Hands locked, Reid looked at her shocked, his jaw dropped, and his deep brown eyes widened. The world around them ceased to spin as she stared back at him, passion thick in the air.
Kirsten could run right now. She could. She should.
But she wouldn’t. Not until she gave Reid Walker a hearty taste of his damned medicine.
With a sinister half smile, she giggled. “Looks like it’s my turn now.”
10
“Don’t you dare.” Reid’s dark words and equally dark stare only served as more threats, ones she did not heed.
Kirsten laughed, enjoying the prospect of having him at her command. No way she would give it up. Not for the world. “Oh, no, Sir. It’s your turn.” With a playful shove she pushed the shocked Reid back. He wavered, then stumbled to his knees. The level of his head met right with her lower abdomen, and she grasped his hair, thrusting his lips to her. He obeyed her lead, planting a trail of wet kisses across her belly.
How Kirsten loved the feel of his tongue and mouth all over her. Everywhere. Desire danced inside her, its flames burning her with ultimate need. How she wanted to bury his thick cock into her dripping wet slit and satisfy her body.
But she couldn’t. Not yet.
The power Reid held over her body was unbelievable, and she wanted the same control of him. She wanted to see him squirm under her and groan in ecstasy, so pleasured he could never forget her.
Methodically she went about stripping him of all his clothes then pushed him back, shoving his hands above his head.
When Reid lay spread out before her, bare, exposed, and hard as the rocky ground he lay on, Kirsten licked her lips. Oh what fun he would be. Just the sight of him naked drove her crazy. His rippled muscles glistened with a deep tan covered in black curling hairs, the lower the darker. Slowly, Kirsten ran her fingers across the coal trail that had tortured her with notions the first day they’d met. She let her long nails run down its length, their touch ever so light. Soon she reached the path’s end, and there she found his cock, erect and ready for her. On its tip she placed a gentle kiss as she knelt down on all fours and wrapped her hands around the shaft.
Any other time Reid would have taken control, pressing her to swallow his cock right away. But not this time. Instead she teased him with her tongue, harassing him with gentle nibbling. Balls in hand, she massaged them until her lips made thier way to the succulent orbs. One at a time, she took turns engulfing them in her hot mouth.
“Oh God. Kirsten, stop.” Reid’s hips pushed upward as he moaned.
With a devilish little laugh, Kirsten suckled them just a bit harder. His back arched, and his body tensed against her attention.
“That’s too much. Stop it now.”
Kirsten let a sinister notion overtake her and became naughty. If he wanted to punish her for being bad, then that was what she would be—very wicked, very disobedient, just plain bad girl. She had a feeling he’d love every minute of it.
With a tighter grip, she moved her hands up and down his rod. It pulsated under her grasp, and she grabbed the head with her mouth. She suctioned its tip, loving it with her tongue as she explored his tenderest of spots.
Reid groaned.
Kirsten giggled.
Like concrete in her grasp, his hardened cock would no doubt explode any minute if she kept at it, and that she would not allow—at least not until she had hers, which she wanted badly, so badly her pussy actually hurt. It needed to be filled.
With her legs spread wide she knelt on the field’s green grasses, and straddled his face. Her fingers interlocked tightly in his hair, she forced his head to her pussy and demanded pleasuring.
Reid had no choice but to obey.
With his tongue, he granted her wish. Anything to get her off his cock. Her torture had him ready to explode; so damned hard, so damned ready he ached with pulsating need.
The salty sweet taste of her made him desperate for more and he attacked her pussy with lavish laps. Her juices flowed into his mouth, and he drank it up, in heaven.
Right now, Kirsten might be in charge, but he’d be sure to show her he still had complete control. Even handcuffed, he could drive her body insane. Kirsten couldn’t deny him—she was his.
All his.
