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  His mouth pulls away from mine, moving to the left, near my ear. His stubbly golden beard tickles at the side of my neck, as he trails down the long curve. When he hits the high collar of his t-shirt, he stops. I can feel his belly retract and release as he again lets out a long laugh. I pull my head up as I quickly ask, “What?”

  He tugs at the collar of the shirt I’m wearing as he wipes away a tear. “It’s hard to get worked up when you smell like me and dress like me!”

  I push off of him lightly. “Oh man! Come on!” I glance over towards the television. A green set of numbers is flashing the time, and I’m suddenly back to where I began. “Gavin…”

  “I know. We have to talk.” He sits himself up first and then offers me his hand. I hold on as he pulls me up to sitting, directly across from him on the other side of the couch. “What are you doing here, Vanessa?”

  “I-I-I ran away,” I say, stammering, unsure of what I am afraid of. “After last night, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

  “Last night? With me?”

  “Yes. I wanted you, Gavin. I wanted you so bad, and when I didn’t take off with you when you left, I regretted every second of it.” My voice speeds up as I begin to ramble. “I couldn’t sleep… I couldn’t think… I just wanted to rewind the time and say yes to you again. But I knew I couldn’t… So when I heard what my dad said this morning, I knew I had to be proactive and get the hell out of there.”

  “Wait,” Gavin says with his hand raised in front of me. “What did Barber say this morning?”

  “He was talking to my mom about marrying me off to some guy, I don’t even know his name.”

  “Brock.” The tone of his voice is unreadable, as he looks down at his tattooed hands. “He’s marrying you off to Brock.”

  “I don’t know. Whomever it is, I don’t care. But when my mom tried to stand up for you, he said he’d kill you.” I watch as Gavin stands to his feet and walks straight for the window, pulling back the blinds slowly. I know already that what I said has rocked him. “Gavin, I don’t want to get you in trouble. That’s why I took off on my own first, but something… I don’t know… maybe being out on that open road… Well, it made me think of you, and I had to go back.”

  He doesn’t look away as he quietly says, “Vanessa, you have to go. You have to get out of here. I can’t protect you if you’re here.”

  My mind goes numb as I try to process it all, and in that crazed moment, I blurt out, “Then come with me. That’s what I came here to say. Come with me. Come with me! With you by my side, I know we can get out of this town and out from under my dad and brother.”

  I stand up quickly, as I try not to trip over the pants. My feet slosh back and forth as I walk over towards the window. Placing my hand on his shoulder, he turns to face me as I say quietly, “Gavin, I don’t want to go anywhere without you. You offered me a chance at freedom yesterday, and I turned you down. Now please give me a second chance.”

  His hand cusps around mine before bringing it up to his face. He kisses it quickly as he softly says, “Things have changed, Vanessa. I learned some things today, and I need to stay here. The club needs me.”

  “I need you.”

  “I know.” His eyes glow hungry and tired all at the same time. “Go back home, Vanessa.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Yes, you have to go back home.”

  “I stole.” It bursts out of me. “I stole a whole bunch of my dad’s money. I can’t go back there now.”

  “What?” He looks at me in total disbelief. Here was this perfect angel of a woman admitting to a huge sin against someone way more dangerous than he dared to mess with. To Gavin, I was a changed woman.

  “Please. He’ll kill me.”

  “He’s going to kill both of us.”

  I tug at his bare arm, my voice raised in panic. “Not if he doesn’t find out about you being involved, but I don’t know how to get out of this place without being caught. Even on the road, I saw the Pagans riding the highways.”

  He walks away from the window and towards the bed. I stay in place in the living room just near the door in case I need to make a quick exit. After a few minutes of pacing, he talks from across the living room, “Exit 28. It’s a frontage road exit. No one’s there after six in the evening, not even the Pagans. You leave now, get to the other side of town, Senators’ territory if you can. And I’ll meet you there at six thirty tonight.”

  I look straight at him as I dimly ask, “And you’ll come with me?”

  “And I’ll come with you,” Gavin replies, his jaw set.

  CHAPTER 16

  “Now? You want me to leave now?” Vanessa asks, her large eyes boring holes into mine. Her expression has completely changed since I agreed to go with her. “Or should I wait? I don’t know what to do here.” Her voice trails off, as she makes it clear that she isn’t the one to figure out her own escape.

  “You should go now. The club is already pissed at me for taking the shift off.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  “It’s not important right now. What I need for you to do is to go home for a little bit. Act normal. Tell your mother you love her, and then meet me at our spot in your car. We’ll ditch it a little up the highway and then take off on the bike when the coast is clear.”

  “Gavin, I can’t go back to that house. They’ll know something is up. I know my father. By now, he’s counted the money and realized it’s gone, and he’ll be coming after my mother or me. Probably my mother. And I can’t bear to sit there and lie about it.”

