We fall onto one another. James looks upwards, dizzy, moaning and his head swaying left and right. I roll over fast and grab his knife in my hands. It takes a few seconds, but I position the blade at the ropes around my wrists. I saw fast. There's no telling when he'll come to.
Come on, I think. Come on! I saw through the ropes, just in time, as James realizes what's happened. He gets on his knees. He's going for the gun five feet from him.
My hands free, I grab his ankle and pull him down. His face bashes into the pavement. I drag him backward and turn him over.
He screams, and he reaches for my throat.
I slug him across his face and knock him dizzy again. While he's out, I undo the chain around my ankles. I stand up. I limp to his gun, grab it and aim it back at him just as he's stumbling to his feet.
We're both bleeding and sweating, but I've won the fight. I could pull the trigger and end this man, but one thing, one beautiful thing goes through my head - Lila. She wouldn't want me to kill him. Lila, even when she's not with me, she's still making me be a better man. Damn it, I love that woman, but right now I have to worry about this evil prick before me.
James sneers at me. He's pale, dark bags around his eyes. "This isn't over, Detective."
I breathe deep, steady with my gun. "Maybe not, but you're not going anywhere."
Three minutes later, James is tied to a street light. I wrapped the whole chain around him, hooked it tight, and there's no way in hell he's breaking out of it. I have his gun, and I get into his car.
"You'll never get away from us, Rex Copper!" he screams. "Well kill you. We'll kill you and your woman!"
"Never," I growl. I slam the car door shut, start the engine, and the tires sing as j peel across the pavement and back onto the road.
Lila needs me, and I'll destroy anything I have to, to save her.
LILA
Rex, where is Rex? I tremble, walking out of the apartment, in my little red dress and heels. Javier is next to me. He's our driver, a quiet man. But from the look in his eyes, I can tell he's not going to save me from this.
"Mr. Suns is expecting you at the gala in half an hour," he tells me.
Even though I don't think he'll help me, I try anyway. "Javier, please. We can get out of this. We can get away from Mark."
But Javier is unwavering. He takes me by the arm and leads me all the way to the elevator. As the elevator descends to the parking garage beneath the building, my stomach sinks. There's no way out of this with anyone else now. It's just me. And I'll have to fight like hell if I want to make it out alive.
In the back of my husband's limo, I sit, tense, my mind going over every scenario of how I can escape. Javier drives. The partition window stays down so he can see me.
I could open the door, I think. I could just open the door and jump out. But while Javier isn't looking I silently try the door handle, and I'm locked in. I wouldn't even know where we are. The windows are tinted to a near black. We could out of the city for all I know.
Javier’s phone rings. He answers. "What do you want?" He pauses. "James? You sound different. Not your usual sniffling self. What was that?" He presses on the breaks. "For what? Oh, is that you behind me? Alright. Fine." He pulls off the road and slows the limo to a stop.
My heart and mind start racing. This is it, the chance to escape. Javier is going to open his door to get out, and the thing about automatic vehicles, when one door automatically unlocks they all do. I slide to the edge of my seat and put my hand on the door handle, ready...
Javier looks at my reflection in the rearview mirror. "Stay," he orders like I'm a dog.
I squeeze the handle. I'm ready.
Javier opens his door.
I yank the handle and push the door open, just an inch, so he won't suspect anything yet.
Javier hits the lock button on his keys as he gets out. The bolt on my door lowers, but the door is still open. He slams his door shut.
Nervous, shaking, I hold onto the door handle, and I'm going to wait five seconds before I leap out of this limo and run in any direction to get away. Adrenaline pumps through me. It's now or never, life or death... One... two... three...
But I hear Javier yelling outside. A second later, gunshots sound through the air.
I flinch. What the hell is happening?
Rex voice calls out. "Lila, stay in the car!"
Rex? I sit up straight. He said to stay in, but I act too fast to think it through. I throw open the door and stumble out of the limo. "Rex?"
