“Fuck, that’s good,” he said against my mouth.
Nothing but the sound of skin slamming against skin echoed off the walls. My mind blank with nothing but pleasure firing off, holding any thoughts hostage. His assault on me wouldn’t stop or even slow down, driving me to another orgasm at lightning speed.
I gripped the bed sheets, twisting my hands in them. Unable to take everything he was giving.
Fast, hard, frantic thrusts made the bed squeak and had my back arching as I came again. There was no reprieve as I thrashed beneath him.
Drops of sweat fell down on me, his eyes barely open, almost unseeing as he pumped into me.
“Fuck,” he hissed as his hips slammed against mine, cock jerking inside me.
We were both breathing hard as he fell on top of me.
Fast and hard and done. Even sociopaths got stress and anxiety that could be cured by a good fucking.
Left in nothing but a mess of limbs. A mash of two bodies locked together.
For the second time in days, the phone rang with his cock still stuffed inside me. Still coming down, he sprang off me, come spilling out onto the bed as he ran to pick up the call.
I stayed where I was, watching his hot naked ass and his still hard cock bounce around.
“Yes.” His jaw clenched, and he nodded. “Right, I’ll meet you there.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the table. “Tonight.”
Climbing back on the bed, he fell down next to me, one arm flopping over my waist before pulling me closer. The tension was gone and finally hearing from Jason wiped him out. In what seemed like seconds, his slow, steady breath blew across my skin.
Assassin’s sex drives were insane.
When the sun began to set, we got ready. Six double checked the two guns he was going to take and grabbed two full magazines while I armed my jeans with my lip balm.
“Where are we meeting him?” I asked as I slipped on my flats.
He held the door open as I walked through. The car was parked right in front of the room.
Once out of the parking lot and on the road, he finally answered me. “Up the coastal highway, past Santa Barbara. There’s an abandoned restaurant.”
“Why was it abandoned?” I wasn’t really expecting a response, just curious.
In true Six fashion, he ignored me. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to the dark pavement.
Once out of L.A. and past the Santa Barbara area, the traffic decreased and it became pitch black. The exception was the moon shining onto the great expanse of the ocean to our left, leaving a streak of light on the water.
It was an amazing view, the beam extending for miles. There were a few lights from boats, but otherwise it was empty.
After about an hour, he turned off the headlights. It freaked me out as we were still going over fifty on a windy, cliffy road.
“We’re here,” he said, his foot releasing the gas.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the black and stared out at the structure blocking the shine of the moon.
When we were stopped, I opened the door and stared out at the eerie building.
It was a large restaurant sitting on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Six pulled out a flashlight from the car, and we made our way toward the door. As we went, I was able to see the fragile edge it precariously sat on. The cliff side was rocky, and probably a thirty-foot drop below to the water.
Six led the way in, and as we passed the front door I noticed the shadow of a sign that read Rusty’s, but that was all I could make out.
The building was abandoned and probably hadn’t been in operation in a few years, judging from the height of the weeds and grass invading the parking lot.
The wooden steps were misshapen and some dipped, threatening to break.
As we entered, the moonlight shone through holes in the ceiling and broken windows. There were a few chairs and tables, some lying on their sides, others covered in a thick layer of dust. Add in the faded artwork and cobwebs, and I half expected a ghost to appear. Talk about creep-tacular.
The moonlight helped with the lack of light, since Six was holding the flashlight as we moved through the dining area. It was two stories, the upper veranda overlooking the main area with a huge wall of windows. Beyond was a very large wooden deck overlooking the ocean.
Six was silent as we moved, listening for anyone or anything that wasn’t us. I didn’t hear anything but our steps, some creaking, and the crashing of the waves against the cliff below.
He started up the steps, and I followed behind. Up one, then flailing as I caught my toe on the second, nearly falling down.
“Shit!” I grabbed on to the handrail as I lurched forward.
Six turned, shining the light on me. He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t offer anything, just righted myself and continued on.