With gentle nibbles he teased her clit, torturing her. He sucked and licked it, pulling gently with his teeth. Then he moved onto her slit, praising the whole length of it, diving in and out of her hole with his tongue. She rode his face like it was his cock, commanding him with her moans and groans.
The game did little to relieve his cock, and he grew harder, if that were possible. But still, he had to make it last. To take Kirsten places she’d never been.
But before he could even get really started, Kirsten tore away from him. The luscious taste of her pussy abandoned him, leaving only traces of her creamy juices on the tip of his tongue.
Still straddled across him on her knees, Kirsten moved down, each slow scoot backwards tantalizing as her wet sex grazed his chest, then his belly. When she finally reached his lower regions, she hovered inches above his ready cock, a wicked look in her laughing green eyes.
How he wanted to grab her and yank her down atop it. To drive into her full force and end the torment. But the handcuffs disabled him from any movement, imprisoned him to her will.
In only a second, a million lifetimes seemed to pass. He waited for her next move, and prayed for reprieve.
Instead, Kirsten wrapped her fingers around him and used the tip of his cock as a tool on her nether lips. The tease massaged herself, the pressure applied just enough to drive him nearly insane. The most sensitive spot on the engorged head of his shaft burned against her busy inflictions. Desperate. Thumping.
He needed a release. Now. To wait any longer simply wasn’t possible. As if she sensed it, her wet slit engulfed him.
The very world shook.
Up and down she moved, slow and in control. Every inch of him moved inside of her.
Her sheath wrapped around him, silk and satin.
Heaven on earth was Kirsten Montgomery. And oh, how he loved her.
One hand at a time, Kirsten pushed herself up from atop Reid. Beneath her, he rested from their little siesta. He stretched, his perfect tan body supple with the tight bulges of muscle.
If she weren’t so worried, she’d want him again. In fact… but no, she had no time for such things.
An empty silence hung in the air, the country smell thickly laced with grasses and wildflowers. Neither of them made a move for conversation. Relieved, Kirsten searched her mind, disappointed in herself. How long had she been passed out? Two minutes? Two hours?
She and Reid had played for so long, going places she’d never been. It had taken her to a point she didn’t know existed, where worlds collided and shattered. After such a mind-blowing orgasm, the only option had been collapsing, much as she’d wanted to stand and run away.
And now she’d lost precious minutes, time in which Kurt could very well be closing in around her. Who knew how close he’d gotten by now? He could be at the ranch already, searching her out. Ready to end her life.
No. As fast as possible, she jumped up and gathered her scattered clothes. Pulling on each leg, each sleeve felt like a million years’ worth of work. Her shoes lay half-laced and flung nearly ten feet away. How did they get off?
After she finished pulling herself back together, she didn’t waste a moment’s time.
His eyes followed her, burning holes in her back. Without turning she could envision his hard glare, cold and unrelenting. Disbelieving.
As she ran away, Reid remained silent, without a protest, without a care. His quiet ate at her. Each and every time her feet hit the ground, taking her farther from him, her nerves incensed.
How could he just lie there and watch her leave without a word? Didn’t he even care that she was going? That she was abandoning him, handcuffed? He could at least say something. Anything.
Annoyed, she stopped in h
er tracks and swung back around. “Good-bye might be nice.”
“Hey, you’re the one leaving.”
Flustered, Kirsten narrowed her eyes. “You know, you’re absolutely right. Good-bye and good riddance.”
Jerk. Reid Walker thought he knew it all. Well, he was the one in the handcuffs this time, not her. And he could stay in them.
The hell with it. She had better things to do than worry about him. Like getting the hell out of here.
“Kirsten wait.” Reid’s gruff voice commanded, as if he had the right.
“What?” Kirsten kept walking, her voice sure, her shoulders square. Pretending his call didn’t matter. That he didn’t matter.
“Take the keys, Kirsten. They’re in the pocket of my jeans.”
That stopped her. She whirled around. “What?”
