I needed her too. I needed her like my life depended on it.
Little did she know it, but I was going to take more from her than she ever dreamed. She said she’d give me everything. If only she knew what I had in mind. Whatever price she thought she was paying, she was wrong. She wouldn’t just be mine for the night, she would be mine forever, in ways she couldn’t imagine.
“So you’ve run out on Wolf?” I said.
She nodded.
“It’s not going to be easy to get away from him.”
“I know.”
“The rest of Los Lobos will join the hunt.”
“What choice do I have?” she said, her emotion rising to the surface.
“Relax. You did the right thing. You can’t live your life under the thumb of a man like that.”
“I just couldn’t take it anymore,” she said, tears filling her eyes.
“It’s all right,” I said. “Do you have a plan?”
“I was going to run for the border. I’ll figure something out once I’m across.”
“You don’t know where you’ll go?”
“I don’t have anywhere.”
“Do you have any money?”
She shook her head.
“That’s a terrible plan,” I said. “You won’t get far at all. He’ll find you.”
“That’s not your problem. You’ll just drive me to the border and forget all about me. You’ll have had everything you want from me by then.”
“Will I?”
“You want what everyone wants, right?”
She pulled her skirt up on her thigh, giving me the tiniest glimpse of the black satin of her panty.
She was a torment. Fuck, my cock wanted that cunt. It throbbed and crushed against my jeans. I had to adjust my position.
I could tell this didn’t come naturally to her. She hated what she was doing, bartering her pussy for help. But she was doing what needed to be done, and I respected that. The world was full of people who accepted their fate without a fight. She wasn’t one of them.
“Maybe I want more than that,” I said.
“Whatever you want, you’ll be done with me by the time we reach the border.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You will. You’ll tire of me very quickly in this situation. I’ll have nothing left to offer.”
“That’s not true.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You have no idea what you’re getting into,” I said. “If you knew what I wanted from you, you’d run from me too.”
“It can’t be as bad as what Wolf wants.”
“You should be careful what you give up,” I said. “You’re telling me I can have whatever I want, but that’s only because you’re desperate. When it comes time to pay the price, you might regret what you’ve bartered.”
“And you’ll make me pay every penny?”
“When the dancing’s done, the fiddler always gets his pay.”
She started to cry. “Look, I’m not here to bargain. I need your help. If Wolf finds me, he’ll destroy me. You can either help me or you can leave me here for him. I’ll give you whatever I have. I don’t care what you want. Take it and help me, or stop wasting my time. I won’t go back to Los Lobos. I’ll die first.”
I was silent for a moment. I looked at her, took in the details. What was I doing? I’ve taken a lot of things from people in my life, but never something like this. I usually take from those who can afford to give, and I take money, not something personal. Not something vital.
But I’m a thief at heart, a bandit, and I wanted this woman’s body, all of it, more than I’d ever wanted anything else in the world.
“Stop crying,” I said. “I’m going to get Wolf off your back.”
“How?”
“Leave that to me.”
“And what about his gang? Los Lobos is a brutal pack of killers.”
“All men are brutal killers,” I said, “or have the potential to be.”
She looked at me for a long moment. It was the first time she truly saw me for who I was. A look of fear crossed her eyes. I meant my words. Brutal killer. She could see it in my eyes.
“What if you die?” she said.
I spread my hands in a gesture of helplessness. “If I die, I die,” I said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’ll have already fulfilled your part of the bargain. In return for that, I’m willing to give you my life.”
She nodded. “And this arrangement, what exactly is it? What am I offering in return for your help? You keep saying I’ll regret it, but you don’t say what it is.”
I didn’t like forcing her into this position, this horrible choice. She deserved better, but I was the only one there, the only one who could protect her. We needed each other.
She couldn’t change what she needed of me.
I wouldn’t change what I wanted from her.
“It’s everything,” I said. “That’s all I can tell you.”
She looked at me again, assessing me, trying to decide what sort of devil she was making this pact with. When she spoke she’d made her decision.
“All right,” she said at last. “Let’s do it.”
“You sure you want to go through with this?”
She nodded.
And as easy as that, we’d both given up everything to fate. I’d taken on a fight I couldn’t win. It would certainly cost me my life. And in return, without even fully realizing it, she’d offered me the son I wanted to leave behind after my death. I knew, just by looking at her, that if she gave me a child, she’d be a good mother to it. Some things you can tell at a single glance.
“Does Wolf have any idea where you are?” I said.
“I don’t even know where I am.”
“All right,” I said. “I’m going to take you to one of the rooms.”
“Okay,” she said. One look in her eyes told me she meant it.
I beckoned the bartender.
“You rent the rooms?”
He nodded.
“We’re going to need one.”
“Sure,” he said. “They’re fifty for the hour. A hundred for the night.”
I left a hundred-twenty on the bar, grabbed her hand, and led the way. We went out to the rain. We were both soaked to the skin anyway. Our room was across the lot. We ran.
