Southern Comfort (Lunchtime Chronicles, #23)
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“Are you sure you want to belong to me?”
“I have belonged to you from the first time I saw your smile.”
“That’s right, baby. And I have always been yours.”
My heart fluttered as the smile she loved so much invaded my face. I couldn’t hold it back if I tried. She was mine! She chose me, not my father. My self-control ceased to exist. I lifted her and carried her to the window and slammed her back against the glass. The skirt of that fucking dress was in my way, so I ripped it. I had no time to waste. The need to be inside her overtook my sensibilities. This was going to be quick, but it had to happen now. There would be no waiting.
Unzipping my pants, I released my cock and shoved it so deep inside her I saw stars. Fuck! Lina clawed at my back as I pumped into her with long hard strokes. Using the window to brace myself with one hand, I pumped in and out of her wetness with wild abandon. I knew this pussy and what it liked. Lifting her hips just a bit on an angle, I continued to fuck my woman against that cold glass. Her screams reigned out into the room, and I gave zero fucks. If I was going to be sent to Hell, I would rather it be while I was balls deep in Heaven.
“Garrison! Baby, I’m coming!”
Lina’s walls tightened around my shaft as her orgasm overtook her. Damn, I missed this. There was no place I would rather be. My eyes opened and landed on the lawn below. My father was standing there with a scowl on his face, commanding his men to kill me. My big brother, Weston, stood at his side. The intense hate in my father’s eyes, combined with the pleasure of Malina screaming my name, caused my balls to draw up. As she was coming down from her high, I shot my hot cum inside of her. I pulled out immediately, leaving a wet trail down her inner thigh.
“Malina, we have to go, now! My father saw us, and his men will be here any moment. Grab what you need, and let’s get out of here.”
She didn’t hesitate. Kicking off those dreaded high heels she was wearing, she left them laying in the middle of the room. Malina stuffed her feet in a pair of unlaced Jordans™, snagged a bag from the closet and tossed it to me.
“I can’t run in this dress. I need to change.”
“There’s no time! Rip that shit.”
My girl shrugged her shoulders, retrieved the knife she had in her garter and sliced through the bottom of the dress like butter. Replacing her knife, she picked up a second bag, and I led her out of the room the way I came in. There was a secret stairway that only two people knew about. We stepped over the other person’s corpse as we descended the stairwell. By the time my father’s men got to the dressing room, we would be gone like ghosts.
The spiral staircase we used to escape the room led to a tunnel that let out just on the other side of the garden. Sophia, my silver McLaren 720S was waiting just outside the gates for us to make a clean getaway. I paid a valet to ensure nobody messed with my baby. The vehicle being the perfect blend of a Formula 1 race car and a turbo jet, there was no question we would be able to escape without anyone on our tail.
We ran through the tunnel, exiting right where I planned. The Miami sun shone down on us calming my nerves. Hitting the button on the remote for the trunk release, I ran around the front of the car and tossed the bags inside before shutting the trunk. We hopped in the two-seater super car and sped away from the wedding venue. I looked at Malina as she threw her hands in the air, feeling the wind on her face. She was more radiant than I had ever seen. Lina reached up, and snagged the veil from her head and let it fly in the wind, releasing the last of her chains.
Two
On The Run
“Where would you like to spend your first day of freedom?”
Malina screamed at the top of her lungs and started dancing in her seat. She was absolutely glowing. Her face lit up like Time Square on a cold winter night. The designer sunglasses she slipped on made her look like a movie star. Well, if you didn’t count that raggedy wedding dress she was rocking.
“The first thing I want to do is eat at a greasy diner. I want a big old cheeseburger, onion rings and a mint chocolate chip shake. Then, I want to go to the arcade and play some games. After that, we can get back on the road and drive wherever you want to take us.”
“Why the hell do you want to eat at a cheap ass diner when I am offering you the world? You could have asked for anything.”
