by Lacey Thorn
Yeah, that little sound she let loose rocked his shaft and had his balls vibrating in her hands. And just that easily he was on edge, ready to come.
“Amia, I’m going to come, baby.” He grunted the words from between clenched teeth as he fought to hold back, to allow her the time to move her mouth off him.
Then her eyes met his over the length of his body, and he saw the demand in the green depths, felt it in the way her mouth sucked him deeper and her hand gripped his shaft, holding him to her. He braced one hand on the wall, her name a hoarse shout as he spilled his seed down her throat. He watched her throat work to swallow, felt the flick of her tongue over him, the soft graze of her teeth against the head of his cock as she sucked him off.
He was gasping when she finally let him slip from her lips. Fuck! The emotions she had going through him when she licked her lips and moaned with pleasure at his taste had him all wound up. The purr started again as he helped her to her feet and held her close. And if Mine went through his head again, no one heard it but him.
Chapter Six
Amia caught herself glancing behind them for the hundredth time since Reno had practically stuffed her in the Jeep earlier. She had a bad feeling, a really bad feeling, and she couldn’t shake it. They were going to come after her, and they would find her. She wasn’t afraid, not now, not yet. Not for herself, anyway. That would come later. Fear wouldn’t hit her until they put her in the chamber again, until they buried her deep under layers of concrete that made her cringe with the thought of something going wrong and her being crushed instead of merely buried alive. That’s when fear went to full blown terror as they left her there for days, making her wonder if this would be the time they just forgot her.
“Shh,” Reno said, and his fingers found and linked with hers, tugging her hand across to rest on his hard thigh. “Come back to me, Amia.”
She must have whimpered, a sound she usually contained until Kellan shut the lid on her coffin, until she heard the bolt slide home. She was losing it. Sex was making her weak. She bit her lip and wiggled in her seat. No, sex had made her feel alive much like she did when she was in the middle of a rescue. Only better, so much better.
“Amia?” Her name was a soft question from his lips.
“I’m fine, Reno.” But she wasn’t, and she wouldn’t be as long as he continued to ignore the threat she represented to him and the people he was taking her to. She had no idea why it was tearing her up so much. But it was. She would get them all killed, and the thought devastated her in ways she’d have never guessed. She didn’t want to watch Reno die. She had to get away from him, no matter how much her heart ached at the thought.
“We’ll stop and get something to eat soon. Want anything in particular?”
She shrugged and turned to look out the window. He refused to release her hand, and she quit tugging at it and just enjoyed the warmth of his touch.
“Doesn’t matter.”
His turn for a weary sigh, and the next thing she knew he was pulling the Jeep off the road, taking an exit with nothing but more road. He went far enough to take the first off-road and pulled into a dirt path closed in by trees, giving them just a bit of privacy.
“Look at me,” he commanded as he finished shoving it into park and twisted the key. “Amia.”
“What?” she asked with a sneer on her lips and found it wiped off with the merest touch of his kiss.
He took her under and had her clinging to him, practically fighting to crawl inside him as he kissed her. His tongue was magic, igniting sensation everywhere it touched. Flicking against hers then rubbing all around her mouth before retreating back into his. She followed and was rewarded with a suction that made both her nipples stand up and beg for attention, made her pussy damp with need.
“Yes,” she moaned, arching her neck back and exposing it as he trailed his lips and teeth down its length.
He paused at the base, scraping his teeth over and over at the spot where it met her shoulder. And she wanted him to bite her. It was crazy, insane really. But she wanted him to sink his teeth deep and mark her in a way no one could ever question. She’d belong. For once in her life, she would belong to him. And wasn’t that the craziest notion of all.
“I want you,” Reno breathed against her skin as his hands stroked over every inch of her he could reach. Clothing was no barrier to the electricity that sparked between them.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Take me again. Now. Here.”
The thought was headier than it should be. But it was daylight, and though they were off the main road, anyone could come upon them. That should be enough to douse the desire raging through her. It didn’t. She wanted Reno. He was like a thirst she just couldn’t quench. She was a little afraid the more she had him, the more she’d want him.
He moved away, taking the keys from the ignition and sliding out of the Jeep. She could do nothing but watch as he came around the hood with the strong, graceful steps of a predator. And wasn’t that just what he was. Which made her his prey.
She licked her lips as he opened her door and issued a one-word command.
“Out.”
A shiver trickled down her spine, one of deep lust and raging hunger. His eyes were neon, and power radiated from him in waves. She hoped she was about to see just how much beast was in the man before her. A man who was surely the prime example of everything her family had tried to brainwash her to hate. A man she suddenly realized she would die to protect.
She stepped from the Jeep and didn’t so much as blink when Reno slammed the door, beeped it locked, then tugged her off into the trees. Dirt, leaves and things she probably didn’t want to think about crunched under her boots, and she thought there was really no worse place to have sex. Then Reno turned and looked at her, and sex was the only thing on her mind.