Outside, the limo is parked along the side of the entrance road to the highway, just south of the city. Motorists zoom by on the bridge above us. Javier stands at the end of the limo, gun in his hand. Behind the limo, there's a black Jaguar with bullet holes through the hood and smoke rising out of the engine. James’s car, I know it anywhere. My stomach sinks. What is that prick doing here? Where is Rex?
Javier hears me and turns around. "Lila, stay!" But while his back is turned to the Jaguar...
Rex stands up from behind the Jaguar, gun in hand. He fires a shot into Javier’s arm and sends the driver down to the pavement. He races to him, glaring at me, and as he reaches down and takes Javier’s gun from him he scolds me, "Lila, I told you to stay in the damn limo."
I don't care how mad he is. My head and heart rush with the joy of seeing him. I run to him and grab him. "I thought you were dead!"
"Not yet, baby." He pulls me to him and kisses me hard, smearing my lipstick. Our lips collide while we stand above the shot Javier, and he starts whining and rolling on the pavement. Rex grabs my hand. "Come on, there's no time."
I run with him to the passenger side of the limo and he opens the door. "Let's take the jaguar," I tell Rex.
But he shakes his head. "The engine is shot to hell. This is all we got, Lila." He pushes me into the limo. "Now come on. Get your ass in!" He slams the door.
"So freaking pushy," I say under my breath. When Rex gets in the driver's seat, I start asking questions. "Where's James?"
Rex drives the limo onto the entrance ramp, and then we fly onto the highway. His scowl looks forward. His nostrils flare. He's a man on a mission: escape.
"Rex?" I ask. "Where's James?"
"Lila, I love you, but please just stop talking right now."
I look forward as the highway flies by us. I feel the heat of anger in my fingers. But I bite my tongue and keep my mouth shut. We just stole the limo and are fleeing my drug dealing husband, there's bigger things to worry about than Rex's attitude. I have no idea where we're going, and no idea what Rex’s plan is. I got a feeling it's going to be a long night.
SIX
REX
My foot stays down on the pedal of the limo. The gas gauge says we're at a fourth a tank. We have one gun and only the clothes we're wearing. Night has fallen over New York, and I keep the limo in the far left lane and head north like a bat out of hell.
Lila keeps her arms folded next to me. She's mad, lips pursed and eyes refusing to look my way.
I grit my teeth. "I'm sorry," I mutter. "I didn't mean to be such a dick about it. I'm just, I'm really tense right now."
She's quiet.
"Lila?"
She doesn't respond. I look her way. Her breasts look twice as large in that tight, red dress. Her legs look smooth, and my hands crave the feeling of her thighs.
"Lila, come on," I say as I raise my voice. "Talk to me!"
"Where are we going?" She asks.
I sigh in relief. At least she's talking. "North. I'm getting you across the border."
"Into Canada?"
I laugh. "No, Iceland. Of course, Canada. What else is -" I look her way and realize she's not finding it as funny as I do, so I shut up. "Yeah, Canada. Gonna get you across. I know a place to hide out up there. You'll be safe."
She unfolds her arms. "Canada? Rex, I don't have any money, or clothes. And you're going to take me to a whole other country?"
"I have money," I tell her, "And I can get you
clothes. I can get you anything you need, Lila. Trust me, I've got a plan for us." I look her way, and finally she looks back with those hazel eyes. I ask her, "Do you trust me?"
She watches me, and her eyes look down to my lips, over my body, then back to my eyes. "Yes."
We're quiet for a minute, and I can't keep my mind off her or my eyes from stealing looks at her body. All the rush and thrill has me bursting with protective testosterone. And when I look at her, I get hard, and it's harder to concentrate on the highway when my cock aches for her. She's so close, and I can smell her perfume. I could drown in it. I could drown in it with my lips on her skin.
"What happened?" She puts her hand on my shoulder. Her fingertips brush over the scratches I got when James dragged me across the dock. "How bad are you hurt?"
I shrug. "Not that bad. That prick tried to throw me off a dock into the Hudson." I wink at her, a cocky smile on my face. "But I got out of it for you, baby."
She doesn't smile back. There's a fear in her eyes. "Did you kill him? Did you kill James?"