“In my profession, I have to be in top shape. I can’t put just anything in my body. Do you know how long it has been since I ate a burger? Shit, I may just add some bacon too.”
I laughed at her reasoning. I guess if I had been denying myself the simple pleasure of eating what I wanted, whenever I wanted, I would ask for greasy food too.
“Whatever you want, Malina. Check the little compartment on the door. There is a phone in there. Find us a diner and you shall feast, my queen.”
“Queen, huh?”
“Yep.”
She laughed at me as she opened the app for the internet and found a place for us to eat. Before I could suggest that she change clothes, the crazy woman hopped out of the car and skipped her happy ass into the diner. I eagerly followed behind her as she claimed a booth in the back of the restaurant. We sat on the same side of the booth, neither of us wanting to have our backs to the door. With me on the outside, I was first to see our server when she approached with a scowl.
The rainbow-haired waitress came over, placing two menus in front of us while plopping a couple of glasses of water on the table. Water sloshed over the rim of the glasses, but the woman didn’t make a move to clean it up. I held my breath, waiting for Malina to get upset, but to my surprise she simply stared at the spilled water. The woman introduced herself as LaShawn and damn near demanded our order even though we had just sat down. It wasn’t busy in there, so I had no idea what her issue was. The woman’s gruff demeanor caused Malina to peer up at her.
“What can I get you?”
“A new waitress,” I mumbled as the lady stood there looking at me with disdain.
Apparently, that triggered the giggles in Lina because she started laughing and couldn’t stop. Our waitress stomped off grumbling under her breath. The woman’s hair was an unusual combination of not only colors, but textures. The front was light pink and bone straight, while the top was purple, yellow and lime green rows of curls that piled on top of her head. The back was done up in a weird-shaped bun that was the color of a moldy croissant. Whatever look she was going for, she missed and terribly.
As I reached for my glass of water, Lina took my hand and wrapped it around her neck. It was then that I noticed she had never taken her eyes off the waitress. The look in her eyes was disturbing enough to make me look around the restaurant for possible danger. Lina leaned over and stole a kiss from me.
At first touch, my body started reacting, but she quickly put a stop to it with the words she whispered. “I need you to be alert, baby. Some shit is about to pop off. I’m about to crawl over your lap so I can be on the outside of the booth. Just act like you’re enjoying what I am doing. Don’t let on that you’re aware of the danger.”
My brain was screaming for me to protect my woman, but Lina was no ordinary female. My baby was one of the top three deadliest people in the world, third only to my brother and my father, in that order. She continued kissing me while climbing on my lap. She was straddling me with her back to the door, but she still seemed to have a view of the entire place.
“You see the man at the counter in the black hat? He’s coming for us guns blazing. The man sitting at the front left booth in the black shirt is also coming, but his specialty is knives. And last, but not least, the infamous, Rainbow Brite is probably going to slip some poison in our food or drink, so don’t touch it.”
Fuck! We were being tracked. But how?
“How did you know?”
“Babe, I do this for a living. It’s who I am. I would be a shitty assassin if I couldn’t pick one out in a crowd. Plus, these fools are the only ones in here. Haven’t you noticed there are no other customers or se
rvers. Most of all, there is no cook in the kitchen. They are more than likely dead.”
“But they aren’t a part of The Enterprise.”
“You’re right. Your father has outsourced this assignment. He really wants us dead. He knew I would recognize the people in our faction, but he wasn’t aware that I have studied the other factions, as well. He has hired the best in the game, and it is going to be fun getting out of here. Are you strapped?”
Fun? I knew a person had to be a bit of a psychopath to take lives for a living, but enjoying it was beyond comprehension. My woman was insane! But I loved her, and we were in this together. If anyone could get us out of this, it was her. Taking another long taste of my mouth, Malina sliced a piece of vinyl from the seat before moving off my lap. She took the seat I previously occupied, and I slid over. I would be following her lead. Preparing myself for anything that may come, I made sure I had access to my weapon that was in the back of my pants.