He took her mouth again, his kiss pushing away any thoughts other than having him naked inside her. He was still virtually a stranger, yet she felt more connected to him than she had with anyone else in her life. If she didn’t know better, she would think he’d put some type of spell on her. But he was obviously held tight in the same vise as she was, and he didn’t always seem happy about it.
He clenched his teeth as if he were trying to hold back the words spilling from his lips. “Undo your pants and shove them down, Amia.” His shoulders flexed as he ripped his shirt over his head and laid it across the fallen tree in front of them.
It said a lot about how far gone she was when she didn’t even question him. No argument needed. No challenge for the way he commanded her. Not when it was going to give her exactly what her body demanded. Her panties were saturated with her juices, her pussy lips plump and swollen with need. Her clit strained, begging for his touch. And her nipples ached. She shoved down her pants, turned and bent over the limb, using his shirt to keep the rough bark from hitting her skin.
There was no foreplay this time. No soft kisses, slow caresses or sucking bites, and they weren’t needed. One second she heard the rasp of his zipper, then his strong hands gripped her hips and his cock nudged her pussy. With a powerful thrust, he was buried deep then rode her hard. The fallen branch was not a gentle surface for lovemaking, coarse even with the shirt over it, but she only felt the deep penetration of his cock, the way he rubbed her walls and ignited every nerve inside her to life.
“Reno.” His name was a low moan, a confirmation of how good she felt, how much she wanted what he was giving her.
“Mine.”
The word left him in a grunt and startled her enough to have her glancing back over her shoulder at him. His eyes were bright neon blue. His mouth was wide, his elongated canines drawing her gaze as his face contorted with pleasure. She could sense him fighting himself, as if he were trying to hold back some primal need to what? She lost her train of thought as he pounded into her faster and harder. She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes as her orgasm approached.
Then it stopped. And he pulled free with a cry. She jerked h
er head back around and met the softer blue eyes of the man.
“Did I hurt you?” he choked out, and she knew the disgust on his face was pointed at himself and not her.
“No,” she whispered, wanting to reach for him, but not sure her legs would hold her if she tried to push away from the limb and stand. She’d been so close to coming. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. God, don’t leave me like this.”
He looked at her for what felt like a long moment before he stepped closer. He dropped down, and she was startled until she felt him tug one boot loose, removing it and freeing her so her pants and panties were left around the other leg. Then he surprised her again by moving around her and sitting on his shirt, giving the limb all his weight, testing it before he motioned her to come to him.
“Ride me then, Amia. Take what you want. Give me what I need.”
God, the things he said to her! He helped her onto his lap, and they both cried out as she took him deep. The bark was rough under her knees, even the one that had a part of his shirt under it, but she honestly didn’t care. He jerked her shirt up and over her head, one arm wrapped around her back to keep her in place as she struggled out of it. Then it was tucked under her other knee, and his mouth and hands were on her breasts.
“Ride me, baby. Make us both come.”
She lifted her hips up until his cock was almost out then lowered again. She started slow and easy, not because that was the pace she wanted, but because she wasn’t sure of herself or this position. But she liked it, loved the depth of his cock, the control she felt. Her hands found his shoulders, and she used him to help maintain her balance as she gained the confidence to move a little faster. Her breath came in hard pants while he licked and sucked her nipples.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, feeling her orgasm within reach. “Reno. Reno. Reno!” She screamed his name as he slid a finger around to play with her clit and send her flying.
She was still shaking with her own release when his hands reached around to palm her ass and lift her just a bit, just enough that he could start pounding up into her. His cock felt as if it was swelling, as if it was suddenly bigger than it had been before. Must just be from the sensitivity she was feeling as she continued to ride her orgasm much as she rode him.
“What the fuck?” Reno muttered.
But she leaned down and silenced him with a hard kiss as the first hot splash of cum filled her.
Condoms. They really should be using condoms. But just the thought of something between them made her feel sick. His mouth pulled from hers, and she cried out as she felt the scrape of his teeth along her neck. The sharp canines pressed against her skin in the same spot he seemed to favor, and she thought he might bite her this time. But he didn’t. Instead, he lowered and sucked the skin into his mouth, and she had little doubt he’d left a red hickey there. It wasn’t the same. She felt disappointed, and wasn’t that bizarre? Why did she feel as if his bite was so important, as if it was the one thing that would guarantee she was always safe? Crazy. She was going crazy. He was making her crazy.
His hands moved up to her waist, and reality set in as they both sucked air into their lungs. Her pants were around one leg, both knees ached and her breasts were popped out of the tops of her bra cups, both nipples wet and swollen from where he’d worshipped them during sex. She couldn’t imagine Reno’s ass felt much better than her knees.
He grunted as he lifted her off him and held her waist as she got her feet under her. She took a deep breath and stepped back from him, not meeting his eyes as she went about righting her pants and bra. She leaned against a tree as she pulled her boot back on after doing her best to dust the dirt and leaves off her sock. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, and almost sighed with regret as he tugged his jeans up and tucked his spent cock away. She’d just had him and wanted him again. Crazy!
“You okay?” he asked.
She wondered if he realized how often he asked her that. Maybe he asked everyone that? Probably, she wasn’t anyone special. But he was the only one who’d ever bothered to ask, and it made her feel special.