Chapter 6
Jackson
I OPENED THE DOOR AND she hurried inside. She was nervous. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. I could tell. It only made me hotter for her—her tight little ass in that wet dress—her sweet, plump breasts, bursting against her low-cut neckline—the delicious pussy I knew was waiting for me.
I looked at her.
There was a window by the door and she pulled aside the curtain to peer out.
“You looking for him?”
She shook her head.
“He doesn’t know where to find me. I could have gone anywhere.”
I looked at her but said nothing. We were on borrowed time. Maybe it would be a matter of hours, maybe days, or weeks, or months, but sooner or later, Los Lobos would catch up with us, and when they did, it wouldn’t be pretty. When that time came, I would make sure I was there alone. I would make sure she was safe. She knew it and I knew it. That’s why we were in that motel room together.
And even then, I knew there was more to this than just our bargain. There’d been a connection, an electric sexual tension, between us since the moment we met. The situation she was in, the months that had passed since our first encounter, did nothing to dampen that.
Her eyes were so big I could have melted in them. Her mouth was a tool for seduction. The image of her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock flashed before my eyes. I thought of my semen pouring into her mouth and it made me shiver. I was so hungry for her it hurt. Even the mess of her makeup turned me on. It made the situation more urgent, more dangerous. It excited me in a way I can’t describe. I wanted to walk
over to her and ram my tongue down her throat.
“Promise me I’m going to be all right,” she said.
She knew that was more than I could guarantee, but I nodded.
“I’ll protect you, but you have to give yourself to me in return, completely and utterly,” I said. “That’s my price.”
She sat down on the bed and pulled off her panties.
“I’m yours now,” she said.
“If we go through with this, there will be no turning back,” I said.
I meant it. If I offered her protection, she would be mine. Mine tonight. Mine forever. She would give me everything.
She didn’t say a word. She lay back in her wet clothes, a drenched mess. My cock was so hard it was ready to explode just looking at her. I’d never seen such an erotic sight in my life. This was it. This was the woman I was going to possess utterly. The certainty of it overwhelmed me.
“You got a name?” I said.
She didn’t even look at me. She rolled onto her belly, turning her back to me.
My heart skipped a beat.
I could see the beginning of her ass, the wet dress hiked up over it.
“Open your legs,” I said. “Slowly.”
She spread them wide open, exposing her pussy like a piece of ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
I took off my bike leathers. My wet skin clung to them and I couldn’t get them off fast enough.
She spoke without facing me, her voice fragile.
“Are you going to use a condom?”
I had a condom in my wallet, I thought about it and agreed to put it on. There would be plenty of time later for what I wanted to do to her. I’d give her time to get used to me first.
She pulled her dress up higher, exposing her entire ass and pussy. Her body tilted, exposing herself so seductively that a drop of pre-cum fell from the tip of my cock. There’s not a man alive who’d have been able to resist her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Take what you want.”
“You’re mine now.”
Her voice was almost a whisper. “I know,” she said.
It was a bad idea. God help me, I knew it was a bad idea. Nothing about the situation was right. It was moments like these that got men killed. Whatever happened after this, I wasn’t going to escape unscathed. I knew that. I knew it with an ice-cold certainty.
But then, what is life for? What’s the point of it all? This was destiny, giving me a last chance to be the man I was supposed to be. My father had just died. By protecting this woman, I would take his place.
I opened my belt buckle and let my pants fall to the ground. I ripped off my wet shirt. I was completely naked. My cock pointed toward her like a violent weapon. She was my victim.
I climbed onto the bed and leaned down, my face close to her pussy. I wanted to smell her. I wanted to taste her, to savor her. She was mine now and I wanted to know what I’d just purchased. I opened my mouth, put my lips on her clit, and sucked.
She reacted passionately, her body squirming. The sound of her moan turned my blood to fire. Desire surged through my cock like an inferno. A hunger came over me I’d never before experienced. It was an insanity. All I could think about was fucking that poor girl senseless.
If the men chasing her burst through the door at that moment and pointed a gun at my back, it wouldn’t have stopped me. I was going to finish what I’d started even if it meant death. I slid my tongue inside her crevice until it found the opening of her vagina. The taste was indescribable, unlike anything I ever imagined.
She moaned my name. “Jackson.”
The words were like a secret code that spoke to my cock alone. It throbbed as if it had been hooked up to an electric device. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d explode.
“Take me, Jackson,” she moaned.
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her toward my cock. Her pussy arched toward me.
I wanted to drive my shaft so far inside her, she’d never be able to even think of another man again. And then it struck me. I didn’t know her name.
I touched the soaking wet lips of her pussy with the purple head of my raging cock.
She squirmed.
I put the first inch of my shaft inside her and pulled back.
“Put it in me,” she moaned. “Put it all the way in. Fill me.”
Jesus. Do you have any idea what it does to a man to hear those words? It’s like the voice of God to a monk. It’s the sound I’d been waiting to hear my entire life, without even knowing it existed. Only when I heard it did I realize what it meant to be a man.
