Packing Heat(144)

“Yeah,” Hartley said softly. “Maybe that’s true.”

“Not many people are brave enough to try to do what you did.”

“I almost got raped over it. Almost got worse.”

“True. They’re also not that stupid.”

I grinned at her as she made a face. She stood up but wobbled on her feet for a moment. I quickly got up and grabbed her elbow.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Fine,” she said. “Just got a little dizzy.”

“Come on. Let me help. You might have a concussion.”

“I’m fine. Just want to change the ice.”

I helped her back into the bathroom where I’d left the ice bucket, though she seemed fine. I liked the feeling of my hands on her arm. Her skin was smooth and tan, and I got a whiff of her body. I could feel my cock getting hard again as I looked at her, those curves, those tits. I wanted to strip that dress off her and suck her clit until she screamed my name.

Instead, I helped change the ice out on her towel. She looked at me, breathing deeply and standing close.

“Thanks,” she said. “Though I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

“Part of my job, I guess,” I said softly. “I help beautiful women.”

“What’s your job?”

“Navy SEAL.”

She looked surprised. “You’re a SEAL? Seriously?”

“Seriously,” I said. “I fuck up the bad guys and save sexy little things like you.”

“I don’t think saving damsels in distress is part of being a SEAL,” she said.

She didn’t move when I got close to her, our hips close. “Maybe it’s more of a hobby.”

“I bet your hobby is undressing those damsels.”

“Damn right,” I said. “And making them moan my name.”

“How do you do that?” she asked, her lips parted.

“First, I’ll press my fingers up her pretty dress and feel her soaking pussy. Just like your pussy is dripping wet, right now.”

“You don’t know that.”

I smirked. “Maybe not. But next, I’d press her down on the bed, slide her panties off, and lick her clit until she couldn’t stand another fucking second.”

“And then?” she asked, breathless.

My cock was fucking hard as hell as I pulled her against me. I wanted this girl, wanted her fucking badly. I didn’t know how we got from talking to this, but I couldn’t hold myself back another second.

“And then,” I said, my lips against her ear, “I’d slide my thick cock deep inside her soaked, tight little pussy and make her take that cock like she’s never been fucked before.”

My lips slid down her jaw, up her cheek, and I was inches away, inches away from her beautiful fucking mouth, inches away from my tongue pressing against hers. My cock was raging fucking hard and every inch of my body was lit up and burning with need.

Then a loud, storming banging against the door pulled us back.

“Shit,” I said.

She stepped away, the spell broken. She looked flustered as hell, but fear was in her eyes.

“Who’s that?” she asked.

I glanced at the back window, frowning. It was fully night now, but it was a two-story drop. I grabbed Hartley by the shoulders.

“Listen to me,” I said. “Go grab the sheets, every one of them, and start tying them together. Anchor that rope against the drain pipe on the sink and toss it out the window. When I give you the signal, you climb the fuck out. Understand?”

She gaped at me. “What? Are you insane.”

I grinned at her. “A little bit, yeah. You need to fucking do this. Understand me?”

She blinked at me, shocked, but slowly nodded. “Okay.”

I turned toward the front door. More banging, angrier, more insistent.

“Coming,” I called out sweetly.

I watched the girl strip the bed and carry it back into the bathroom. I nodded to her and then turned toward the front door.

I didn’t know who it was, but it couldn’t be good. Friendly people didn’t knock like that. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and walked over to the bedside dresser.

I pulled out my gun and got myself ready.





5





Hartley





I could barely believe what was happening.

First, this total stranger brings me back to this horrible motel. Next, he turns out to be incredibly charming and handsome, the sort of man I had a hard time not throwing myself at. Finally, he almost kisses me, but we get interrupted by somebody knocking on the front door.

As I began to tie the sheets together, I watched Travis take a gun from the bedside dresser and casually cock it. I couldn’t believe how calm he seemed as whoever was outside continued to bang on the door.