“I’m fine, Reno. I promise you didn’t give me anything I didn’t want.”
He nodded as if her words had eased something inside him. He grabbed their shirts then let his gaze move over her chest. “Almost feels sacrilege to give this back to you, but we won’t get much farther if you keep tempting me.”
She laughed. “Tempting you, huh?”
He gave her the shirt and let out a weary sigh as she pulled it over her head. She found him just watching her, still holding his own shirt once she had it on. His eyes took her in from head to toe before he pulled his shirt over his head.
“You touch me. I’m tempted. You look at me. I’m tempted. Hell, you just breathe, and I’m tempted.”
She smiled. She knew just how he felt. He took her hand and led her back to the Jeep. She could feel the tension in him as they reached the vehicle. It made her wonder if he was as loath to reach their destination as she was, and why? He beeped the locks open and placed his thumb on the handle until she heard another beep. Then he held the door open for her, but she couldn’t get inside. She bit her lip and turned to face him. As much as she wanted him, she didn’t want to be the reason he died or the reason he lost everything just as she had.
“Let me go,” she begged softly. “I’m only going to hurt you.”
He shook his head.
“I don’t want to watch you die.”
His eyes flared, and too late, she realized she’d said more with those words than she intended.
“Is that what you’ve done? Watched people die?”
She didn’t answer, and he didn’t seem to expect her to. He moved into her and dropped a soft kiss on her lips.
“I can’t let you go. I think you hold more answers than even you know.”
“I hold nothing, Reno, except danger. People die if they stay around me too long.”
“I’ll take that chance.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
She wanted to scream with fury. How could she want him with a desperation that stunned her, then want to run from him the next moment? He would destroy her. Or even worse, she would destroy him. And that might just be the one thing that killed her.
“In,” he urged and held the door until she gave in and climbed into the Jeep. He shut the door with a click and walked around the hood.
He was silent as he climbed in, started it up and eased them back the way they’d come. It wasn’t until they were on the highway once more that he finally spoke up.
“We’ll stop for gas and something quick to eat at the next exit if that’s okay? Maybe we can find a place to pick you up a few things.” He cleared his throat as if uncomfortable. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you time to get anything you might have had with you.”
She shrugged. Her stuff would be fine where she’d left it, and if it wasn’t, no big loss. She didn’t have anything personal. Not anymore. She’d had a picture of her mother at one time. Stuffed in her bag when she freed Clara and ran. Clara. She thought of the girl often, wondering how she was, if she’d made it. Once, she thought she’d seen her, but it had turned out to be her own wishful thinking.
“Amia?”
“Sounds good,” she muttered. It didn’t matter. The next chance she had she was going to try and run again. She couldn’t let him take her to his home. She had to get away while there was still time. She could feel her time running out. With every kiss, every touch, it felt as if he was binding her to him. It made no sense. She had to leave. Soon. Or she feared she never would.
Reno was pissed and couldn’t explain it other than he could almost feel Amia plotting in the passenger seat. The little vixen was up to something. If she thought he was going to let her get away from him, she had another thing coming, and it wouldn’t be his dick. Not at first, anyway. It’d be the palm of his hand cracking on her ass. And damn, that shouldn’
t have his cock shooting up ready to sing the hallelujah chorus. He was a sick bastard, one who was already planning to stop at a motel later just so he could have her again.
He hadn’t been lying when he’d stated how badly he wanted her. She was an insatiable desire. Every taste only made him hunger for more. And what had been up with his dick last time? It’d felt as if he’d swelled bigger while he was inside her. Just before he came. What the fuck was happening?
He grunted as he pulled the Jeep off at the next exit and headed to a gas station. He halted her as she reached for the door handle almost before he had the damn thing in park.
“I’ll get the door for you.”
“I can get my own fucking door.”
“I said I’ll get the door.” He was in her face, his teeth bared as if daring her to defy him.
Damn if she didn’t look as if she was going to for a minute, and the animal in him jumped to attention.
“Fine,” she muttered instead.
He kept his eyes glued to her as he strode around to open her door with a jerk. He didn’t back up as she stepped out, moving in instead and trapping her between him and the Jeep.
“Back off,” she demanded, but he just lifted a brow at her.
“You have ten minutes, Amia, before I come in and tear the store apart looking for you. And trust me, you don’t want to push me right now. No,” he said when she opened her mouth to interrupt. “You will go in, do what you need to do, grab whatever you want and meet me at the cash register. No questions. Do you understand?”
She glared at him, and his cock twitched happily in his jeans. Fucking bastard, that’s what he was.
“Amia.” Her name was a threat, and they both knew it.
“Fine. Now back the fuck off.”
She stormed away as soon as he moved, her ass bouncing with every step, reminding him of how good it had felt when he was pounding into her from behind. He shook those thoughts away and got busy filling the tank and using his card to pay at the pump. He beeped the Jeep locked and headed toward the convenience store where Amia had gone. Her eyes met his as he stepped inside, and if looks could kill, he’d be experiencing a very horrible death he was sure.