I awoke from my post-coital bliss and Ace was laying next to me, his arms and legs entangled in mine. I watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering. I wondered what he was dreaming about—maybe robbing a bank, killing a bunch of bad guys, or maybe even sex with me.
I lifted the bed sheet up slightly and gazed under. His shaft was flaccid and small. I giggled to myself. I couldn't believe he was all mine.
“Are you done?” Ace asked, waking from sleep.
I flush crimson and put the sheet back down. “I'm sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off your body.”
“Should we do something about that?” His lip curled into a grin.
Desire returned in full force. My mind screamed at me for no more—my body had it's own plan. Ace kissed me softly and I climbed on top of him. His erection became rock hard beneath me. I grinded against him, rubbing my sex all over him. Ace reached up and squeezed my breasts, massaging and kneading them.
The sound of glass shattering in the hallway interrupted our heavenly time.
Ace flung me off to the side and bolted out of bed. Hammer from downstairs yelled up, “FBI!”
“Get your clothes on fast,” Ace ordered.
He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large silver pistol. We quickly got dressed and Ace tucked the pistol in the belt behind his back. Footsteps pounded up and down the hallway. They could come bursting in at any moment. Ace locked the door and went back to the dresser. “Help me with this.”
I took one side and we shifted it over. I thought we were trying to block the door but Ace stopped short of it. He bent down at the wall and pushed it in. A small square door popped open. Ace smiled. “I always have an escape plan.” He motioned for me to go first. “I'll follow behind and close the trapdoor behind us.”
I got down on my hands and knees and looked through the tiny door. The shaft was small but big enough to fit a person crawling through. I glanced back at Ace and he kicked my butt to get me going. Ouch! I inched my way through the tunnel, wiping cobwebs out of the way. Ace followed behind and closed the door, cutting off the small amount of light.
We could hear the door to the bedroom break open. Boots pounded against the floor as they walked around. My pulse was pounding in my ear and fear kept me frozen. A man yelled, “Clear” and walked away. We were safe—for now.
“Keep going, Rachael,” Ace whispered.
I continued my descent into the musty escape. I finally came to another small door that opened to the outside. We were still on the second story and the drop was at least fifteen feet high. “What do you want me to do?”
“There should be a dumpster right below. Jump down into it.”
He's got to be kidding. But I knew he wasn't.
I took a deep breath and looked below—it might as have been a hundred feet. I felt a shove on my ass and I came crashing down into a pile of smelly black trash bags. The overwhelming stench of rotten food made me want to vomit. I quickly climbed out of the dumpster and watched as Ace made the same leap. His head popped out with some lettuce stuck in his hair. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.
Ace climbed out and joined me. “It's time we split up, Rachael.”
What is he talking about? “No, I'm staying with you.”
Ace and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”
I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Ace was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”
Ace looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”
I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Did he get caught? Should I check out what was going on?
I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Ace with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”
“You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Ace and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.
We were going to make it.
I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.
“What are we doing here, Ace? Do you want me to get some stuff?”
Ace shook his head. “You can't come with me, Rachael.”
I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”
Ace killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.
Ace sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”
I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”
Ace suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Rachael?”
I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”
Ace shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Ace.
I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Ace drove us away.
We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.
Epilogue