I lose the smile and look forward. "Does it matter if I did?"
She purses her lips together, and she leans away from me. "Then that makes you as bad as them."
I grit my teeth because her virtue, even in a situation likes this, drives me crazy. Gripping the steering wheel tight, I take a deep breath and tell her, "I didn't kill him."
"Really?"
I shake my head. "Trust me, I wanted to. I could've. But I didn't."
She bites her lip, and she leans back towards me. "Because you knew it was wrong?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't want me, too." I look her way. "I let him live because of you, Lila. And trust me, it wasn't easy."
Biting her lip, I almost think I see a smile forming in her lips. She leans closer to me, grabs my face and turns it to her.
My eyes stay open and strain to see the highway. But my lips, they belong to Lila right now as she kisses me. "I thought I'd lost you," she whispers to me.
I reach my arm around her and pull her even closer. "You're never losing me, baby." My heart pumps harder, sending blood straight to my manhood, and I get hard for her. "Never."
We kiss, and it's hard to keep my eyes on the road long enough to keep from drifting into the barrier. Lila breathes on my ear. When I turn my head, she bites on my ear and kisses my neck. My skin gets hot. I groan. I shift in my seat. There's not enough room in these jeans for my shaft to do what it wants. "Lila, you're uh, you're making it hard to drive."
"How hard?" She whispers playfully. She dips her hand in between My legs and squeezes my aching shaft. "Very hard, it seems."
"Lila don't do this," I growl. I flash her an angry stare of frustration. "There's no place to pull over. And we can't anyway. There's no time to waste."
She smiles. "Then keep driving, Detective." She nibbles on my ear. And her hand undoes the belt of my jeans. She unbuttons them, and she whispers, "Let me do the rest.”
“Lila,” I say her name, and I shudder in a tingling pleasure as her hand works its magic. “You really are a dangerous woman.”
She bites on the edge of my ear. “You don’t even know the half of it, Detective.”
I raise my hips and let her pull my jeans down. My manhood springs up tall and proud. I'm engorged and pulsing. "Are you sure we have time to have sex?"
“I wasn’t planning on having sex with you, detective,” she toys.
“Then what are you planning for?”
Lila licks her lips. "For this." She lowers her head, parts her lips and slips me in between. It's hot, wet and soft. I take in a sharp breath and nearly drive the limo off the highway.
My shoulders raise. My body tightens. Lila kisses and sucks on me. I haven't felt a rush like this since, since I had her in her shower earlier. Everything she does lights me on fire. And right now I feel like a bonfire blazing up high and out of control from the things this woman does with her lips and tongue. "Holy..." My voice raises and I breathe in harder and faster. "Lila, baby, really, I don't think I can drive while, oh my God!"
She leans up, and she smiles. "So you get to have me whenever you want, but I can't do the same?"
I pant. "What are you talking about?"
She raises an eyebrow. "In the shower?"
I clench my teeth together. I look at the road. My body is roaring for more of her pretty lips. "Come on, baby. Take me."
She lowers back onto my lap. She wraps her hand around my shaft and takes the rest of me in between her lips.
My hips start to buck upwards. I can't help it. I don't want to hurt her, but she's got me so turned on thrusting is now a need for me. I run my fingers through her hair. It's soft like her skin. I reach down her back. I squeeze her butt. I reach for her legs. I squeeze the back of her thigh. I move my hand towards her inner thigh, longing to caress her sex, when I feel something strange. "What is that?"
She leans up and catches her breath. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Is that a bandage?" My eyes dart between the road and her leg. I try to shift her so that I can get a better view. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she insists.
My eyes narrow and hatred boils inside me. "It was Mark, wasn't it? What did he do?"
She sighs. "I hid a letter opener up under my dress. He knew, and he, he made me cut myself."
My lips snarl. "That son of a bitch."
"Rex..."
I grab the steering wheel and floor the pedal. The limo races along the highway, the engine revving like my rage. "I'm gonna kill him, Lila. I don't care what you say. That man is going to die for hurting you."
