Chapter Nine
Harley
He’s all over me. His mouth sends a tingle over my body every time he moves. His warm breath has me on edge awaiting his next exhale. I’ve missed having a man this close to me. I’m not even focusing on his dick… because my mind can comprehend what I’m letting happen.
So much for no distractions on this trip. Slater has become one giant contradiction to everything I ever told myself I’d do to get out of there. I lose all train of thought when he thrusts into me, sending my back against the shower wall once again. He’s not about to be ignored while I start second guessing things.
He rips the shower curtain open and walks out of the bathroom, never missing a chance to slam me down on his hips when he can. The sound of the water still running in the bathroom echoes in the bedroom when he drops me on the bed, still soaking wet from the shower.
“What the fuck are you doing letting me inside you bare? How many times have you done that?” His anger surprises me and I instantly feel guilty for getting so caught up in the moment that the thought never even crossed my mind.
“Never.”
“So you’re clean?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
“I’m clean and I’ll pull out.”
“I’m on the pill.” He climbs over me, taking me further up the bed as he slides into me again. This time he feels different. It’s the angle.
He rolls over forcing me to be on top. My hair is in his grip when he pulls me down until I’m face to face with him. “Nice distraction to keep me from being near your money, but if I wanted it, I’d already have it.” He bites my lips as he finishes talking. I flatten my palms on the bed beside his shoulders and start moving my hips slowly. He doesn’t move a muscle while his eyes take in every move I make.
I lift and lower myself on him until I can’t move from the rush of emotions flowing through my body. Something tells me he let me have that one for free, because as soon as I’m done with my body spasms he’s flipping me over to my stomach and fucking me hard from behind. He lifts me to my knees and pushes my head onto the pillow at first. His tight grip on my hips keeping my focus until he pulls back on my loose braid. My back arches until his lips are on my forehead. “You’re not supposed to feel this good.”
“Neither are you.” I simply agree with him before he releases the hold on my hair and begins fucking me once again.
He moves us from the bed… to the floor… up the wall… and even back into the shower before he finishes. I lose count of my own orgasms when they start running together. I’ve never been fucked like that in my life and something tells me I’m ruined now. That everything will compare to this night in the future and most will fall short. The way he cherished me and made me feel accepted even knowing what I’ve done and where I’m going.
He pulls me against his chest as we stand in the shower; somehow the water still running hot. Thankfully they don’t measure water usage in hotels. He kisses me until we’re both breathing normally again. As everything slows down I get to see his soft side once again. He showed it to me a few times during the night… but he quickly switched back to rough and determined.
Now it’s as though we have nowhere else to be, but right here in each other’s arms. Deep down I know he’s a stranger, but I can’t help but love how it feels to be against his body. He makes me feel safe… even though I know better than to ever allow myself to feel that way. “We should probably get some sleep.” Those few words are the cleanest he’s said to me in hours.
“I agree.” I start to untie my hair and wash it while he watches and starts to soap his own body. It’s awkward to have him watching and all up in my space, but after everything we just did together… there’s not anything he hasn’t seen, so I may as well get over that.
We both finish at the same time. He hands me a towel and we both actually dry off this time before we leave the tiny bathroom. “Looks like my bed is the only dry one.” He points to the blanket on the floor and I feel ridiculous for throwing him out of the bed after all of that. I drop my towel before I slide across the blanket he’s straightening.
He doesn’t tease me for climbing into his space and I don’t say anything either. He lays his arm over my waist and pulls me against him. I’ve never been one to cuddle… but tonight it feels right. It makes me feel like I’m not alone, even though I know I am.
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I’m deep asleep when I hear the gun shots. Slater’s body bolts to life at the same time I realize what’s happening. He throws me over his body and pushes me between the bed and the wall. He signals for me to be quiet even though everything inside me is telling me to scream.
I begin to panic when he starts to crawl across the floor, reaching for his bag. Gun shots start ricocheting through the room once again and it feels like an eternity before he rushes back to me. I look down and notice we’re both naked and my bags are on the other side of the room. I’m not sure how this is going to all turn out, but I have no intention of dying naked, so I grab the t-shirt he tossed on the floor before his shower last night and put it over my head.
He hands me a pistol from his bag and I grip the handle and set my finger on the trigger, aiming it at the door and waiting for anyone to enter. Everything goes quiet for a few minutes before we hear a few more gun shots outside. I become hysterical as I try to imagine how they found us.
I grasp onto Slater’s arm before he starts to crawl across the floor again. I wait for him to look out the window, only slightly moving the curtain to expose himself. “Move now.” He whispers over the bed. “I think they’re gone. We need to get the fuck out of here. The cops will be swarming this place in about two minutes. Grab your shit.”
We both get dressed even faster than we undressed. Within a few seconds, we’re both at the door taking a deep breath before he opens it. The sound of sirens has us moving faster only to have my heart sink the second I see the truck tires are all flat and gas is leaking all over the parking lot. “Fuck. We have to find a car quick.” His intensity matches mine and it’s obvious we both want the same thing and may need each other to get out of here.
We walk around the backside of the hotel and enter a restaurant. My heart won’t slow down as I imagine the police busting in here to find us, even though we didn’t just shoot up that hotel. We ran. “I know where I can get a bike, but we need something to get us about thirty miles.” He starts to plan as soon as we get seated. “Go to the bathroom with the bags and try to combine them into one. Get rid of anything that can be tracked, including this phone. We need less shit to identify us. I’m going to get us a car. When I call, come out the side door and I’ll be waiting.” He hands me a phone out of his bag. I do what he tells me to, even though I’m terrified I’m going to back myself into a corner, only to be found again. I hate running. I can’t stand always looking over my shoulder, but something tells me this is how I’m going to be for the rest of my life.
I take the large stall and immediately start shoving everything in the bag that has all the money in it. I wish I would’ve left part of it in the locker at this point, but I didn’t want to have to go back in case they were tracking me somehow.
I’m waiting for the call and getting impatient the longer he takes. I begin to let my mind worry about the possibility that he did leave me, but the phone rings shortly after. I leave the empty bag hanging on the hook behind the door, toss the phone in the trash and then go out the side door of the restaurant.
He’s in the driver’s seat of an old white Ford Taurus. I don’t even tease him about his choice of rides… it runs and that’s is all I care about.