Jack smiled this time, a mirror of that shy boy smile he used to give her back when everything was still open blue skies and sunshine for miles. "Yeah, I'm thinking that had more to do with my little fantasy of finding you and taking you away from all this. It wasn't actually supposed to really happen like this, though."
"How was it supposed to happen?" Cindy asked, intrigued.
Jack shrugged, and he seemed to be having a hard time looking at her. "Basically that neither of us were actually going to be running from the authorities. The ideal fantasy would've been to find you and just, well, take you. If anyone had stopped us and asked, I would've said I was taking you into Head Office myself, but I know that's not how this is going to work."
Jack looked right at her. "We might not make it to Canada, you know, especially if we go after your friend."
Cindy's heart stopped, and for a hair of a second, she was terrified she'd misunderstood him. "You mean...we're going back?"
"I owe you, considering I believed those terrible things about you. I knew it never fit your personality, but I just...it was too much, you know? The fire, the fact that you never showed up, I never saw you again and-"
Cindy cut him off when she rushed into his arms, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Jack seemed shocked for a whole second before his hands were on her hips and his mouth melted against hers, warm and pliant, his tongue licked her lips and then thrust inside next.
Cindy's body buzzed. This was the absolute worst time and place for this to happen, but her hands were pulling at his shirt and his pants. There was definitely no time for that, but she had to have him. Everything in Cindy's body demanded that Jack take her right then and there.
He got the message loud and clear, and as Cindy opened his pants, Jack started lifting her skirt.
Cindy felt his cock, hot and hard, even before she managed to get his pants down. Her sex swelled and a rush of warmth flooded her, making her slick.
Jack grunted when her hand gripped his heavy cock, and then Cindy gasped and made a noise that was almost a squeal when he lifted her into his arms. Sometimes she forgot about how strong he was. He held her up so easily with one of his arms hurting as bad as it did.
"Got to have you. Right now," he said, sounding like he'd run all the way here from his house.
Cindy curled her legs around his waist, immediately feeling the crown of his length touching her sex, sliding between her wet opening, and then penetrating her.
Cindy cried out, first with the discomfort of the initial thrust, and then with pleasure as Jack gripped her by the ass and pushed her up and down on top of him. Her orgasm was already building, and Jack stumbled to the wall of his storage unit, pressing Cindy's back against it. She didn't even mind the cold concrete against her skin when Jack gripped her by the wrists and pushed her hands above her head, his hips pumping back and forth so that his flesh pounded almost painfully against her.
Cindy moaned and tried to push back against him, but this was more of a claiming than actual lovemaking, and without intending for it to happen she came before she was even fully aware that her orgasm was upon her.
Jack kissed her, swallowing up her moan, and as she rode out her climax, her inner walls pulsing around Jack's cock, he followed her.
Warmth spilled inside of her, and then Cindy was riding on the buzz that followed on the heels of her pleasure. Jack released her arms, and she wound them back around his neck, holding him close.
He was panting heavily when they finished, and so was she. Cindy ran her fingers through Jack's hair as he pressed his forehead against her collarbone. Neither of them moved, though both knew that they should.
"I love you," Jack said, his voice quiet.
Somehow, Cindy got the feeling that he was speaking so low because he feared she would reject him. As if she could ever do that to him, or to herself.
"I love you, too," she said.
Jack squeezed her tightly, and with a groan, he put her back down on her feet. Cindy could feel some of his come on her thigh, but she didn't want to clean herself up. Not yet.
Jack righted his clothes, tucking his spent penis back into his pants. "Sorry, I don't have anything for you to clean up with. It's gonna have to wait until we get a motel or something."
"I don't mind," Cindy said, and she really didn't.
Jack smiled at her, and he moved over to the bike. "You will if we're on this bike for more than a couple of hours. We're going to have to keep moving. I don't think we can leave the city just yet, there'll likely be road blocks, considering the men that we left unconscious back at my place. Going into the heart of the city will be out of the question for the time being as well."
"I can handle it, I trust you," Cindy said, and she reached for his hand and laced their fingers together.
Jack looked down between them, and his grip on her tightened. "Okay then, let's get going. Our first order of business is to get our new IDs, maybe change your hair a little, and then wait this out until it's safer to go looking for your friend."
"How long will that take?" Cindy asked, following him to the bike. When he handed her the helmet, she put it on. She tried to stuff her hair in it as best she could so that no one would be able to see it, but she was pretty sure she wasn't doing a good job.
"I'm not going to lie to you. It could be a couple of days, it could be longer. We might even hear on the radio that Jamie was captured by Ethan before we even get the chance to really look for them."
Cindy shivered at that, but then Jack's hands were on her shoulders. "I promise I'll try," he said. "To make up for what I did, I'll try, but it might not be enough."
"You don't have to make up for anything, but I still appreciate it," Cindy said, reaching up to touch his hands, which were still on her shoulders. "We always knew how this might turn out. We always knew one of us might vanish."
Jack winced, and then they got on the bike. "Either way, I guess I owe it to him to try then, if not to you. You said he saved you, right?"
Cindy nodded, putting one leg on either side of the bike's seat behind Jack. "Right."
Jack had been right about it being uncomfortable, especially because she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her sex was cold now, thanks to how wet it still felt, and the fact that she couldn't close her legs.
Jack handed her the bag they were taking with them, and she put it over her shoulder for the ride.
"Something I have to ask," he said, before starting the engine. "It doesn't even really matter, it's stupid, but I was just wondering, you said you were going to meet him when I picked you up?"
Cindy knew where this was going even before he finished speaking. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his back. "We were never a thing, only friends. He took care of me and I trusted him."
"Oh, okay good," Jack said, and Cindy could feel his relieved sigh go all the way through his body.
"Also, Jamie's gay."
Chapter Eighteen
Jamie pumped his arms and legs. They'd been hurting for a while now, but he kept right on running. He hadn't managed to keep away from hunters and collectors for so long because he'd been neglecting his cardio, but the man behind him was hot on his trail and he wasn't stopping.
Jamie had tossed several electric shocks behind him, hoping to hit the guy, but his aim wasn't exactly on the mark while he was running for his life, trying to look ahead of him to stay a careful course.
He'd made it just outside of the city limits when his stupid car broke down. It wasn't uncommon for anything electric to short out when he was stressed, but the car was the worst thing to go, and right when he really needed it, too.
And of course, because he had the worst luck in the history of the universe, a white van with the logo of the hawk in flight had been right behind him, and it had stopped when Jamie had prayed for the driver to keep on going.
When Ethan got out of the driver's side door, Jamie didn't even wait. He'd bolted and ran right into the trees, and now Ethan was on his trail.
Fuck, if only it would rain, or if he could just find a stream and lure Ethan into it. He could shock the man into unconsciousness and then get away. The problem with using too much juice was that it made him tired, and each bolt he sent after the man was draining. It made the muscles in his legs burn that much more and made it harder for his lungs to take in a gulp of air.
He cursed the night he ever met Ethan Frost in that dance club, though there had been some pretty good nights since then.
Something bashed into him from behind, and Jamie screamed as he went down, something hard and scratchy tangled around his body, and he was almost stunned into silence when he realized that it was a heavy net, made out of thick brown rope.
"Are you kidding me?" he yelled.