“Travis!” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” I whispered in her ear, and then I slid them down her hips. She bit her lip as I opened the door to the backseat and helped her get inside. I pressed her down until she was laying on the backseat, that perfect fucking pussy soaking wet and barely covered by a thin layer of cotton panties.
I knelt down outside the car, the door blocking us from anybody who might leave the diner, and grabbed her hips. I pulled her toward me, spreading her legs wide. She gasped as I kissed her legs, her stomach, and teased her wet pussy.
“We shouldn’t,” she moaned, but instead of stopping me, she gripped the seat and tossed her head back. “We really shouldn’t.”
I slowly slid her panties down her skin and then tossed them onto the floor of the car. “Relax,” I said. “This will only take a minute.”
She moaned as I slowly licked the length of her, loving her taste, loving the way she reacted to my touch. I began to suck and lick her clit, working that nice little pussy, her delicious fucking pussy.
She moaned but was trying so hard to be quiet, and that only made me fucking harder. She was stifling herself and even had to put a hand over her mouth. I reached up and moved her hand away, putting mine in its place and working her pussy harder.
She moaned loudly into my hand, rolling her hips. Her hands laced through my hair and pressed me harder against her as I licked and sucked her, my tongue and lips working her clit like there was nothing else in the world. I was fucking starving for her, and getting that pussy off in this parking lot only made it that much hotter. Anyone could catch us, and that thought made me fucking wild with need for her.
I wanted her to come right on my fucking mouth. I wanted to suck this clit until she couldn’t think and came, again and again, right here in the open. My tongue worked her, rolling and sucking, eating that pussy with wild abandon.
With my free hand, I slowly pressed two fingers deep inside her. She moaned louder as I began to fuck her with my fingers, still licking that clit. She worked her hips, getting into the rhythm, clearly not worried about being in the open.
I kept sucking and licking, her clit delicious, her tight little pussy taking my fingers as I worked them deep inside her. I moved my other hand from her mouth, feeling her breasts, and she moaned loud and deep.
“Oh fuck, Travis,” she said. “Oh my god. This is so wrong. Oh fuck but it feels so good.”
I kept fucking her pussy with my fingers and grinned up at her. “Nothing wrong with getting this pussy off,” I said. “Nothing wrong with loving the way you taste.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. Keep doing that right there.”
I kept working her pussy, my fingers pushing deep inside her. I went back to licking her clit, sucking and working her while I fucked her with my fingers. She kept rolling her hips, moaning, not thinking about anything, clearly lost in the moment.
And so was I. Everything else that had happened was gone. The only thing I wanted was Hartley’s nice little pussy, her body, her moans. I wanted to make her feel good, make her come, make her forget the horror of the last few days for just a few seconds. I could give that to her, so fucking easily. I worked and sucked that pussy, making her take it, making her mine.
And slowly I felt her fingers tighten on my head, her hips move faster, heard her moans get deeper, her breath shallow. Slowly she began to come, her muscles tightening and contracting. I kept at it, not letting up for one second. I wanted to make this an orgasm she’d never fucking forget. She began to tighten and moan, the orgasm rolling through her as I sucked that clit and fucked her pussy. She said my name over and over as she came, and I fucking loved the way she tasted.
Finally, the orgasm passed. She lay back on the seat and I slipped my fingers from her, licking them clean. She shook her head, breathing deeply.
“Shit,” she said. “That was amazing.”
“I know,” I answered, smirking at her. “I think the whole town heard you.”
She turned red. “No way.”
I laughed and got into the car, kissing her. “Relax. You’re fine.”
Just then, headlights illuminated our little corner of the parking lot. They passed over us like a spotlight before turning into a spot two spaces over. We paused, not moving an inch, as an old couple got out of the car and slowly shuffled over to the restaurant together.
When they were gone, Hartley burst out laughing. I couldn’t help but join her as we laughed uncontrollably about absolutely nothing at all. Maybe it was being so close to getting caught, or maybe it was just all the tension of the last few days, but either way we laughed together, and it felt pretty damn fucking good.
