“Okay.” I swallowed hard as nervous jitters numbed my insides.
"Alright. I think that's it then." He squeezed my hands and kissed my cheek so softly that I let out a soft sigh. The touch of his lips on my skin lingered with an erotic sizzle.
He walked to the door and somberly glanced over his shoulder, a momentary hesitation wilting in his eyes.
“Wait,” I called out. Maybe it wasn’t too late to convince him to take me along for the ride. “Why can’t we be on the run together? That way we don’t have to leave each other…” I trailed off. My question was weak and diluted with doubt. My heart was already pining after him. I didn’t care about the darkness of his past. I needed him. He breathed new life into me.
He stepped back away from the foyer and wrapped his arms around me. “You mean like Bonnie and Clyde?”
I chuckled, softly. “Yes, like that. But that wasn’t just a movie…”
While stroking gently at my chin, he said, “This is my score to settle. I’ll do my best to return to you as quickly as possible.”
He kissed me again with a passion that ignited every part of my body. Then, he hastily breezed outside, sealing me inside the cabin like a tomb before I had a chance to argue or protest any further.
Chapter Seventeen
Khloe
I couldn’t explain it. There was some kind of desperate, magnetic force pulling me towards the front door. My throat was dry, and it was hard to swallow. It was as if my brain wanted me to scream, but no sound would come out.
My feet were heavy, like lead balloons. For a moment or two, I was frozen, rooted to the floor as if my feet had been implanted there or nailed down. Then, a compelling force jolted me back to reality. My legs began moving in a beeline towards the front door.
“Ace!” I exclaimed, my voice a raspy croak at first, but once the numb sensation departed, I was able to shout more fervently.
Ace was almost to the edge of the driveway. It looked like he was just about to turn the corner and disappear through the trees. As soon as he heard my voice, he spun around with a dread-filled expression glazed in his eyes. His eyes immediately darted around the area, combing with paranoia.
He ran to me and dropped his bag to the ground.
"What happened?" The color had drained from his face. I could see the muscles in his arms flexing and tensing. "What's wrong?"
“Don’t leave,” I panted. I shook my head because words wouldn’t seal my point. “Just…stay,” I breathed.
Ace's brow furrowed with suspicion and concern. He edged closer to me, the pebbles on the driveway crunching under his boots.
“Khloe…” He whispered as a regret.
“No.” I was adamant. I wouldn’t hear his proposals, instructions, or excuses. I was finished with being the victim or the girl who couldn’t make her own decisions. “We don’t have to go anywhere for the rest of our lives. We can just stay right here.”
His upper lip twitched. “I…”
I sighed, trying to figure out the best way to explain the feelings of my heart to him without exposing my private emotions in too much detail.
“Just…don’t go.”
His lips curled into a sliver of a smile. “Are you saying you’re going to miss me? Is that what this is about?”
“Maybe…”
But it was more than that. So much more that I couldn’t find the words to explain to him.
It was just a black and white situation. There was no gray area. I owed him a debt, plain and simple. I prided myself my entire life about being true to my word, and I wasn’t about to stop that now.
Even if he left after the obligation had been fulfilled and he never came back, I would still feel the relief of knowing I'd upheld my end of the bargain. He could walk out the door and never look back, but I was intent on sealing this deal. Not just for him, but for me. I knew Ace was trying to protect me, but I didn't need his help. I was a big girl. I was smart. I had started over before, and I could do it again. What I wanted was his love and his companionship.
There was also the fact that every time I looked into his steamy eyes, he suddenly became irresistible to me. I was usually shy and protective when it came to men, but something was different about Ace. He was mysterious, dark and handsome. He was the perfect macho cliché, but so much more than that to my pounding heart.
I didn't even care about the fact that he was a bad boy with a dangerous reputation, but he also had a good heart. If anything, that gave me even more of a sizzle between my legs and turned me on in an exceptional way. I was used to those types of men in my life over the years and growing up, but Ace was different. He was kind underneath his tough exterior. I knew he genuinely cared about me.
“We just got here,” I stated, a ring of desperate hope cracking in my voice.
Ace took a few strides towards me, cautiously treading the water as he kept his eyes narrowed in on mine. If he refused to look away, then neither would I. The scent of his cologne wafted through my nostrils and sent me on a wild ride of desire.
My heart raced in my chest. There was so much I wanted to know about him. I craved his wild spirit and his rambunctious nature. He was a beautiful soul, and I knew I could help unearth the softer side of him.
If I could only get him to stop being afraid to open up…
“Remember what we agreed on?” I asked, tracing my fingers up his tattooed arm.
He stared at me as if he wanted to pour his heart out to me and ravage me at the same time, but he didn’t know where to start.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he stammered, looking away.
I would help him. It was my ultimate goal.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, placing my hand delicately on his chest. “I don’t want you to hold back anymore.”
His energy was electric. His fingertips on my skin were like lightning volts. The kind of lightning that you only saw in the summer, when there was a storm brewing on the horizon and you could already smell the rain before it wets the grass.
