by Hamel, B. B.
We got to the car and I threw open the door.
“Get in,” I said.
She hesitated by the passenger side, biting her lip. I started the engine and rolled down the window.
“Come on, Lace,” I said. “There could be more. Get in.”
She seemed to gather herself and then threw open the door and got in the car. I peeled out, pulling away, hitting the road like a tornado. We flew down the back streets in total silence, driving at least double the speed limit, the crappy sedan barely able to go as fast as I wanted it to.
We flung around curves, hardly braking, and blew through a few red lights. I was in the zone, my pulse pounding in my chest, and I couldn’t let myself slow down. Everything seemed so clear in the post-fight adrenaline high, and I knew that I needed to get myself under control before I made a stupid mistake.
I couldn’t peel my eyes from the road. If I did, I’d look over at Lacey. I’d see the way she was looking at me. I’d see the fear and the disgust in her eyes, and it wouldn’t surprise me.
Because I was feeling that same fear and disgust.
I’d killed before. I didn’t like killing, but I did it because that was my job. But that was the first time I had killed a man up close with my bare hands. It was different when you were right in his face, both of you struggling for survival. It was more primal and brutal and it hit you in a different way. I could tell that was going to stick with me for a very long time. Even though he was a very bad man, and definitely deserved it, I’d still never forget his face.
It helped, though, that I did it for a good reason. I did it to save my own life, but I also did it to save Lacey’s.
We burned our way through the on-ramp to the highway, pausing only long enough to grab a ticket at the toll booth. As soon as that robotic arm was up, I was on the road and driving fast.
I didn’t let myself slow down. My foot pressed down the gas and we moved, blowing past any late-night truckers and other overnight drivers. We sped along, the miles ticking by like water, and my mind remained completely blank. The only thing I thought about was keeping the car under control and moving, moving, moving.
“We need to slow down,” she said.
I picked my head up, pulled out of my trance. I glanced at the clock and realized that two hours had melted by in the blink of an eye.
“We need to keep moving,” I said.
“Getting pulled over isn’t going to help us.”
“Getting caught would be worse.”
“If they’re following, we’re not losing them on a highway. No matter how fast you drive.”
I blinked and realized that she had a point.
“What do you suggest?”
“Get off at the next exit. Drive around.”
I sighed, slowly coming back to myself. I had been in some sort of trance, obsessed with moving, as if speeding along could keep the demons at bay.
But there was no running from memory. It was a part of you, and no matter what, there was no escaping who you were. There was only acceptance.
I knew she was right. I was surprised that tricks like that came to her so easily, but I wasn’t going to question it. In another four miles there was an exit for some small town I had never heard of it, and as soon as the turnoff appeared, I took it.
We drove through thin, winding streets. My eyes were locked on the rearview mirror, but nobody was following. We were lucky it was night, since headlights would make it much easier to spot someone sticking close behind us.
After a while, we were thoroughly lost.
“Where are we?” Lacey asked.
“I have no idea.”
“Do you know how to get back?”
“Not at all.”
She was quiet for a second. “Pull over.”
“Right here?”
We were in the middle of an empty road with fields stretching in all directions. I hadn’t seen a house anywhere for a few miles. It was pretty clear that we were completely and utterly alone.
“Yes. Now. Please.”
I slowly moved to the right side of the road and came to a stop.
“Okay. We’re stopped.”
I looked at her and frowned. She was staring straight ahead, her whole body rigid and tense. The full moon shone directly through our windshield and I could see every inch of her face, every bit of her skin. Suddenly, she reached over me and cut the engine.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
“Camden,” she said quietly, “I need you to tell me the truth.”
I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. “I already have.”
“No, you haven’t. Why are they after us?”
“Things went down. It’s not worth saying.”
“I just watched you kill two men.” Her voice was flat and unemotional, which actually made me even more worried. “I think I deserve to know. Actually, no, I need to know.”
I clenched the steering wheel. What the hell was I waiting for? My handlers weren’t coming back and I knew it. They were gone and had left me for dead. I was on my own and I had to make my own choices.
They couldn’t hurt me any more than I was already hurting myself.
“I was recruited,” I said softly. As the words came out of my mouth, I could feel a weight begin to lift from my chest. “I didn’t lie when I said I was stealing cars. I got caught, and after some time in jail, these two American guys showed up. They said that if I helped them get information on El Tiburon’s drug cartel, then they’d wipe my slate clean.”
I glanced at her but she showed no reaction. “So I joined the cartel and met Trip. We worked undercover together, getting close to the Mexicans, moving up through the ranks, all for the CIA or whoever it was.”
“You don’t know who you were working for?”
I shook my head. “They said that if it ever got out that they were operating on Mexican soil, then some very bad international shit would happen. I’m guessing it was the CIA, but I really don’t know. Worse, they told me that they could make my life and my family’s life a living hell if I ever breathed a word about what they were doing. I kept feeding them information, and they kept giving me money and supplies. Things went on like that for a while. I hoped I was helping people and was actually going to make a difference, but now I realize that I was just another pawn in their game.
“I worked for them all that time. I got so deep undercover that I forgot who I was and what I was doing at one point. The Americans would show up out of nowhere, though, and demand some piece of intel. I’d always come through, even if it meant putting myself in danger.
“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.
11
Lacey