It was their actions, their first betrayal, the death of Three, that put Six in my life. If they hadn’t, we never would have met in that bar and my life would still be going, boring and all.
That meant, for months, they’d tried to kill me.
They played us in Tennessee because Nine wanted Six on their side. That was probably the only reason they didn’t kill us then. Two Cleaners could have easily been taken out, but they chose to wait.
“I already said I would do anything to survive.” I placed my hands on his chest, moving them slowly up and linking them around the back of his neck. “And the only one I want to kill me is you.” I pulled him down as I stood on the tip of my toes, reaching up to press my lips to his.
He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.
What I said was true. If I was going to be killed, I wanted it to be him.
I stared into the mirror above the dresser, at my less-than-like-me new haircut, to go with my so-not-me dye job. If my eyes weren’t their normal bright blue, I would seriously question the reflection as being me.
But it was me, or rather Lacey.
So much had gone on the last few months that my entire twenty-eight years leading up to now seemed like an entire lifetime ago.
Paisley Anne Warren lived a lifetime ago.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror, from the changes I’d endured that morphed me into Lacey Collins. But I could hear the life going on in the motel room. The TV spouting some news about something terrible, as they always seemed to do. There was the buzzing of the phone against the wood tabletop—an oddity since Jason’s death. The spray of the shower, and then the squeak of the knob as it turned off.
Steam billowed out a minute later as the door opened, but Six didn’t come out. Instead, the next sound that filtered through my ears was another buzzing. My gaze flickered to the door, then back to my shortened locks.
How long had it been since I’d had a bob? Such a small change, but needed. We’d both been stagnant in our looks for months.
I reached up, my fingers skimming across the newly snipped edge. A surreal feeling came over me, a tingling sensation.
“Lacey?”
His voice echoed around my head.
“Lacey?”
I turned to look at him and gasped, my eyes going wide.
Like mine, his hair was gone. Only, all of his was gone. Nothing left but a fuzzy buzz of light brown.
“Are you okay?”
“Your hair…” I trailed off.
One brow twitched as he stepped closer. There was nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening.
I moved from sitting cross-legged to my knees as I reached out. The soft fuzz beneath my fingers tickled as I glided them around his head.
He let out a small moan—the kind that made my clit dance. His hands gripped onto me as he stepped forward, pulling me closer.
“Damn, you look sexy,” I said, my mouth only a few short inches from his.
“Sexy?”
I nodded, pulling his lips down to mine. “Fuckable.”
I yanked him down onto the bed and stood before him straddling his hips. Watching his eyes darken as his hands moved up my waist only made me hotter for him. I let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock growing hard between us.
One last ride.
Just in case.
If I was going to die that night, I needed his cock in me one more time.
Lifting my hips, I guided him to my opening and lowered down. He groaned, leaning back to watch as inch by inch disappeared between my pussy lips.
I rotated my hips as I used my thigh muscles to push off and gravity to pull me back down. My eyes drifted closed, concentrating on the pleasure, of the feel of him stretching me, hitting all the places that made my mind go blank.
Primal need drove my body. The search for pleasure, release. The need to be one with him for just a little longer.
My lover.
My killer.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His hips flexed up, making me shudder as he got even deeper.
My muscles began to tense, making it harder for me to move. He didn’t miss a beat. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me up and down as he pumped into me. I let out a shuddering moan, my nails digging into his skin, and let go.
Uncontrollable tremors shook me. I was so far gone, too blissed out, that I almost missed him grunting as his cock jerked, spilling all his come inside me.
My arms went lax as I slumped against his chest. All energy gone, he fall back, taking me with him.
Calm spread through me for only a few minutes before the fear flooded back in.
Even an orgasm wasn’t enough to forget that it might be my last day alive.
A tear slipped from my eye, landing on his skin.
I didn’t want to die.
Getting ready was surreal. I’d never prepared for a fight, let alone a battle. Which was exactly what we were doing.
One last hurrah, one last time facing those that tried to kill us. Facing Six’s own brother.
Brother versus brother, and by the end of the night, only one would walk away.
It would be Six.
It had to be Six.
If it wasn’t, we were both dead and they won. They’d find Five and Seven and hunt them down next.