“Ah shit,” I said finally, shaking my head. “We should get going.”
“What’s the rush?” She kissed me again.
“We’ve got one more stop to make.”
“Where to?”
“There’s a bar called Lou’s, over near the hills.”
She nodded slowly. “I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, we need to go get some cash.”
I got up and grabbed her shorts, tossing them to her. She got dressed, pulling her panties and her shorts back on. I climbed up into the front seat, and after a second Hartley joined me.
I started the car, smiling to myself. This next part was a risk, but it was an important risk.
I didn’t want to take risks, not with Hartley’s life in the balance. But I knew we were already playing a very dangerous game, and I had to choose which side to back.
That meant making moves that seemed crazy, but were crazy for a reason.
15
Hartley
As we drove, I was still buzzing from the way Travis had worked my body. It was a surprise to me the way that had happened. I was high on adrenaline from that meeting, terrified of Travis’s plan, worried about a million things.
But as soon as he touched me, all of that went away. It was the strangest sensation, to go from absolutely worried and scared to suddenly feeling completely fine. Travis managed to take away that pain and that worry with nothing but his mouth and his fingers.
But what a mouth. That man was sexy, too sexy. He drove me over the edge so easily, got me soaking wet with just a touch, a smile, a word whispered in my ear. It was a dangerous game we were playing together, stacked on top of an even more dangerous game.
He didn’t seem like the kind of man who stuck around. He seemed like the type to get what he wanted and then disappear. Part of me was waiting for him to run off every morning, but every morning he was still there with his cocky smile and his ripped body.
I couldn’t help but watch his face as we drove. I didn’t understand what he was getting out of this, why he was really helping me. Back when we first met, I was just a stranger who was in trouble. But ever since then, he’d had a ton of opportunities to walk away from this. He didn’t need to risk his life for me, didn’t owe me a thing.
The man was a mystery. Even though I felt like I understood him more and more, he was showing me every day that there was always something more to him deeper down.
We made it to Lou’s about a half hour later. The bar was a little shack, all wood and chipping paint, set off down a gravel road and surrounded by trees. Loud music was playing inside, and the cars were mostly old trucks and motorcycles.
Lou’s had a reputation in Knoxville. Even I knew that from having just worked in town for a little while. Lou’s was the place you went if you needed to find the mafia.
Travis parked and got out of the car. I followed him. As we got closer to the entrance, he stopped and faced me. “Maybe you should wait in the car,” he said. “This might go poorly.”
“I’m sticking with you,” I said, trying to sound brave even though I didn’t really feel it.
He smiled. “I know that. But still.”
“No. Let’s do this.”
He gave me a long look and then nodded. “Okay then.”
I followed him and we pushed inside, walking into Lou’s.
I’d been here once before, back when I first came to town. I’d come here to find the Dixie Mafia, almost exactly like this. And just like that night, the place was crowded with mean-looking men who glared at us as we walked inside. An old jukebox was playing country music in the corner, and everything looked like it was older than the ocean. Chipped wood, faded varnish, and deer heads were the decorations of choice.
Travis moved through the crowd, barely looking around, and stopped at the bar. I stayed close to him and leaned up against the wood, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. That was hard, though, since I was one of maybe four women in the whole place, and definitely the youngest.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender asked Travis.
“I’m here for Culver.”
The bartender paused and glanced at a guy sitting at the end of the bar. He looked back at us. “How’d you know that name?”
“Tell Culver that Travis Rock is here.”
The bartender paused and then walked over to the man he had glanced at, a guy in his forties, balding and fat. The man glanced at us and then disappeared into a back room.
Not long after, the fat man returned. He walked straight up to us and didn’t say a word, just gestured with his head for us to follow. Travis glanced at me and gave me a little smile before following the man. He held the back door open and we stepped into the room.