I swallow hard, surveying the road once more before carefully climbing in front of him, trying not to hit the steering wheel as I stare out the windshield. He drops one hand and helps me onto his lap. He grips my hip, sinks inside me, and lets out a growl that sends a shiver down my spine, right to the notch of the hip he’s holding. He takes his other hand off the steering wheel and grabs my other hip.
“Drive,” he says with a groan. “If I try to drive while buried in your perfect cunt like this, I’m liable to kill us both.” His teeth scrape my shoulder before he bites into my neck. “I’m not going to last long with you. Your pussy is so fucking wet. All from my cock, huh?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and try to keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel as he thrusts against me. He’s so fucking deep, and it makes it hard to keep the car on a straight path.
“I’m going to come,” he whispers. His hips pulse before settling beneath me. I make a move to get off his lap, but he holds me in place. “Not yet, sweet bunny.” He slips his hands from my hips to the wheel in front of me. “I want to feel you around me for a little while longer.”
I sigh and drop back against his chest as he drives. His cock twitches inside me, and I stop caring about the occasional car that drives by as I sit on the heat of his cock. He kisses the top of my head, which almost doesn’t feel real.
He doesn’t seem like the sweet type. But then again, this isn’t who I am, either.
ChapterTen
Lex
I’m being incredibly fucking dumb over some woman who wouldn’t have given me the time of day had I not forced her. I’m wanted. Every law enforcement agency in New York is actively seeking me out, and yet here I am, driving back into the heart of their search. I’m taking a huge risk by bringing us back here, but I can’t let her go home tohim. I have to protect her, even if she’s not with me.
Especially if she’s not with me.
I’m not sure how she feels about everything. If she thinks I’m kidding when I say I plan on killing her husband, she’s in for a big surprise. I’ll get rid of that piece of shit and when we get to Texas, I can leave while knowing she’ll be safe.
When have I ever given a shit about someone’s safety aside from my own? Never. Old me would have wished her good fucking luck and let her go home to that shitbag. Or I would have just killed her. Either way, this selfless behavior is very new to me.
We drive past darkness. I turn off at an exit, which piques Selena’s interest.
“Where are we going?” she asks. Her voice is heavy with exhaustion. We’re both tired. I can’t drive anymore, and neither should she.
“I want to show you something. And besides, motels in this state would be too risky.”
We drive down a road dense with trees on both sides, and I pull to the side of the asphalt, concealing the car among the overgrown bushes before I cut the engine. I get out of the car, open her door, and offer her my hand. She stares at me.
“Come on, rabbit.”
She draws a sharp breath before taking my hand and getting out of the car.
Crickets chirp and break the quiet. There’s little to see except for lightning bugs blinking between the trees. She wraps her arms around herself. I’m not sure if it’s from fear of the dark or what. She should know by now I would protect her, even if I’m the one who drags her toward danger in the first place.
“You’re okay,” I tell her, though I feel her gaze burn through me.
When we get to the end of the path, I leap onto the rocks and reach down for her. She sighs and puts her hand in mine as I help her up. A sharp gasp leaves her lips the moment her feet hit the stone beneath her.
We overlook the town below. Lights on every building dot the landscape. It looks surreal. Like how I remembered, but better, because Selena is here to enjoy it with me.
“What is this place?”
I swallow hard. “Someplace I used to go when I was younger. A safe place when my foster parents were being extra shitty.”
I sit at the edge of the cliff, dangling my legs over. Dirt falls from the soles of my shoes. “Come sit,” I say. She walks over and squats down to brush off the grass. I cock my head at her. “Even fancy show rabbits get dirty.” I tug her down beside me, and she plops onto the grass with a huff. I hate that look on her face. The judgment.
She clears her throat. “I’m not used to—”
“Getting your designer jeans dirty?” I ask with an annoyed snap in my tone.
She shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant.” She sighs. “I’m not used to being free.”
Oh.“Me neither.” I lie back, dropping my head onto my hands. My shirt rises and I feel true freedom against my skin as the wind races over us.
The moon illuminates her silhouette, and I take a deep breath. She feels so right to be around. She almost feels like a friend. It’s as close to having a friend as I’ve ever known, anyway. But I know it’s all pretend, and that makes me sort of...sad. I didn’t get sad when I was sentenced to life, sentenced again, and then once more. I can’t remember ever feeling sad like this. I turned that emotion off at a very young age. I had to. I wouldn’t have survived if I let myself feel anything but anger and hatred for myself or anyone else.