by Zoey Parker
The head of his cock was at her swollen pussy at an instant. He pushed in, and she was shocked at the feeling of fullness.
And then he started thrusting.
He pushed into her hard and fast, again and again, entering her as she shoved against him. His hands went to her legs, stretching them and pulling them high up around his hips as he fucked her. Even as she fucked back and clung to him, he didn’t let go.
Victoria was overcome with feelings she didn’t even know she could have. Her body begged for this to never end, and she swore she could feel his cock all the way up to her stomach as he pushed her open. She gasped again, her breath ragged, her fingernails dragging down his back as he fucked her relentlessly with some rough type of love.
She could feel her orgasm rising in her, and he picked up speed like he could feel she was near. She came, riding high up in the clouds, moving her hands from his back to his shoulders as she clung to him.
And the way her pussy contracted around him as she came was amazing, and it pushed her even closer to something more. He brought a hand in between them, dragging his fingers up and down her clit.
But neither of them could last, and they came, the both of them a quivering mess on the couch, sweaty, clinging, and full of emotions that neither of them could describe.
Victoria kissed his neck, bowing her head to him. She didn’t want it to end.
And it wouldn’t.
He gripped her, turning her body and placing her on top of him as his cock started to grow even harder a second time. She looked down at him, her eyes gazing into his. She couldn’t see what he was thinking, but she swore that they were both in the same state of emotion. That she felt something for him, that he felt something for her.
That maybe they were meant to be together, and maybe this wasn’t just some type of fun. Maybe there was a reason someone had shot at her that day, and that reason was that they’d end up together.
That was crazy talk. For now, this was good enough, but she didn’t want to never have this type of night with him again. She wanted it in her life – for now, and forever.
She put her hand over his heart, branching her fingertips across his chest before stroking all the muscles there. She found her way down to his abs and touched them, making her way down the small happy trail of hair that led to his cock.
She could see it now, better than she had in the brief moment before he’d plunged into her. She wanted to touch him in every way, and have him do the same to her.
And she knew they would.
She brought her hand to it, aligning his cock with the line of her slit like they had earlier. This time, though, she was even wetter from before, both with her arousal, and with his semen dripping out of her. She bit her lips, thinking about everything. This was a bad idea; she could get pregnant.
She’d deal with that later. Right now, she didn’t really care. She plunged herself down on his cock, taking as much of his hard length in her as she could at once. His hands went to her ass, helping to force her down and pulling her cheeks apart while he spanked her.
And then they fucked. Again.
And again.
And again.
# # #
Darren
She was asleep when he heard the knock on the door. She was in her panties and his T-shirt, but she wore no bra. That was still on the floor from where she’d discarded it earlier. Darren was entirely naked, holding her on his lap and in his arms.
They were both still on the couch. For now.
At the sound of the rap there, though, Darren got up. He didn’t even have the time to throw his boxers on in his hurry; this could be an emergency. He turned to Victoria, putting a finger over his lips and telling her to wait there. But she was still asleep.
Fuck.
When he’d gone to Victoria and proposed a game of Snap, he hadn’t really thought about his gun or his phone. He looked to the coffee table, where he’d hurriedly stowed his phone and his pistol earlier. Where the fuck were his pants? He couldn’t just go to the door naked.
Well, he could. And he’d better check who it was.
It was probably just some idiot coming to collect a debt, anyway. That was the only type of person who knew where this safe house was.
That didn’t mean he was going to open the door, however. He made his way to it, looking through the peephole to see who was on the other side. He couldn’t really see shit, though, so he turned a little bit of the curtain open so he could see out and whoever was waiting couldn’t see in.
The person standing there was scrawny. Barely a man; probably a boy, even. Maybe 17, 18. No. He was probably more like 19 or 20; he just suffered from a severe case of baby face. Darren didn’t want to deal with this.
He was turning back when the knock came again. So maybe he had to answer it. Great.
Goddamn. Where the hell were his pants? He looked back to the living room, where Victoria was still sprawled out on the couch wearing only his shirt and her underwear. They'd pushed them onto her in a hurry last night so his cum wouldn’t spill out of her. His heart panged at the thought of it; he had to be careful. He couldn’t let anything happen to Victoria.
His pistol was still in his hands. He backtracked, walking carefully back to the couch. He was as silent as he could be. There was no need to wake her up; this was probably nothing. He could get back to her and cuddle her in a few minutes, even. Or he could just ignore baby face and do it now.