Like the bitch had been watching and waiting, the colorful waitress stalked over to us pretending to take our order.
“You ready to order?”
That’s when Malina went into action. She smiled at the woman as her hand slid across the table to the glass of water. With the vinyl concealed in the palm of her hand, she gripped the glass while turning to the woman.
“Yes, I think we are ready.”
She winked at me as she picked up the glass and flung the contents into the woman’s face. The liquid started bubbling on the lady’s face as she clawed at her skin and screamed in pain. Acid! Lina shot up like she had been fired out of a cannon. She slit the woman’s throat with her signature knife, painting her pristine white dress with red splatter. As the woman’s body dropped to the ground, she spun around and, in a flash, removed her Mark IV from a holster on her thigh and fired the smoke wagon, hitting the man at the counter in the temple. Before she could point the gun at the man in black, he rushed her.
I stood there frozen to the floor. I thought I was ready for whatever came our way, but I soon realized I wasn’t. When it came to watching Malina in action, I was a spectator like Candace Parker’s teammates when she was in the zone. She was so damn good, I wanted to see the show.
“Fucking bitch!”
I looked down on the floor where Malina was slicing the man in black with his own knife. Damn. When did she disarm him? Apparently, I missed it while I was spacing out. Now, my woman sat astride the man’s chest, slashing him over and over. The blade and her hand moving in perfect harmony. It was like watching a musician playing her favorite symphony. Slash, dun dun dun. Slash, dun dun dun. She moved to a rhythm that played only in her head. When she reached her finale, she was decorated with crimson, most of it making an intricate design on her white dress.
Malina stood, wiped the knife on the man’s drenched shirt and smiled at me.
“You ready to get out of here?”
I stared at her in disbelief. What the hell? She was not getting in my car with all that blood everywhere. I shook my head, and she smiled as if she could read my mind. My girl walked over to one of the tables in the corner, snagged a tablecloth from the tabletop and beckoned her head.
“Okay, now are you ready?”
I couldn’t do anything except laugh. After picking up a bunch of napkins from the dispenser on the table, I walked over to her and did my best to sop up all the blood from her face and hair.
“Baby, you are not getting in my car like that. Go to the bathroom and clean up while I grab a plastic bag to put your clothes in. I’ll grab you something to wear from the car and bring it to you.”
“We don’t have time for that. Grab me a bottle of water, and I’ll rinse off here. Fuck the trash bag. We are on the run, baby. Who cares if the cops find the evidence? By the time they process it, we’ll be as dead as these fuckers.”
Reality set in. She was right. We would soon be the corpses someone would clean up. That changed my mindset. We needed to live as much as we could in the little time we had left. I watched as Malina stripped out of her clothes and rinsed the blood from her body. Suddenly, I was turned all the way on.
“Let’s go baby.”
Three
Come for me
Clad in high top Jordans and a black thong, Malina waltzed her plump ass out of the diner, carrying the white tablecloth with her. I popped the trunk where she snagged a sundress and baby wipes from her bag. I opened the passenger door for her before hustling around the back of the 720S. The McLaren purred to life as Malina looked at me with sex in her eyes. Damn, she was a beautiful sight sitting on that white cloth playing with her perky breasts with the wind blowing the loose strands of her hair in her face.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I asked as I aimed the car toward the onramp headed north towards Orlando, our next destination.
“I get so turned on after a kill. I feel like fucking right now.”
“I’m driving, Malina. We can’t stop now. I have a feeling there are more people coming for us.”
“There are definitely more people coming for us, but I want to come for you right now.”
Trying my damnedest to keep from running off the road, I watched as my little vixen slid one hand from her nipple moving it down her tattoo that decorated her perfect abs. Her fingers lingered on the 3D depiction of claws ripping her skin open only to find zebra stripes underneath. I always loved that tattoo. It was sexy as fuck, and she knew it. She continued her journey, finally making it to the treasure between those life-stealing thighs.