I loved that kind of beautiful storm, seeing the world light up in a showering of magnificent pinks and fresh hot whites. That’s the way it felt when his hands were on me. I was desperate for him to take me, whether it was part of the deal or not. My primal, physical needs were burning and overtaking everything else.
His hands were on my breasts, cupping them gently. I moaned softly in approval, grinning as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He buried his face into my own, sending chills of pleasure grazing my skin.
We were only inches away from the truck. He picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pushed my back against it to hold me there. His mouth on my skin made me erotically charged. Each tantalizing kiss was his way of privately and physically showing me that he was ready to accept me for what he'd wanted all these years.
The frantic urgency for which he lifted my shirt over my head made my breath catch in my throat. He did the same, removing his shirt and revealing his perfect body. I was on the back of his truck, on display, in nothing but my underwear. I didn't care. I wanted him so much. I didn’t care if he took me in the middle of the tree-lined front yard. We were alone. We were so far tucked away in the woods that I could moan and scream with sexual bliss, and no one would ever hear me.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” He purred into my ear.
“I don’t want to wait anymore.”
His cock was stretching the fabric of his jeans. Based on the shape, it appeared to be long and thick. I couldn’t wait to see how he’d bury that inside of me and bring about the one outcome that would help release the explosive sexual tension between us.
His breath was icy and hot against my cheek. I fumbled with his belt buckle and slid my hand down into his jeans. I found him right away and curled my fingers right around him.
He moaned as I slid my fingertip across the wet tip. I licked my lips and felt my pussy tighten with urgent need.
“This is the first dick you’ve tou
ched like that?” he asked. His eyes were hungry as he stared right through me like a ravenous gorgeous man who couldn’t wait to have his way with me.
I nodded. “You’re so big.”
“Well, it’s all yours from this day forward. But first, I’d like to lick that sweet pussy of yours. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Like you did in the hotel. Your tongue felt so good.”
“Yes, like that.” He grabbed one of my ankles and lifted it onto his shoulder and then reached out and slid my panties to the side. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. You’re already wet for me.”
He dipped one and then the other finger inside of me, stretching me with his thick fingers. Then he lifted them to his lips and licked. Surprising myself, I leaned forward and kissed his fingers, tasting myself. Our tongues touched as we licked, and before long, we were kissing each other again.
Cupping my ass with his hands, he pulled me to the edge of his truck and then bent over so that his mouth was centered over my pussy.
“Spread your pussy, Khloe,” he rasped.
I reached down, pulling my lips apart with my fingers. His breathing was hot and heavy against my sensitive flesh.
“Show me where you want me to lick. Touch yourself.”
Following his command, I slid two fingers down and buried them deep in my pussy. He pushed my fingers out of the way with his face and thrust his tongue straight into my sex.
“Oh!” I moaned as his tongue fucked me like a cock entering a pussy. I leaned back on my elbow and relaxed as his tongue slid up and down my slit. My juices were dripping from me onto the truck, but he still hadn't touched me where it mattered the most.
“Like that?” he asked, pulling the fabric of my panties back more to suck on my pussy. “Your pussy tastes like candy.”
“Please.” I lifted my hips, seeking his tongue to move to the right place.
“Where else do you want my tongue?”
I pointed to my clit, rubbing it. “Here.”
He kissed my clit and I cried out. My hips jumped as he flicked his tongue across my clit. His mouth is everywhere, eating me out like I was a dessert.
"You were just waiting for me to eat this juicy little cunt again, weren't you?" He stroked my flesh relentless, taking his tongue lower to tease my forbidden region.
I rocked my sex against his mouth. I couldn’t help myself. I needed his touch. I wanted him to keep going. He extended his tongue and then looked up at me as I used it to take me over the edge.
“Oh, God…so good,” I screamed. “I’m gonna come.”
I could feel the vibrations from his moans against my clit, my pussy lips, and my ass.
I grabbed his head, holding his lips to my clit and let go. I shuddered, as I rode his face straight through my orgasm. In the aftermath, he licked up every last drop like he was enjoying an ice cream on a hot day.
Ace lifted me off the truck and carried me across the yard and up the porch. My legs are wrapped around his waist and my wet sex molded right against his rigid cock. I gyrated my hips, pleased at how his cock felt both hard and silky rubbing on my pussy.
“Damn, woman,” he rasped. “My fucking dick is rock hard for you.”
“I need you. I’m ready for you.”
We didn’t even make it inside the house. He pressed my back against the side of the cabin and kissed my exposed skin and breasts. He expertly licked my nipples into hard peaks, sucking them between his lips and then rolling his tongue around the most sensitive parts.
Ace stumbled into the home and slammed the door closed with one arm. I was surprised at how strong he was, holding me close to him as he navigated the foyer to find another wall to push me up into. This time, he kept his palm affixed to the wall while kicking off his boots and shoving his pants down.