A few more knocks came in rapid succession. One knock, and then a second knock, and then another, until the hits assaulting his door came in rows of three. Knock, knock, knock.
Finally, he found his jeans behind the couch, where he’d thrown them over the couch yesterday as some kind of dramatic strip tease. His mind drifted back to what’d happened with Victoria last night and he couldn’t suppress the smile.
But he had to deal with this.
His pistol was still in his hand. There was likely nothing to worry about, he reminded himself again. But it was better safe than sorry.
He went over to the door. Looking through the window again, he saw that the dude was still there. He felt weird even having to answer the door to this guy. Well, he didn’t have to answer the door. Anyway, as soon as he opened it, he was going to tell this guy to fuck off.
Instead, he opened the door to find the barrel of a gun pointed right at his head.
How the hell was he not expecting this? The entire reason he was here was because he and especially Victoria were in danger. If anything happened to him, he wouldn’t be able to protect her. And if anything happened to her, he deserved to be worse than dead.
He didn’t have to think twice.
He still had the pistol in his hand. He switched the safety off without even needing to remember how; he was used to using guns, even though he wasn’t in the habit of shooting people. He aimed the pistol at the guy’s stomach, and, without even blinking, shot him twice.
The first time was out of necessity. The second time – the guy barely started to fall, as if he was frozen, and Darren shot him a second time out of reflex. Now the guy was falling, and he was falling quickly. Darren could already see the blood spilling out from the guy’s torso; the gun the boy had been holding was falling out of his hands. Darren could see where the guy’s wrist had gone limp, but the pistol hadn’t fallen out of his grip yet.
Darren watched as he finally fell to the porch.
He wasn’t sure what to think. Victoria. Victoria needed to be safe.
At that moment he heard a scream. He was about to try to force himself to move his limbs to go to her when he felt a force barrel right into him.
He recognized the softness of her skin and the small weight immediately upon impact. Victoria. She’d ran straight here. And why wouldn’t see? The gunshot had probably woken her up, probably terrified her.
# # #
Victoria
She moved from around Darren to see what he was looking at, but the first thing she saw was his
face. He looked shocked. She didn’t expect to see it, but his face was written through with shock and something else. He’d probably done this before; that didn’t mean that he was used to it. She put a hand on his arm; he was probably shell-shocked.
But then she saw the body.
The boy was lying there, a gun in his limp hand. It looked like his body was already getting cold. From the way he was lying, Victoria could already figure out what had happened – Darren had opened the door, the guy had tried to shoot at him. Darren had just shot first.
Thank god he was okay. Victoria had been so worried. She didn’t want to think that she was falling in love with this man, but she couldn’t deny that there was something between them. They were clicking on some level, and she just wanted to stay in his arms as much as she could. Even if it meant that the rest of her life would be dangerous while she had his comfort.
But he was safe. And that meant she could breathe easy. For now.
But they also had to deal with this. Even though they were hiding in the middle of the woods, they couldn’t just leave a dead person around and pretend that nothing would happen.
He had to get it together, and she had to help him.
Her hand was still on his arm. She held onto him tightly, shaking him. “You can't just stand there.”
She looked at him then, the words barely having left her mouth when she realized that his eyes were kind of distant. But then he came back to himself, and she saw the Darren she knew and thought she might even…love.
She continued speaking, trying to get the words out quickly before she could have a chance at stumbling over them. “We need to do something about this,” she said. “We need to get rid of the body. Darren? Darren, do you hear me?”
# # #
Darren
He might’ve been surprised earlier, but he was actually shocked at hearing this. As much of a bad club as he liked to think he ran, there were only a few people in the Bloody Saints club that he could go to with something like this. And Victoria had barely even seen any trauma in her life, or so he hoped. He didn’t know everything he needed to know about her just yet. And here she was, already suggesting solutions to the fact that he’d just committed murder.
If he already liked her before, he was liking her even more now. They needed to work together. He was going to keep her safe; too bad Victoria was intent on doing the same for him.
He still didn’t look like he was all that okay, and that was freaking Victoria out. Darren was supposed to know what was going on with everything, but here he was just standing there. He turned to her. The smirk that was on his face comforted her a little bit, but not much.
But then he spoke, and the way he talked to her put the butterflies in her stomach at ease. “Do you have any ideas?”
# # #
Victoria
Victoria noticed that he was looking at her differently, and it bothered her. She didn’t have time to complain about it, but she made a note to herself that Darren thought of her as some delicate flower. She’d always been tough. This was a little bit – okay, a lot – different, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t handle it. And it involved Darren. They were in this together, so, no matter how she felt about it, the both of them were going to have to find a way out of this.
