.”
“I was following a route Trip gave me.”
I stared at him, mind racing. “You didn’t tell me that.”