In an area riddled with small towns, they drove until the gas light clicked on before Wulf filled up. He continued to watch the woman beside him. Either he’d become delirious or she was more than a hot piece of ass. He was attracted to her. He watched her freely while she drove.

How did she shoot all of those men? In twenty-four hours, she’d transformed from lying about her association to Beasley to having amazing marksmanship.

“Hello? Hey, Dylan?” She flashed a hand in his face. “Are you still alive over there or have you bled out? I’m starving.”

He tuned in. She’d never called him by his given name, which left Wulf to his original question. “Who are you?”

“What?” She pulled over to the side of the road. “Uh-oh, your overgrown muscles must be starving too. Your snobbish ass refused to eat those oranges from the orchard earlier. Your sugar level is lowering.” Eyes narrowed, she looked into his. “Wulf, your pupils are dilated.”

Wulf blinked at himself in the mirror. His usual tan skin had paled. Before he could reassess the moment, she flicked on the left blinker and merged back onto the lonely highway. They zipped past tumbleweeds then Mary Jane merged off at the next exit and stopped at the first motel, which happened to be a one-level L-shaped building. The lobby was disconnected from the rooms and on the opposite side of the parking lot.

From the passenger seat, he watched her go into the one-room building that housed the lobby. A slight glare from the descending sun hampered his view through the glass window, but he noticed her leaning over the table, most likely sweet-talking the young attendant. Fuck, he was hypnotized by the thick curve of her ass and hadn’t noticed what was transpiring between the two.

Mary Jane had just slid something on the counter, and the clerk, still wet behind the ears, took it. Contraband? Seconds later, the guy tossed keys to a smiling Mary Jane. Her curvaceous hips swayed, and she sauntered out.

“What just happened?” His eyes narrowed, much better at sticking to his guns while staring into her beautiful face.

She leaned into the open passenger window. “What?”

“Mary Jane, we barely have enough money for gas to L.A. How’d you get the room?”

“Why are you looking at me like that, Wulf? You were whining about getting to Los Angeles ASAP, but you need rest. Tomorrow, we can head for your friend.”

“How’d you pay for the room? I am not sticking around if you’re pushing drugs.” He gritted his teeth, feeling the dull ache in his shoulder. Garland, the officer who was chatting outside with Wulf when Mary Jane had crashed into his cruiser, had spoken to her when she awoke. He could only assume that all the officers at SCPD were crooked, and Garland didn’t confiscate Mary Jane’s items. How could he help this woman if she continued to break the law?

“Thanks for being an asshole, Wulf.” Mary Jane folded her arms. “FYI, I am not a drug dealer or user. The guy was reading a magic book when I stepped inside. These types of places are never without a vacancy, and I bet him that I could do a trick. I pulled out a gold coin and not from my hoo-ha if that’s your next question! Sleep in the car, because I don’t care at all.”

Tensed with frustration, he watched the sexy nuisance stalk to the second-to-last room. An hour and three more calls to Quincy, Wulf saw Mary Jane exit the last room, furthest from the lot. Her hair was wet and in tight coils as if she’d taken a shower. Through the side mirror, his eyes tracked her across the street and into a diner. Arms folded and lips taut, he watched through the rearview mirror until she came out toward him. She tossed a brown bag through the window. It landed on his lap.

“The waitress wanted to have a girl talk. Her husband, to whom she’s been married for ages, is an asshole. I didn’t have to lie too much for your meal. I said I was on my honeymoon, and the dumbass—being you—brought me to this hell hole. So, I’m sure you’ll take that into consideration before eating. Oh, it’s liver and onions. Hope you like.” Before walking away, she winked. “I had a T-bone and eggs, mmmm.”

He sat stunned as the beauty sauntered toward the motel room. Twenty minutes after having tricked himself into thinking liver was half as good as a juicy steak, Wulf hopped out of the truck with a full stomach. They’d replaced the license on the Nissan with an old one on the wall of the first gas station they’d come by earlier. Stalking toward Mary Jane’s hotel room, he knocked on the door.