They couldn’t leave the body here, even if they moved into the woods. Someone had clearly sent this guy here. There was no way he’d decided to go try to kill them on his own; at least, that was Victoria's guess based on what she knew of how club dynamics worked. And his fellow club members would probably go searching for him when he didn’t get back to them. No, leaving the guy here was a bad idea.
And they couldn’t just go further out into the woods either; someone could go looking for him there, or a hunter or some hikers could stumble upon him, putting any cabins around her under suspicion. And if they took the guy anywhere where it was likely to be traced back to either of them, they’d get thrown in prison: him as a killer, and her as an accomplice. Or even worse, a rival would find them before the law did, and…
Thinking about this was a headache.
“Victoria?”
“Give me time to think about it.”
But as she said it, she realized what they needed to do. There were parts of town where it wouldn’t be uncommon to find a dead body. They probably couldn’t go back to the bar, since some time had passed and people would’ve already seen the scene anyway. But they could find somewhere. They just needed a way to get there.
She tried to look past the porch and out into the driveway, but the way the drive sloped kept her from seeing much. “Do you still have the car?”
“Yeah,” Darren said, pausing after he got the word out. “Why?”
He didn’t know where she was going with this. He didn’t know exactly what he should do. He had plenty of ideas, but none of it was anything he wanted to involve Victoria with. He was okay with doing dangerous things, so long as the danger was only to himself, or one of his friends, if they agreed to it.
“I have an idea.”
“And that is...?” He dragged out the “is,” wanting to know what exactly Victoria was thinking. He didn’t know if she was honestly okay, but he was fine with pretending that she was if it meant that they got through this. If she was actually okay with this, that was even better. And he wouldn’t be surprised. Victoria Parker was turning out to be the toughest woman he’d ever met in his life, with maybe the exception of his mother.
“I can't tell you.” She looked out to the trees, wondering. Maybe that open door she’d seen earlier wasn’t a coincidence after all. They needed to leave. “You have to trust me.”
They stood in silence for a minute, both breaking off into talking at once:
“We should go,” said Darren.
“Do you trust me?” Victoria asked.
They both responded yes at the same time, turning to the other with a smile. Their happiness was short-lived, but it’d get better. They just had to deal with this.
Chapter Fourteen
Victoria
There were only a few things in a girl’s life that could get her blood pumping the way Victoria’s was now. Okay, well, there were a lot of things, probably. Acing an interview for your dream job, getting engaged to the one you love, getting married, having your first child. Unfortunately for Victoria, she didn’t have any of those milestones to compare this to.
And besides, it probably felt a lot different. She wasn’t sure how to explain the feeling of trying to dispose of your first dead body, but it was something that she wasn’t sure she was going to experience again. And if she never had to deal with something like this ever again in her life, that would be great. Really great.
They were still at the safe house. There was only so much two people could do when they were surrounded by trees and trying to figure out what to do with the body of the dude Darren had just shot.
This had gone from a boring, forced stay in the safe house for both of their safety to really interesting real quick. And Victoria had an idea about how they were going to deal with this – she’d already told Darren a few minutes ago. His reaction hadn’t been the best, but they were going to go with it. All they needed to make the occasion more somber was the sky opening up so rain could fall on them.
“I put the car in the garage,” Darren answered her question.
They couldn’t stay here. They were going to need to take this man somewhere, and it would have to be somewhere remote, far away. At least an hour away, anyway. That probably meant the city. If they drove an hour in the opposite direction, Victoria wasn’t sure where they would wind up. It was better to just go to a bad area of town where this entire situation could be dumped off on someone else.
“Okay.” She nodded. “Go get it. I'll stay here.”
Darren paused, looking like he was having doubts about leaving her here. And he was. What kind of man would he be if he just left a woman – Victoria, especially – on her own, especially after some
one had just come here looking to kill them? If not kill her, they were trying to kill him, anyway, and that spelled out bad news for Victoria too.
“I'm not going to leave you out here by yourself.” He knew Victoria was tough, and he knew that she thought of herself as just that. But that didn’t mean that he was going to abandon her.
“Someone has to stay here,” she said. She interrupted him, already arguing before he could even think about exactly why leaving her there was so bad. More than bad. Even though it was definitely unsafe, he didn’t think he’d want to leave her out here on her own even if there wasn’t someone out here dead, and presumably more waiting to come and slaughter the two of them.