“I want to hear you scream, Khloe, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, stepping out of his pants as I held tightly to him.
“I wanna scream for you,” I told him. “But you have to make me.”
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he groaned.
My panties must have been in his way because he grabbed them and tore them away from me with his bare hands. With my back still flat against the wall, my legs spread-eagled, and my heels digging into his ass, he pushed the tip into my entrance.
I choked on my next breath, but my body already knew what to do. My sex clenched around the head of his deck, coaxing him inside. My pussy was dripping wet and I was more than ready to take him.
He kissed my lips and then grabbed my hips. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and stare into his determined gaze.
“You were meant for me, Khloe. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew I’d make you mine. You knew why I’d been coming to see you, didn’t you?”
"Yes…yes, I did."
He pushed another inch or two into me. I bit my lips to hold a shriek of pain inside.
“No, Khloe. Let me hear you. I need to hear you.”
“Then take me. I want you to make me come again. I love how it feels when you make me come.”
When his fingers begin to tighten around my ass, I know what’s about to come next. He drove into me long and hard, impaling me to the wall with violent force. I threw my head back and screamed, as the pain burned me.
“Khloe…you okay?” His mouth and lips descended onto my skin, kissing some of the pain away.
“Uh-huh.” I nod.
“You sure?” He pulled back a bit.
“Stay inside,” I said. “God, you’re big.”
He started plunging in and out, coating himself with my slickness.
The pain subsided and just as I thought his cock couldn't go any deeper, he proved me wrong by delivering long, soul-searing strokes over and over again.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my throat.
I arched into him, taking each plunge. His drives pushed me closer and closer to the edge. One minute we were against the wall and in the next, we were on the couch. Holding one of my legs across his shoulder, he drove into me with rhythmic abandon. My body shuddered as I felt my orgasm building inside of me.
“Let go,” he commanded.
He already knew I was going to come. There was no way to hide it. My pussy grasped his cock and milked it like I hadn’t had a release in my entire lifetime. Not like this. It had never been like this.
And as he commanded, I let go. My climax was hot, blinding, and gratifying. He watched me with awe, and then I felt his balls tightening against my sex. Something hot and creamy exploded inside of me. He slowed his pace as the last of his cum pumped from his cock into my womb.
Skin to skin, we remained on the couch in each other's arms. I couldn’t resist myself, and I slid my arm up to run my fingers over his head. Since he got rid of his hair for the time being, I'm content with stroking his flesh. He sighed and I felt his body relax against mine.
“Is that how you wanted it?” I asked.
“Oh, yes…this exceeded what I thought our first time would be like.”
“That’s good.” I kissed his lips and then molded my body to his. “I want you to sleep now. Don’t worry about anything. Just rest here with me. Okay?”
I watched as he fought fatigue and then I watched as he let fatigue take him into a deep slumber. Only then did I wrap my thighs around him possessively, lay my head against his chest, and join him. I had just gotten him back. I wasn’t going to let him go that easily.
Chapter Eighteen
Ace
“I should kill you.” I stood in Anwell’s kitchen, with my hand on the weapon tucked between my belt and waistband.
Old man Anwell looks at me with fright in his eyes, but I’ve seen that look before. It doesn’t faze me.
"Please. Don't do this. I know you're not like those other guys. I just…" He wept. He brought his hands up to his face and cried. "I just wanted justice for my daughter."
I swallowed and frowned. “When you make a d
eal with someone, you’re supposed to make good on it.”
“I want to.”
"But something tells me you weren't going to have my damn money in the first place,” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down. My anger only fueled me, and my hand tightened on my weapon.
“I don’t have it right now, but I promise, I’ll get it. Can I do an installment plan?”
I cursed, yanked my pistol from my belt and knocked a beer bottle off the table.
Old man Anwell wailed. He'd gotten himself in this predicament before, and I should have known better than to accept a contract with him given his shady reputation for paying his debts.
“Please…”
“You’ve got three months to get my fucking money. I don’t care how you get my fucking money. You’re going to get my money, do you fucking hear?” I demand.
He nodded.
"The thing is done. I went in there, and I did it, and I even brought you evidence. This isn't a game, Anwell. If you keep fucking up like this and fuck with the right man, you're going to lose your life," I told him, waving my gun to illustrate my seriousness.
I heard something in the house. A sound. Like someone was dragging something across the floor.
I stiffened. “Who else is here?"
“M-my granddaughter,” he stuttered.
“And who else?” I spat.
“That’s it.”
“If I find out you’re lying…” I backed up, turning an ear to the source of the noise. If this old bag was lying and someone else was in here listening to every word, this would be bad. I had just admitted out loud and in a round about way to killing a man.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I ordered. “Until then, you sit here and find out how you’re going to get my fucking money.”
Old man Anwell clasped his hands together and nodded. “Trust me. I’ll get it.”
Yeah right. I rolled my eyes and rushed down the hallway.
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