“Take the keys, take the Blazer, and get the hell out of here.” The low growl to his voice scared her.
He wanted her to go. Not stay.
Her eyes darted from the heap of blue jeans then back to Reid. Why would he do that to her…no, for her?
To let her go was to break the law. Something Reid obviously wasn’t accustomed to, not with him being Sheriff.
No, a man like him always followed the rules.
So why would he bend them for her? She didn’t want him in trouble over her. Hell, he could lose his job. “No, I can’t do that, Reid. It…”
Reid shot up from the ground like a snap of a whip. His cuffed hands still above his head, he glared at her with deadly eyes and a snarl. “Go!”
His deafening holler answered her question, clear as the disgust in his eyes. Reid wanted rid of her. The truth had shown itself this afternoon, and he’d finally realized the trouble she could cause just being around.
“Fine,” she shouted back. Wasting no time, she snatched the keys, and held the cold metal tight in her fists. It burned right through her. Well, at least Reid believed her. Finally. And now he was sending her away.
Just what she wanted…right? Right?
A piece of her broke in two as she ran off, her legs flying across the long stretch of field as fast as they could carry her. Her thighs burned, her chest ached, but she kept up the pace.
She couldn’t stop. If she did, she’d never be able to start again.
God help her, for some reason she wanted to stay with Reid more than anything in the world. Even though he wanted her gone, even though she needed to go.
Like the same fool who’d run off to California with superstar dreams. Who’d been hoodwinked by a drug dealer, and naïvely stolen his car.
How many times her silly heart had cost her…
She wouldn’t do it again. She couldn’t. This time her mind was in charge, and good common sense told her go.
Go. Go. Go.
11
The sun’s brilliant rays cast pink and yellow hues across the clear blue sky as it set into the horizon. Night threatened darkness, though light still ruled.
Another day lost to him. Just like Kirsten.
With brisk, determined strides, Reid crossed the field toward home, heading straight into the setting sun. At least hot rays no longer beat down on his chest, left bare by the impossibility of putting on his T-shirt.
His boots crashed into the ground, sending swirls of dust around the bottoms of his jeans. The cuffs locked around his dangling hands in front of him gave proof of a truth he wished he didn’t have to believe.
Kirsten had left.
No. He’d sent her away because she’d needed to go. It was for the best, wasn’t it? Of course. For Christ’s sake, if what she’d said held even the slightest morsel of truth, then her life depended on it. She couldn’t stick around, not if her ex had the slightest clue as to her whereabouts.
How Kurt could have found out baffled Reid. Could the system be so corrupted that a slime ball like Kurt could easily obtain such information?
Guilt gnawed and chewed at him. It ate him alive with every step he took. Maybe if he’d listened to Kirsten in the first place he could have done something from the start. But even now he didn’t know the whole truth. No, sending her away was best for the both of them.
He didn’t give a hoot that he’d broken his oath to the town and the law. To hell with being sheriff. What mattered more than anything was that she was in danger. And she was gone. Forever.
The ranch emerged, at first a dot on the horizon, growing with his every passing step. Brush from a sage bush tripped him and he stumbled, the cuffs making him fight to stay upright.
“Damn it.”
Once again he cursed himself for a fool. Why did he have to give her all the keys, including the master? Now he’d either have to wait for Skip to come out to the ranch Monday and saw him out, or he’d have to go into town like this.
“That’d go over real well,” he muttered to no one in particular.
Eventually he’d have to call the state authorities and tell them she’d bested him. Maybe they’d send someone out and the story wouldn’t have to go too far.
Hell, it had been a fun game they’d played together. Never had his blood boiled so furiously for any woman. Kirsten had taken him to an altogether different world, one where pleasure and ecstasy ruled.
Just as expected, the Blazer no longer sat in the drive. Tracks in the dust marked where she’d sped out. Kirsten couldn’t have but a half an hour on him. He supposed it would be best if he waited an hour or two before he made the call, and let her get a good jump-start. He didn’t want anyone catching up with her. She belonged home in Alabama, safe and happy. Not with Kurt, not in jail, and not with him.