The sound of Wheel of Fortune met him as she opened the door and rolled her eyes.

“Mary Jane,” he said as she jumped back onto the full-sized mattress. Great, there’s only one bed.

While lying on her belly at the foot of the bed, her shapely legs were up in the air. He stopped himself from looking at how the T-shirt she must have gotten at the diner ended just short of more glorious curves. His hands itched, and his cock was harder than ever.

Not paying him any attention, Mary Jane started calling out letters and making phrase predictions. Shit, she’s actually good at this game. There’d only been five letters and a surplus of spaces as she came up with the right answer. He clicked off the television and turned back to the beautiful creature.

“Who are you?”

She moved into a seated position. For a few moments, she was quiet. “Well, I wasn’t going to tell you, Wulf, but if I do, can you keep it a secret until we make it to California?”

“Who could I possibly tell?” He took a seat at the wooden chair by the door. Mary Jane’s face contorted with mistrust. He sighed. “All right, I promise.”

“The meds Beasley forced me to take are wearing off. I’m a secret agent, and some of my memory is returning.”

Mary Jane blinked as Wulf chuckled, choked, and chuckled a bit more. He tried his best to make a straight face, waving her on to continue.

“Damn it, Wulf, I’m providing you with highly classified information. Do you remember when Beasley told me he had Asia?”

“Where at? The station or the church?”

She grumbled. “We were at the church. While his armed men were coming up the aisles, he stayed in the back, shouting that he had Asia.”

Wulf’s eyebrows knitted. “Mary Jane, I don’t recall any of this. Are you sure it wasn’t your imagination?”

“Listen to me.” She stood. He stood. She placed her hand on his arm and all the pain he felt vanished, leaving only desire. She looked him in the eyes and said, “What I’m about to tell you is G-4 classified material.”

Fuck me, I'm attracted to a deranged woman. “All . . . right.” He couldn’t help but smile in disbelief.

“Asia is the codename for a prototype.” She paused. Mary Jane placed her hand on her hip, the shirt crept up more. Though she did well at irritating him, she was fucking gorgeous. “There’s a new lethal weapon that can block every form of tactical defense in the USA. I was sent in to apprehend Asia, but my cover was blown. Beasley and his team attempted to erase my memory.”

“Fatso?” Wulf folded his buff arms. Keep your face straight. This chick has lost it.

“Yes!”

“Mary Jane, the easiest way to shut someone up is to kill them.” His voice was calming but he gave her a stern look.

“Can you literally just take the cop hat off for a second? I have more training than you do,” she said, glaring at him.

He nodded for her to continue, not feeling the slightest sting at her attempt to insult him.

“Beasley works for a corporation that pilfered the Asia files to not only ruin our livelihoods as fellow Americans, but possibly even the entire world.”

“Take over the world. Haven’t I heard that one enough?” Wulf rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to be serious. “All right, so I apologize about calling you a junkie. But—”

“Wulf,” she began, “you will not make me out for an idiot. Didn’t you see all those men on the ground outside of the church? I shot them. How can you justify your gun being confiscated at the Santo Cruces City jailhouse, by me, a little drug addict?”

“I—”

“You’re the one who got shot at the church. I stealthily—”

“You’re a commodity. I’m expendable.” Wulf glanced at her breasts as she folded her arms.

“I could kill you,” she said, stepping closer to him. Her vision trained on the pulsating veins at his neck. “With my bare hands, Wulf, I can kill you.”

“You couldn’t.” He gave a cocky smile.

Fist balled, she jabbed at his nose, but he sidestepped it. A surprise roundhouse kick to his gut made Wulf bump into the nightstand. The clay lamp jarred. He stopped the Native American artifact from falling. She elbowed him in the ribs while he placed it back.

When she went to knee him in the groin, he blocked it. Hand as stiff as a board, she did a judo chop into his wound. Wulf grimaced in pain.

In a wide-legged stance, she beckoned him. “Aren’t you going to fight for your life?”

“I won’t hit a woman, so I’ll let you tire yourself out.” He yawned.

