“It means you’ll have already fulfilled your part of the bargain. In return for that, I’m willing to give you my life.”
She nodded. “And this arrangement, what exactly is it? What am I offering in return for your help? You keep saying I’ll regret it, but you don’t say what it is.”
I didn’t like forcing her into this position, this horrible choice. She deserved better, but I was the only one there, the only one who could protect her. We needed each other.
She couldn’t change what she needed of me.
I wouldn’t change what I wanted from her.
“It’s everything,” I said. “That’s all I can tell you.”
She looked at me again, assessing me, trying to decide what sort of devil she was making this pact with. When she spoke she’d made her decision.
“All right,” she said at last. “Let’s do it.”
“You sure you want to go through with this?”
She nodded.
And as easy as that, we’d both given up everything to fate. I’d taken on a fight I couldn’t win. It would certainly cost me my life. And in return, without even fully realizing it, she’d offered me the son I wanted to leave behind after my death. I knew, just by looking at her, that if she gave me a child, she’d be a good mother to it. Some things you can tell at a single glance.
“Does Wolf have any idea where you are?” I said.
“I don’t even know where I am.”
“All right,” I said. “I’m going to take you to one of the rooms.”
“Okay,” she said. One look in her eyes told me she meant it.
I beckoned the bartender.
“You rent the rooms?”
He nodded.
“We’re going to need one.”
“Sure,” he said. “They’re fifty for the hour. A hundred for the night.”
I left a hundred-twenty on the bar, grabbed her hand, and led the way. We went out to the rain. We were both soaked to the skin anyway. Our room was across the lot. We ran.
Chapter 6
Jackson
I OPENED THE DOOR AND she hurried inside. She was nervous. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. I could tell. It only made me hotter for her—her tight little ass in that wet dress—her sweet, plump breasts, bursting against her low-cut neckline—the delicious * I knew was waiting for me.
I looked at her.
There was a window by the door and she pulled aside the curtain to peer out.
“You looking for him?”
She shook her head.
“He doesn’t know where to find me. I could have gone anywhere.”
I looked at her but said nothing. We were on borrowed time. Maybe it would be a matter of hours, maybe days, or weeks, or months, but sooner or later, Los Lobos would catch up with us, and when they did, it wouldn’t be pretty. When that time came, I would make sure I was there alone. I would make sure she was safe. She knew it and I knew it. That’s why we were in that motel room together.
And even then, I knew there was more to this than just our bargain. There’d been a connection, an electric sexual tension, between us since the moment we met. The situation she was in, the months that had passed since our first encounter, did nothing to dampen that.
Her eyes were so big I could have melted in them. Her mouth was a tool for seduction. The image of her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock flashed before my eyes. I thought of my semen pouring into her mouth and it made me shiver. I was so hungry for her it hurt. Even the mess of her makeup turned me on. It made the situation more urgent, more dangerous. It excited me in a way I can’t describe. I wanted to walk over to her and ram my tongue down her throat.
“Promise me I’m going to be all right,” she said.
She knew that was more than I could guarantee, but I nodded.
“I’ll protect you, but you have to give yourself to me in return, completely and utterly,” I said. “That’s my price.”
She sat down on the bed and pulled off her panties.
“I’m yours now,” she said.
“If we go through with this, there will be no turning back,” I said.
I meant it. If I offered her protection, she would be mine. Mine tonight. Mine forever. She would give me everything.
She didn’t say a word. She lay back in her wet clothes, a drenched mess. My cock was so hard it was ready to explode just looking at her. I’d never seen such an erotic sight in my life. This was it. This was the woman I was going to possess utterly. The certainty of it overwhelmed me.
“You got a name?” I said.
She didn’t even look at me. She rolled onto her belly, turning her back to me.
My heart skipped a beat.
I could see the beginning of her ass, the wet dress hiked up over it.
“Open your legs,” I said. “Slowly.”
She spread them wide open, exposing her * like a piece of ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
I took off my bike leathers. My wet skin clung to them and I couldn’t get them off fast enough.
She spoke without facing me, her voice fragile.
“Are you going to use a condom?”