  “Your father isn’t home. I saw him back at the club headquarters a few hours ago, and Martin should be out doing runs by now. You should be safe if you go back for a few hours. Just lay low. Act like your plans changed, and you’re just hanging out there. If anyone asks you any questions, you run like fire and get back to me.”

  She nods her head quickly, as she holds on to my outstretched arms. They have somehow found their way around her hips, pulling her in for a soft embrace. The smell of her wafts in my direction. It’s almost intoxicating.

  “Vanessa,” I say, as I break away. “You have to go now. The boys should be here any second, and if you are wanted, they’ll all know which car is yours.”

  “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. What am I thinking? They’ll be coming here first, more than likely.”

  “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” I mean that. No one has ever worried about me in my entire life…certainly not my parents. It wasn’t until I met her that I felt like someone actually cared about my world.

  She stands, grabbing her purse off of the side of the couch. I hold up my hand to gesture for her to wait as I run over to the dryer. This whole time it’s been beating and rattling up against the wall, but I haven’t even thought about it till now. I pull out her clothes. They’re still a bit damp, but it’s better than dripping. She smiles at me warmly as she slips off of my t-shirt. I get a glimpse of that milky white skin and those perky breasts before she turns away with flushed cheeks.

  When she finishes dressing herself back up, she turns round to me and grabs my hand. Her fingers rub over my knuckles gently but with a bit of pressure. In a voice almost drifted away, she asks, “Will you promise me that you’ll be there tonight?”

  “I promise you, Vanessa. I’m going to be there. Just wait for me.” I kiss her forehead and slick back the hair that’s fallen out of the ponytail she threw up. We both linger there, feeling the warmth between our two bodies until I pull her away and lead her towards the door. I look out over the parking lot and balcony before letting her slip out, neither of us saying a goodbye.

  With Vanessa gone, I’m back to my empty apartment counting down the passing minutes until someone from the Bloody Pagans contacts me. But my phone doesn’t ring. My door doesn’t knock. There’s not even an email recap coming through. I’m totally in the dark, and I know that’s exactly how Martin and Jonah Barber want this to go down.

  So I si
t, waiting. I watch a little TV. I pack up a few things for the road. I make an instant pasta dish. And the hours pass by slower than they ever have before, as if they know I’m just waiting for my future to unfold before me.

  At five thirty, a half hour before I told Vanessa to meet me at the exit, I finally step out of my apartment and out into the public. My first steps were like landing on a new land, unsure, unsteady, and weary of what is lurking around the corner. I cautiously made my way down the balcony corridor and towards where my bike is parked out in the one dry spot of the lot.

  I leave the apartment complex slowly and drive like a civilian through the streets. At every turn, I wait a few seconds for the ambush I am anticipating, but there’s nothing. No one to pull me over at the red light, no cop waiting to take me back to the headquarters under Barber’s orders, and no signs of a Bloody Pagan within miles of my route.

  Despite taking back ways to the highway, I make it to our spot in record time. I duck out from the rain in a nearby watershed, kicking the lock to get in. From a small hole in the graying, decayed wood, I watch the empty road, counting down the minutes till when Vanessa is supposed to arrive.

  But six thirty comes, and there’s no sign of her. I hunker down in the shed, checking my phone for any message she may have tried to leave me. Nothing. Another half hour passes and then an hour. I’m still by myself waiting out the rain in my hiding spot.

  By eight, I’m through. My mind is leaping back and forth from being pissed at her for obviously chickening out to being out of my mind frightened that something happened to her like she had predicted. I kick the door to the shed open and scrunch myself out of the tight fit. I walk over to where I left my bike, and after a few hours of sitting out in the elements, it’s caked in wet, fresh mud and earth.

  With one of my throwaway rags, I bend down and begin to wipe away the huge chunks that have formed around the tires. It’s there where I see the reflection in my mirror…two headlights behind me and the outline of a woman in a blue dress. The wind whips at the hemline as she opens her mouth to call my name.

  I don’t hear it over my own footsteps. I pound my way through the mud to reach Vanessa, as she stands off the side of the road. Her eyes are red and splotchy, and her mouth quivers as she cries out, “I’m sorry, Gavin. I’m sorry. My dad…he knew. He knew about the money.”

  My eyes blink as I take her in. The bruise on her cheek is still there, but it somehow looks fresher than just a few hours ago. I place my hands around her head, my thumb lightly tracing the marks. “What did he do?”

  “I-I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go. Can we go?” She motions towards her car, which is still running, the windshield wipers flapping back and forth in a thundering rhythm.

  Something comes over me as I shake my head. “No. Not yet. We can’t go yet.”

  “Gavin, we have to g—”

  I cut her off, pulling her lips into mine and wrapping my arms around her thick waist. Her body falls towards me, and I catch her and hold her in place. The cold, sandy rain beats down upon us, as we madly push into one another, her catching up with my needs.