“Not until you tell me your name,” I said.
“My name doesn’t matter.”
I pushed the bulbous head of my cock into her hungry cunt, teasing her, and pulled it back.
“Tell me your name,” I said again.
She let out a quiet wail. Was she crying? I didn’t know. I couldn’t think of anything but the force of the semen building inside me.
“Tell me your name or I’ll spill myself on your ass,” I said.
“No,” she cried. “I want you inside me.”
“Then give me your name.”
She hesitated. I ran my shaft through the plump, ripe crack of her ass.
“All right,” she gasped. “Faith. It’s Faith Shepherd.”
My cock plunged into Faith Shepherd’s pussy and it went so deep it scared both of us. I’d never dreamed I could push that far inside a woman. She reached back and grabbed my wrists, pulling at them, and I slid to the very core of her.
The sensation was excruciating. It was like dipping my cock into a pool of liquid pleasure. Her body sucked me in, deeper and deeper, until I could hardly bear it.
I felt a throb. It started in my groin and pulsed to the tip of my cock like a sonic wave.
“Jesus,” I cried.
It happened again, only stronger.
“I’m going to come,” I cried, biting my lip. My hands formed fists that clenched her hips mercilessly.
She moaned. “Do it, Jackson.”
The first pulse of orgasm was like the pain of death. My vision blurred. My muscles contracted. The pleasure that had been building inside me like snow on a mountain peak, crashed over the edge like an avalanche. I cried out. I screamed her name. “Faith.”
I came so hard it was like being kicked from behind by a wild horse. My seed shot into her with a force I didn’t believe possible. The first spurt was followed by another, and another, flinging itself into the condom mercilessly, as if trying to escape it and soak her womb with its potency. It was the most intense, passionate thing I’d ever experienced. It was the orgasm I compare all others to.
It was a startling feeling.
“You’re mine now,” I said, and I don’t know if it was me or some force of nature speaking through me. “I claim you. You belong to me, and me alone.”
Chapter 7
Faith
IT DIDN’T END WITH JACKSON’S ORGASM. That was just the beginning. The beginning of the story of my life.
I don’t know what possessed me, but as soon as I approached him, it was like a force of nature took over. Everything else just happened. He made me feel vulnerable. He made me want to be his. I wanted him to dominate me in ways Wolf Staten never dreamed of.
I knew there was an arrangement between us that was based on need. I was offering myself to him so that he would protect me. I was basically his whore. But even then, I felt there was more to it than that. I’d have let him fuck me even if I didn’t need his protection. And maybe I was just fooling myself, but I sensed he would have offered me his protection, even if I hadn’t offered him my body.
From the beginning, there was more to it than just escaping Wolf. Jackson was a man who could protect me from anyone, but even if I didn’t need protection, I’d have wanted him. He had a power over me. It sounds strange to say it, but I wanted to belong to him so completely that no other man would be able to dream of taking me from him. It was an animal attracti
on that defied logic.
And I was so glad I had my back to him when he took me. And fuck, did he take me. He took me like a herd of stampeding, wild horses. I didn’t want him to see my face. I didn’t want him to know who I was. I wanted to hide. I was afraid he’d see the truth. The truth that I wanted him just as passionately as he wanted me. The truth that the more he took, the more he claimed, the deeper I belonged to him. I’d wanted Jackson since the second he first walked into the Los Lobos bar. Now that I was finally his, it felt like God had answered all my prayers. Whether or not we got away from Los Lobos didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was his.
He thrust himself so forcefully into me I thought he’d tear me apart, and I liked it. All I wanted was for him to fuck me harder.
The moment of his orgasm was cosmic. You ever watch those documentaries where they show how the universe was created, the big bang, the explosion that created everything? That’s what Jackson’s orgasm was for me.
I swear, I felt his cock explode in a spasm of ecstasy. I felt it fill the condom with a terrifying force. It made me want to cry to feel it. I wanted the condom to burst. I wanted his semen in my womb.
And then, after he came, he flipped me over so I was facing him. He was still hungry for me. I could feel the throbbing girth of his shaft against my thigh.
“Whatever you want,” I said. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours now, Jackson.”
He leaned over and looked deeply into my eyes. God, he was handsome. He had the chiseled face of a classical statue. Love had never been part of my plan, but suddenly, I wanted him to kiss me. He pulled off my dress and bra. I was naked before his eyes, my body literally vibrating with anticipation.
I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. I don’t know why. I was acting on raw instinct.
He met my lips and slid his delicious tongue into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure. I meant it when I said I was his. To this day, I’ve never kissed another man the way he kissed me that night. He brought chills to my skin.
I still wake up sweating, dreaming of that kiss.
From my mouth, his lips moved over my neck, caressing my clavicle, sliding over my ripe nipples.
“Your body is like something I dreamt,” he whispered, then he closed his lips on my nipple and sucked.
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