The sweet smell of her honey drifted on the wind to my nostrils, and I happily inhaled her. What I wouldn’t give to plunge my face in her pussy and taste her until she wet my face with her pleasure. As my mouth watered, my head swiveled between the road and her peep show like I was at a tennis match. My bad girl pulled her panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside her sweet cunt. That sight combined with the tantalizing moan that escaped her mouth caused my dick to jump and the car to swerve.
“Hold it together, baby. I’m just getting started.”
I watched as my woman worked her juicy pussy for her pleasure and mine. All I could think about was the feel of her walls squeezing my cock so tight that I had to fight to keep from busting my nut. Being with Malina was like taking a hit of cocaine. She made my blood run wild in my veins, and I needed more of her every second. Addicting.
“Fuck, Malina. You got me so hard it hurts, baby.”
“Don’t worry, G. After I take care of myself, I’ll take care of you. I always do.”
Unable to resist touching her any longer, I placed my hand on her soft thigh. The electricity that sparked from her was almost painful. I could see she was just as affected because her eyes closed, and her head fell back onto the headrest. Then she opened that beautiful mouth and screamed her release into the open air. God, she was beautiful.
My cock was doing the river dance in my pants. He wanted out and to be deep inside Malina. It didn’t matter which hole. Any would do. Hell, at this point, I would take her hand. Any contact from her would relieve this pain. Before I could put in my request, I glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed a car in the distance. I normally wouldn’t have been suspicious, but we had been the only car on this stretch of road for miles. Plus, that fucker was coming in hot!
“We’ve got company.”
Lina peered into her side mirror and laughed. The way she handled danger was sexy and made me want her even more. She leaned over and licked the side of my neck and moaned like she was eating a tasty treat. Then she told me to keep driving.
“Drive this car like it was meant to be driven. We are sitting in a rocket ship. You can outrun their beat up hoopties. I have so much confidence in you that I am going to suck your beautiful cock while you get us away from them. Just keep in mind, you don’t get to nut if we get caught.”
“Fuck, baby. Alright, here we go!”
She dropped her head into my lap as I watched the fuckers roll up on us. In my head it felt li
ke the ultimate video game. It was the only way for me to keep my composure. I hit the gas as she took my cock into her mouth. My God, it was like taking off into space. The car shot forward as my hips pumped into her mouth. The techno sounds of Tarantino by Steve Aoki blasted from the speakers as the perfect soundtrack for this game.
The bastards were hot on my ass as I swerved around a curve, cornering that bitch like I was gliding on rails. One of the two black SUVs chasing us lost control and rolled, crashing into the guardrail.
“Fuck yeah!”
As the mellow horns sounded off, the road flattened out, and I increased my speed to 90 MPH. Malina was giving me the best head of my life. The way her tongue flicked my head in conjunction to the music and alternating with her supreme suction, I wanted to levitate out of my seat. Instead, I concentrated on outrunning the fools behind us.
Just as I thought I got away from them, I jetted under an overpass and spotted a state trooper sitting in one of their infamous speed traps. At the same time Lina grabbed a handful of balls and just about sucked the lifeforce from my soul. Eyes lidded, I fought to keep from coming and to keep the car on the road.
“Oh, my fucking God! Malina, you have to stop. There is a cop, and I almost just killed us.”
The little imp pulled away from my cock with a pop of her lips and peeked her head up enough to look out of the window. She gave a joyous laugh, then went back to working on my cock. Oh, she was going to pay for that if we survived. Meanwhile, the assholes that were chasing us reappeared behind us, followed closely by the state trooper. Apparently, they called for backup because, out of nowhere, another state trooper car rolled up, trying to block my path. These fuckers didn’t know who they were messing with. I may not be a badass assassin, but one thing I knew how to do was maneuver a fast car. I was made for this.