  “There’s something that I want to do before we leave.”

  “I-I…” She knows exactly what I want to do. She can read it in the pulsating expression of my eyes. Her hand touches my lips, as she asks shyly, “Will you be gentle?”

  “This time, I will.” I kiss her again, my hands leading the way around her face. When she’s locked into me, I lead her back to the car, our feet dragging in the mud. From behind, she feels for the handle and finds it. We both slip into the back seat, panting and sopping wet. We slide around the leather interior, as she strips off her white sweater and I peel off my colors.

  “How do we…? I mean, what do we do next?” she asks, as she places a hand to my chest.

  I smile at her, trying to do my best not to make her feel more self-conscious than I know she already is. “Just follow my lead,” I reply.

  I move over to her side of the car until her body rests against mine. She’s shivering slightly, but I have no idea if it’s from the rain or from her own fears and anxiety. My arms wrap around her shoulders in protection, and she looks up at me in appreciation. I place my forehead against hers, nuzzling my nose to her face. Our eyes close; I find her lips already parted and waiting. Her body spins into mine, opening up.

  She’s lost in my kiss, transfixed on the movement of our heads and our hands. So much so that she doesn’t even seem to notice my hand cupping her breast. My fingers tease at the line of her bra, moving from one side of her chest to another until I find the buttons just below her neckline. I undo three of them, just enough to slide my hand under the fabric.

  As soon as my hands hit her skin, she tenses and pulls away. But I’m fast, my lips taking her back to where she needs to be. Our lips open, our mouths taking the other in, and even I’m lost in this magic spell. Against my arms and hands, I feel her shake the top of her sky blue dress off of her arms and down her bare shoulders. I reach from around her and undo the hooks of the bra so that it pops open for me, revealing two luscious mounds perfectly and heavily shaped.

  My lips float down the side of her face, to her ear, down her neck, and to her chest where I suck two small sucks against her nipples. She coos gently and her fingertips wrap around the hairs on my head.

  I don’t linger there long. I, instead, move down to her thighs. They’re wet and speckled with flecks of dirty rain. I kiss around the dots of water, my lips pressing firm against her inner thigh. She squirms in place, but I hold her down with a hand to her waist while I inch my way up. I stop at her white undies. In the dim, gray light, I can see her anticipation flowing. A small wet line traces the folds of her pussy, showing her true desires.

  I place my lips to that space, causing her to lurch straight up and back. I lick at the fabric, tasting the sweet aroma of her. She smells of red wine and tastes like earth and heaven combined. I could stay all day between her legs if I could just to smell her scent around my face. I nuzzle myself deeper into the folds of her panties until they slide down her hips. She reaches down and handles the rest, leaving me with an exposed pussy.

  Vanessa’s folds are downy soft. I use two fingers to massage both sides. I stroke her gently, moving up and down her pathway until they come together in the middle line. I look up at her, as she stares back down at me. Her eyes are wide and wondrous and she gulps slightly as if she knows what I’m about to do. My fingers part her enough that my tongue slips in, and she sinks in lower towards the seat.

  While I continue to lap at her, she undresses, stripping off the rest of her dress and tossing it towards the front seat. My hands unbuckle quickly at the pants, as my bulging cock feels as if it’s about to burst out of the wet jeans stuck to my skin.

  When I’m undressed, I sit up straight next to her open legs. Moving up her body, I lean into her hips and waist so that she can feel my weight on her. Her arms wrap around me slightly as she pulls me in for a warm, tender kiss, her lips just slightly parted. “Are you ready?” I ask, unsure if she was truly ready for what I had to give her.

  Vanessa pauses, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. Her mouth opens, but there are no words. Instead, she nods her head and then pulls me back in for a long, wet kiss. While she disappears in our embrace, I get to work. My hands pull her thighs apart slightly, just enough so that she can feel my cock rub up against her clit and skin. With each turn of our head and purse of our lips, I rub up deeper against her until I land in the center of her slit.

  She gasps audibly, anticipating what comes next. Her eyes pop open and stare up at me. I lean back down and kiss her sweet lips as my cock pushes into her. Right at the entrance of her lips, I feel her engorged flesh tighten up against me. It holds me in place for a moment until I push through the invisible wall, thrusting until I am fully in.

  Vanessa cries out, grasping at my back and neck. I’ve seen this pain before, but it’s hard to imagine on my side. To me, her
fresh, unplucked pussy feels like unwrapping a new package. The walls of her give in around me, contouring to my body. I hitch up her legs so that they rest on the top of the back and front seats just so I can get in even further.

  With her in position, I start rocking up and down just so she can feel the fullness of having a hardened cock inside of her. It loosens her up; I can feel the gently gush of her juices moistening my shaft. It gives me enough space to begin to actually thrust. I place my hands next to her head, on the leather seats, as I push up off of her. But her hands remained wrapped around me, as I move tenderly in and out of her.