He kisses me softly. “Just take the wall down for this one night, Sunshine. Just let the fucker go and enjoy this.”
“I don’t know how!” I close my eyes and feel his lips touch mine.
He murmurs against them, “Let me show you.”
Opening my eyes he gives me this look like I can trust him. Everything I know about men says I can’t. But this guy…I nod very slowly and those hips start to fuck me again. We’re locked in a visual embrace. Our fingers weave tightly together and he begins to move faster. My head falls back and I gaze and whisper, “Oh God,” as tears gather in my eyes.
He nods like it’s okay, then kisses me deeply, filling me up the whole time. I feel his cock swell and know this is the moment. He pulls back, gritting his teeth as he stares into my eyes. A deep moan escapes me, one that goes on as he explodes and roars so loudly I know his friends can hear. My body unleashes under his and I cum just as hard as he does. It is unabashed delirium.
He collapses onto my lips, moaning into them as he grinds everything he has to give into my sore little cunt. “Fuck, Sunshine, holy dammit, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!”
I whimper in his arms and kiss his hair as he slumps onto me, slippery with sweat.
In the quiet that follows, I feel peace, crushed beneath him and staring lazily at the ceiling, thinking of him, this and us. Soon I hear the steady breathing of his dozing and I smile, lightly petting his head with my short nails.
My eyes fall on the gun he set on the nightstand, and my smile slowly disappears.
Jett
A knock on my motel door jars me awake. Fuck, I haven’t slept like that in…years? Yeah, feels like it’s gotta be years. Stretching with my eyes still closed, I shout to whoever is on the other side, “HANG ON!”
Rolling over, I discover I’m alone in the bed.
Sitting up with a start, I scan the room and see the bathroom door shut. Relaxing, I call to her, “Hey Sunshine, you wake up before me?”
The name is ironic. She’s a dark girl. Disturbed and tortured by a past I want to know more about.
Rolling off the bed, I trudge over and rap on the door. “Whatever your name is…get on out here. Time for breakfast and you never answered my questions.”
No response.
I knock again then try the handle.
It’s unlocked and… “Motherfucker!” She’s not here.
Whipping around I search for the backpack.
The gun.
The girl.
They’re gone.
“FUCK!”
Quick, angry strides get me to the motel room door. Scratch waits on the other side, framed by bright sunlight.
“Did you see her leave?”
He somberly shakes his head. “No, man. I was just comin’ to wake you. We’ve been up for over an hour. You’re usually first one up.”
Dragging angry fingers through my hair I shout, “SHIT! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”
“She stayed over?”
Honey Badger walks up and before he sees my face, asks, “Did you find out what she was…oh fuck. She took off on you, didn’t she?”
Fuse and Tonk walk up behind them. I’m buck-naked. They don’t say a word. They just overheard what is going on and there’s no way they’re gonna fuck with me right now.
Glaring my answer, I snatch up my jeans and snarl, “I need some food.”
“A girl ran out on Jett?” Fuse mutters, like he can’t believe it.
It’s true. I’m normally the one leaving.
Furious and feeling like an absolute fuckin’ idiot, I shout, “FUCK THAT. I need to shower first. Get the smell of this bitch off me.” Slamming the door, I swear under my breath. In fact, I can’t stop swearing.
How’d I sleep through her sneaking out?
Did she drug me?
Nah. I just took my guard down.
This’ll teach me never to do that again.
Even after we eat, the air is still stiff. We’re sitting around a table at ‘Four ‘n 20 Restaurant and Pie’ on Laurel Canyon when Tonk pulls out a phone and throws it on the table.
“That the one?” Scratch asks, picking it up.
“Yeah.”
Shoveling omelet into my mouth, I grumble, “What is it?”
“A burner phone. I grabbed it off one of the guys I knocked out last night,” Tonk says.
My eyebrows shoot up.
Tonk’s learning.
I grab the phone and say with a full mouth, “Nice work,” as I check it out.
As he mops syrup up with a last, lonely waffle chunk, Honey Badger shrugs. “Yeah, but what do we do with it?”
The five of us finish our meal, ruminating over the problem. There are three dialed numbers in its memory, but it’s not like we’ll be able to find the addresses by Googling these digits. People don’t have their addresses on display like that, unless they’re totally clueless. Not the case here.