With heavy feet he treaded up the stairs to the back door. He started to turn the knob, but a snapping sound stopped him short. Coldness washed over him and sent a shiver down his back.
“What the hell!”
Under his feet shards of glass cracked. He stepped back, realizing the side panel had been shattered out.
Ready for anything, Reid shoved open the door. Shit, someone had broken in all right. And ransacked the entire house. What little he owned had been tossed upside down and inside out. From room to room he wandered, his heart in his throat. Slashes ripped through his furniture. The drawers, cabinets, and closets had all been rummaged. The refrigerator hung open, obviously searched. Even the carpet had been pulled in places.
What a mess.
No doubt, Kurt was responsible. What could he have been looking for? Kirsten? No, she couldn’t have been hidden in a kitchen drawer or under a rug.
No, Kurt desired something else. Something of value, and he obviously wanted it bad.
And he’d be after Kirsten for it.
It hit him like a punch to the gut. His insides twisted in realization. It had taken time to tear the house up like this. More then it would have taken between Kirsten leaving and his arrival. No, Kurt had to have been here when Kirsten got back. The Blazer was gone, but only Kirsten had the keys.
What if he’d followed her out of town? What if Kurt had Kirsten even now?
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
Utterly panicked, Kirsten’s foot automatically pounded harder on the gas, and the Blazer choked to get up to speed. The engine roared, and sputtered in refusal, but Kirsten held down the pedal and prayed for a miracle.
With dread, she readjusted the rearview mirror once again. There wasn’t any denying what she saw.
Shit.
In the distance, a little white spot continued to emerge, growing larger and more like Kurt’s BMW with every second. Just to be sure, she whirled and looked out the back window.
The sports car sped right up to her tailgate, so close she now could make out the sinister glare on Kurt’s face.
How could he have caught up with her? For over half an hour she had been driving along on the quiet country road, its long, empty stretch all to herself.
It didn’t make any sense. None.
Once again she slammed down on the pedal. The speedometer reached seventy, then eighty. The t
ruck shook, and the steering wheel vibrated in her tight grip. The Blazer couldn’t take it. She let her speed drop just a bit, and tried to focus on the road.
Kurt drove up alongside of her. What could he be doing? It wasn’t as if he could run her off the road with his little tin can car. If he attempted to broadside her in the Blazer, it would be like a pebble flinging off a rock wall.
So long as she kept driving, she should be safe.
Or maybe not. Kurt’s ice blue eyes pierced right through her as he brandished a handgun and aimed at her. A wicked grin curled his lips, and the cold man under the Hawaiian print shirt shone through.
On the outside Kurt might look sunshiny and carefree, like a true Californian ready for “surf’s up.” But Kirsten had discovered the man he really was. A dangerous man who would no doubt pull the trigger without a second thought.
Horrified, she did the only thing she could. She pressed her foot down as far as it could go. Her heart beat faster than the Blazer sped. The sooner she found a town the better, because she could never outrun Kurt’s car. Evening dimmed around her, and if she didn’t get somewhere safe before dark, then she had no hope at all.
Sweat dripped down her face as she forced herself to look straight ahead. She couldn’t look at him—her death. Her knuckles whitened under the pressure, but still she squeezed the steering wheel as if holding it tight brought her some measure of safety.
Just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t look.
The roar of both vehicle’s engines beat at her ears, a deafening noise. All of a sudden, the racket became unbearable. Without thinking, she started to reach out and turn on the radio, but before she could touch the switch, a loud pop blasted through the air.
The Blazer swerved, and she lost control, the flap of a flat tire the last thing to echo in her ears before the truck rolled.
For a moment everything went black.
Slowly she came to, fighting for consciousness against the void that wanted to consume her.
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