She watches me. "You're not going to kill anyone. Rex? Rex, look at me. Rex!"
I look at her. "Lila, knowing that he hurt you kills me. Do you get that?" I notice her eyes stealing glances at my erection that's still standing thick and proud out of my jeans. "Damn it, Lila. I'm being serious."
"There is nothing we can do about that now, Rex," she says in a loud tone. I quiet down and she lowers her voice. "You have me now, and I have you. And right now, after everything that's happened, that's all I want to think about. That's all I care about. We have each other." She leans close to me. She kisses my neck. "We have each other," she whispers. She kisses me again. Then she licks me with the tip of her tongue.
She's not playful this time. She's not cheeky about giving me head while I'm driving. It's pure seduction, a need from within her, a need for me matched only by my need for her. I put my hand on her leg and pull. She breathes on my ear and neck. I turn my face to her, eyes staying open on the road, and I kiss her as hard as I can. I let her slip her tongue onto mine and control it. She touches the side of my face, caresses the scruff of my beard, and she runs her fingers over my chest that flexes in a hot anticipation of where her hand will go next.
I throb harder for her now. And she can feel it as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. She strokes me, making me drip, making me ache under her beautiful control. My hand slips in between her legs. My fingers brush against the lace of her panties. She's hot. She's getting them wet, and I lick my lips because I long for the taste of it. I slip my finger under her panties and feel her slit. She whimpers as she bites on the end of my ear.
My hand grips the wheel tight. I bite my lip and do my best to focus on the road, but it's hard when Lila's lips feel this good. She strokes me, and I slip one finger inside her. I'm throbbing, aching. If I don't get inside her I'm gonna tear this steering wheel off.
I turn my face to hers. I kiss her and whisper, "Get on top of me."
She grabs my face. She massages my tongue with hers, the heat of her breath landing on my lips.
"Ride me," I groan. I twitch and pulse for her. "Fuck me." I pull at her. I grab her leg. She spreads her legs over my lap. I pull aside the lace of her panties, and I slide into her. "Fuck," I moan loud.
She kisses my neck. I try to focus on the highway. She bucks her hips on top of me, riding me, making me throb and ache and beg for
release inside of her.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck. She whimpers, louder and louder. Her sex squeezes mine. My hand pushes up her dress and grabs her buttocks.
The limo swerves left and right, straddling the highway lines, swaying back and forth and jerking whenever she makes my shaft pulse harder and closer to finish.
The road starts to blur. The tail lights and headlights and dark night blend together and my head spins. This is what Lila does to me. She leaves me powerless. Powerless to her. She rocks my world as she rocks her hips, licking and kissing my neck and ear. I turn my face to hers because I have to taste her. I buck up into her because I have to be as deep inside her as I possibly can. We pant. We claw at one another. We fuck and cry out, and she drips over my sex as she tightens into orgasm. "Rex!" She screams as she digs her nails into the back of my hair. I can't hold back when she squeezes me this tight, when her kiss is this hot, when the sounds she makes and the feeling of her pouring over me ignites my fire like this. I squeeze her and buck up into her, deep, and I throb into an explosive finish that makes every muscle in my body tremble. I pant. I sweat. I hold onto Lila tight, barely able to focus on the road and keep us from crashing.
We're going almost 100 miles an hour, so I ease up on the pedal.
Lila gets off my lap. I kiss her before she can get back into the passenger seat. She adjusts her dress and collapses into the seat. "Hot damn," she sighs in relief. She lays against the door while her legs stretch across and into my lap.
I put everything back in my jeans and zip up. She watches me, biting her lip and smiling. I can't wipe this proud grin off my face. I feel like a teenager again, having sex in wild and secret places with the girl of my dreams. She's right next to me, and I'm never letting go.
***
I drive along the highway until we are out of the city. I keep driving, keep heading north. Lila sleeps in the passenger seat. I look at her. She's peaceful, she's beautiful and she's exhausted. My own eyes have trouble staying open. But I bite my tongue to feel some pain and I keep going.
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