I could tell him anything and when we started having sex nothing was out of the question. If I wanted to try it he was eager to comply. That man taught me so much about my body. What I liked and didn’t like so much. He never forced anything on me that I didn’t want. He was damn near perfect, but perfect is an illusion. Perfect doesn’t exist.
Thinking of the past has me wanting to kill him again. I could shoot him and leave him for dead. I could blame it on the men my old man has pissed off. The thought makes me laugh inwardly to myself.
Speaking of, I look back over my shoulder to see if they are still following us, but it’s getting dark and I can’t tell. My hands are cold so I move them up under Wrecker’s shirt and use the warmth of his abdomen to warm them.
He stiffens at the touch of my cold hands but quickly relaxes, as he used to when we rode together. I hope he knows that if my hands weren’t cold, I wouldn’t be touching him like this.
Chapter 7
Wrecker
When Harlee’s arms go around me, it is just like old times except this time she acts like it kills her to touch me. I’m gonna change that. When this is all over she’ll be mine again. I’ve got my work cut out for me though. She’s gonna flip her shit when she finds out where I am taking her.
“How much further?” She questions when come to a stop a four-way traffic light.
“Far enough,” I call over my shoulder at her.
We ride for another fifty miles before she asks for food. I need to fuel up anyway so I give in. There’s a truck stop not far that is a little out of the way but they have a diner across the road that has amazing food. Real food. Home cooked meals. Not that greasy drive thru shit that’s been sitting on a hotplate all day and tastes like rubber.
I pull in at the pumps and pay by credit card at the machine. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Someone wants to use Harlee as an example. I’ll die before I let anyone hurt her.
When we get to the diner she tries to sit across from me but I’m not having it. I make her sit next to me and keep one hand on her thigh. She stiffens at my touch. That’s okay, I can deal with her playing hard to get. I will soften her up soon enough. I know how to push her buttons and how to heat her up. She may be frigid now but when I get her alone in a room I’ll set her damn panties ablaze.
“Don’t even think about it, Princess. You’re in danger. I don’t know why yet, but I’m not taking chances; you don’t leave my side.”
“I think I’d rather be dead,” she mutters under her breath.
I’m about to reply when we’re interrupted by a hot waitress with way too big tits. If I blew on her, I wonder would she fall over?
“What can I get you, darlin’?” She purrs, leaning over for me to get an even better look at those tits. She’s wearing a vintage style uniform like you’d see on an old sitcom. She can’t even button the top four buttons. It appears they are missing. Bet them big tits popped them off. I could titty fuck the hell outta this bitch. Her blonde hair hangs in a ponytail down her back, a ponytail I could wrap my fist around and pull on when I fuck her from behind.
“Two breakfast specials, one hot chocolate, and a black coffee.” I hand her back our menus. I always have had a thing for breakfast for dinner.
“Sure thing, handsome, they’ll be right out.” She smiles wide at me, showing me how far her mouth can stretch.
“Thanks, baby doll.” I give her a wink and grin as I watch her blush.
I feel Harlee’s leg stiffen beneath my hand, even more so than when I first put it on her. Maybe I should hide the knives? Fuck, I never learn. I gotta stop flirting, at least in front of Harlee if I want to convince her to love me again.
I lean in, pressing my weight against her shoulder and speak closely in her ear. “Any idea why these fuckers are following you and leaving presents in your panty drawer?” She shivers at my words as my breath tickles her inner ear.
She scoots closer to the window and I scoot right along with her. “Fuck if I know. Why don’t you ask Demon?”
“I would but he said he’d call me and this job was a need to know basis.”
“Which is code for he doesn’t know who he has pissed off yet. I’m sure the list is long.” She unrolls her silverware and stares out the window avoiding my eyes.
“I’m sure it is, Princess. And until we know who wants you and why, you and me gonna get reacquainted.”
“I’m gonna reacquaint you with my foot in your ass, if you don’t give me some space.”
“God, I love it when you get mean, sweetheart. Makes me so fucking hard.” I grab her hand and move it to the bul
ge in my pants. Her free hand goes straight for the steak knife she just unwrapped from her silverware.
I chuckle as I let her pull her hand back and rub my goatee before taking a sip of my coffee the waitress just slid in front of me.
Harlee continues to glare at me from the corner of her eye as she tries her hot chocolate. They were always her favorite. I haven’t forgotten. She isn’t the sort of woman you can forget a damn thing about.