Fighting dirty, she targeted his shoulder again. Wulf’s forearm blocked it. He stepped behind her in seconds, holding her in a bear hug. Silky and deep, he whispered in her ear, “Are you finished, angry little junkie?”

“Grrr.” She untwisted her arms and kicked him onto the bed.

She leapt on top of him with her hands around his neck.

He appeared unfazed.

She squeezed tightly.

He did a forearm swipe and flipped her over.

Wulf pinned her wrists down. “Are we done playing games?”

“We’re done when I say so!” Mary Jane struggled to get up from her pinned position. Her eyes widened, and Wulf knew she felt him growing stiff.

“See where this game takes you?” Wulf shrugged.

Her voice was breathy and more assertive than she anticipated. “Get that sneaky snake away from me!”

“If you relax, I’ll let you go,” he ordered.

She tried to bite him, but he held her by the arms.

What the fuck are you doing? he asked himself as he descended down to her lush mouth. The instant his lips met hers, the kiss became rougher, harder as he bruised her mouth with his. She moaned and nibbled on his bottom lip a little too hard before her tongue took charge.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling Wulf closer. He could never be close enough. Mary Jane moaned in his mouth as his hand reached under her shirt. The warm, roughness of his fingers against the silky skin of her abdomen and breasts had her purring as he pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra.

His mouth felt like satin over her erect nipples, and she gasped. He pulled her pants off, doing a double-take at her large panties.

“I-I stole a pack of them from one of the gas stations. Okay?” she snapped.

Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment as he pulled off the granny panties and tossed them over his shoulder. Dark coils were neatly shaven into a V, and so fucking pretty against her golden skin. His thick finger glided across her soft, moist lips. Mary Jane gasped as he screwed her softly with his finger.

Her wetness made him ravenous.

When he removed his fingers to grip her thigh, Mary Jane quickly flipped and straddled him. With swift, shaky fingers, she helped him pull off his uniform top and then his undershirt. A heavy, deep sigh escaped her starving lips. Her hands sailed over caramel-coated, washboard abs as she leaned over for another kiss. She unzipped his pants. His cock popped out like a large elephant’s tusk, making her gasp yet again.

Her tongue flicked out and glided against the smooth hardness. His dick was perfect in every way. Slight curve that extended to a cockhead up top and two fat balls way down below. Her tonsils purred, sending an extra wet, tight pulsing along his crown. He gripped the hair at the base of her neck, coaxing her warm mouth further down his shaft. Her mouth hungrily sucked him like a vacuum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

With gritted teeth, Wulf pulled at the nape of her neck. Mary Jane climbed up and planted soft kisses along his chest. Their mouths locked. He flipped her until her sweet tits sunk into the bed, she knelt with her ass up in the air. Mary Jane looked back at him, though she didn’t resist. He slammed his hand down on her ass cheek, causing her back to arch in perfection. The lips of her pussy beckoned from between her thighs.

“Ohhhh…Wulf!” Mary Jane yelped as his tongue dove straight inside her from behind.

Her soft, silky inner labia offered a sugary treat as Wulf surveyed deeper. He reached up, grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch more. This action created a divine reaction of his tongue slamming deeply into her tight core. The sticky, sweet cream was intoxicating against his mouth and tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten. He ate her frantically. Mary Jane clawed at the headboard.

“Wullllllfffffffff!” she screamed so loud. A mist slicked her skin as an orgasm slammed through her. Her back sagged. Once her legs shook uncontrollably, and no amount of spankings would force her to stay in position, Wulf let her body sink into the bed. She laughed this contagious laugh.

She laid on her back, a jolt of giggles taking over her. She looked delightfully tipsy. “You were….” Mary Jane paused. Her tone was no less than intoxicated from the way he’d made her come. “You were good, Wulf. I’ll give you that. Damn, I have never laughed while orgasming before. At least, I don’t think.”

His face hardened. “You don’t think?”

“Oh, don’t get all stuffy on me, Wulf. Besides, I’ll get you back.”

