Ford

 

The old Pontiac tore off down the highway, its engine struggling under the pressure. I wasn't too worried about being followed, but I still wanted to be clear from there in case they'd had friends around. Those guys, though, they weren't going to be getting up anytime soon. Hopefully they'd think twice about talking that way about a woman again. Especially one I was fucking.

 

Originally, though, I was going to take it real easy on them. After all, I still wanted my finder's fee when I delivered her later tonight.

 

Then they opened their fucking mouths and started talking about rape. That shit flipped me around real quick. No way was I handing her over to Daddy Williams, the fucking asshole. No way was any woman I knew going in for that despicable shit. I'd be no party to it. Not willingly.

 

I could've killed them. I wanted to, for what they said about Micah, about what they promised they'd do. Scum like that didn't deserve to live.

 

But still, I didn't want to hurt them too badly. Putting them in the hospital, or worse, would have put a target on our back bigger than I could handle, and I knew it. But nonetheless, they deserved what they got. I had no qualms about dishing out a little inducement to respect, or enforce, a lady's honor when it came down to it.

 

So, I made myself pull back at the last moment, even though I wanted to stomp both their heads into mush, right there in the goddamn parking lot.

 

I turned and looked at Micah, catching her staring at me. Her eyes were full of lust, her adrenaline high as mine.

 

“Daddy really got that money?” I asked as we drew closer to the motel.

 

“What?” Micah replied. “Of course he does!”

 

I nodded, turning my attention fully to the road. “Good. I wanna take that motherfucker for every penny we can.”

 

“You have a plan?”

 

I nodded again. “Yep. First thing, you're my Trojan horse. We go in together before the big party tonight, me delivering you to Daddy Williams for a finder's fee. We go in early to make sure security is light, since most of the guys probably won't be there till the big clients are showing up. If the money's not high enough, no deal. But I got a feeling it will be. You're a real peach, and he'll hate to have lost out on the money you bring in.”

 

“Yeah,” she said. “Okay. I can see that. But how do we get both of us in and keep us together?”

 

“I tell him I want the finder's fee before I let you go, then when he takes me back to get the cash, we overpower him and we get the money, then make a break for Kessa and get her out, too.”

 

“Dang,” she said, grabbing my shoulder. “That might actually work.”

 

I nodded as the motel appeared ahead, up on our left. “Yep. It gets us inside, and it gets us access.”

 

“Think we can do it?” she asked.

 

I grinned as I pulled into the parking lot, the old Pontiac's back suspension bottoming out as we hit the little ramp. “I think it's the best plan we got, babe.”

 

As I pulled into a parking spot near my motel room, I glanced over at her. Her eyes were still fixated on me, having not wavered for a moment, and her teeth just barely biting into that lush, kissable lower lips of hers. “What?” I asked.

 

“You too tired?” she asked, sliding a little closer to me.

 

“Too tired for what?”

 

“This,” she replied, leaning in and kissing me hard.

 

She tasted like syrup and butter still, her lips sweet and a little sticky. I groaned, returning the kiss as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We made out there in the parking lot, like the newlyweds she'd conned that couple into believing we were, my hand sliding beneath her shirt, running across her soft skin. I pulled her across the bench seat, across my lap, holding her as I kissed her deeply.

 

Already the smell of her and the taste was getting me hard. If it weren't broad daylight, I'd have ripped her clothes off right there and shoved between her legs, giving her another taste of how much I was enjoying this.

 

But, unfortunately, it was daylight. Fortunately, my room was twenty feet away.

 

“Let's get upstairs,” I breathed, as I helped her get situated again. She and I got out of my old piece of shit and practically raced upstairs. As I put my key in the lock and worked to open the door, she ran a hand up the back of my shirt, her nails tracing over my skin, sending shivers up and down my spine.

 

We got in the door and began tearing each other's clothes off. She'd wanted me to bend her over and take her from behind.

 

And a lady always got what a lady wanted.