“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.
Chapter 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.