“You’ll get me back.” He leaned on his knees and massaged his hard cock.

Mary Jane came up to her knees. She was still a head shorter than him. She reached up and kissed him. “Now, I’m on top.”

He smiled. She assumed being on top gave her power. He’d allow it.

Wulf lay back as Mary Jane climbed on top of him. He’d eaten her like the grand opening of a Southern Comfort buffet. Her insides tingled. Her entire body felt light, and she had to stop herself from wondering if she had ever been this happy in life.

Didn’t need to know. As long as this current bliss lasted, she’d be content.

The man with his hands comfortably positioned behind his head was panty-wetter fine, and lucky for her, she wasn’t wearing any. There had to have been a gazillion folks on this bed over the decades, but Mary Jane couldn’t imagine any man owning this bed nearly as well as Wulf.

“Wulf,” she purred in his ear as she slid onto every last inch of him. Her pussy expanded for his thick girth, only made possible by how super wet he’d made her. Damn, he’d been large in her mouth, but his cock seemed endless as she sank down on that slight curve.

“MJ, fuck me.” He reached out one hand and cupped her tit, callused thumb flicking over her nipple. “Fuck me hard,” he growled against her earlobe, giving it a little nip, “bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” she panted.

“Yeah, you’re my bad girl.” His hand skimmed down her waist to her pussy. Now his thumb flicked at her clit until Mary Jane trembled, making it hard to keep herself upright. “And this is my pussy, Mary Jane.”

“Fu . . . fuck.” She leaned back, placing her hands on his knees while riding him. As his thumb and index finger tweaked her tiny bulb, Mary Jane’s pussy coasted up and down on his cock. “Fuck, Wulf. Oh my God, oh my…fuck me!”

He chuckled softly, leaning up somewhat. “I thought you were fucking me, sweetheart.”

Wulf bit her lip.

Mary Jane pushed at his chest until he fell back onto the pillows. “I am fucking you.” Her pacing sped up. She was so wet now; each stroke came easy and with it brought tiny orgasmic waves.

“You’re fucking me, MJ?” His island tone had become thicker, making her slam down on him harder.

She grounddown on his length. “We’ll see who’s boss when you come.”

Wulf’s hands took hold of her hips, guiding her to a rhythm of his own tune. She gave a sly grin, doing a few Kegels on his manhood to let him know who was in charge.

The glazed look in Wulf’s eyes from Mary Jane’s walls clinging tighter to him made her go buck wild. Now she switched from cowgirl to positioning herself on her feet, crouching down, made it easier to pop her ass, and screw him like a piston gun. Her tits bounced as she gave a triumphant smile.

He reached up, gently grabbing her by the neck, and kissing her hard. Mary Jane didn’t know it until she was beneath him. Her mouth hungered for his neck and she sucked on his pulse as hard as she could, and then bit into the soft flesh. That still didn’t offer her control. The reaction made Wulf sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled in awe.

For a second, he slowed down. She grumbled, needing him more than she needed power. “Fuck me. Harder!”

In response, Wulf’s teeth sank into her skin as he pushed her legs up and to the sides.

Wulf steadied her calves over his shoulders, gripping the headboard. Wulf plunged deeper and harder. Each thrust sent her moaning and bucking.

“Yes, yes!” she panted. A staccato series of moans were his stamp of approval, and he went hard. He pulled out just to drive in deeper and harder. Mary Jane’s soul shook.

The climax slammed into her body. Sensations rushed through her, beginning at their sweet, wet connection, speeding through her veins. It took all of her strength to drag her fingers along his short, silky brown hair, clasping the back of his neck. He kissed her tenderly but fucked her with primitive desire.

Wave upon wave rolled over her, offering multiple orgasms. Wet tears streamed down her cheeks.

How could he do this? Mary Jane couldn’t recall much of her past, but she’d never had sex this great. Never cried out happy, elated, and ecstatic. All she knew was this could not end.

She couldn’t speak as the giant huffed, falling to a spent position beside her. Her body was weak and trembling, but by hell, fire, or storm, this could not end.