by Nicole Fox
Driver moaned and Passenger gasped for wind as he fell forward onto his hands and began to puke. “You pieces of shit,” Ford growled as he stood over them, his hands balled into tight fists. “Tell Daddy Williams Micah's off-limits to him. Got it?”
Passenger, the only one who was fully conscious, nodded and puked again.
“I see you again,” Ford said, before slowly turning away and coming back around to the driver side, “I'll fucking kill you.”
“Ford?” I asked, shaken back to my senses by the amazingly fast display of brutal violence that had taken less than thirty seconds. Still, though, I couldn't shake this feeling of excitement at having seen him in action. It was almost breathtaking, the way he'd defended me. I'd never had that happen before! And, oh my God, was it hot!
He didn't say anything at first.
“Ford?”
Ford stopped and looked at me over the Pontiac's roof. “Yeah?” he growled, his jaw still clenched tight, his muscles still tense.
The first time I'd seen him, he'd been ready to take on a whole crowded bar to prove his point. Now, he'd just beaten the crap out of two guys in the parking lot of John's Diner, and hadn't even batted an eye over it. As I looked into those wild eyes, I realized what kind of temper this man had. What if I went into the Mansion with him and something else set him off? What if he just ended up getting dragged down by security, or made things even worse for me and Kessa?
That look, it frightened me a little, even as it made me a little hotter. “Nothing,” I said. “Never mind.”
We got in the car, Ford fired it up, and we headed back to the motel.
Chapter Ten
Ford
The old Pontiac tore off down the highway, its engine struggling under the pressure. I wasn't too worried about being followed, but I still wanted to be clear from there in case they'd had friends around. Those guys, though, they weren't going to be getting up anytime soon. Hopefully they'd think twice about talking that way about a woman again. Especially one I was fucking.
Originally, though, I was going to take it real easy on them. After all, I still wanted my finder's fee when I delivered her later tonight.
Then they opened their fucking mouths and started talking about rape. That shit flipped me around real quick. No way was I handing her over to Daddy Williams, the fucking asshole. No way was any woman I knew going in for that despicable shit. I'd be no party to it. Not willingly.
I could've killed them. I wanted to, for what they said about Micah, about what they promised they'd do. Scum like that didn't deserve to live.
But still, I didn't want to hurt them too badly. Putting them in the hospital, or worse, would have put a target on our back bigger than I could handle, and I knew it. But nonetheless, they deserved what they got. I had no qualms about dishing out a little inducement to respect, or enforce, a lady's honor when it came down to it.
So, I made myself pull back at the last moment, even though I wanted to stomp both their heads into mush, right there in the goddamn parking lot.
I turned and looked at Micah, catching her staring at me. Her eyes were full of lust, her adrenaline high as mine.
“Daddy really got that money?” I asked as we drew closer to the motel.
“What?” Micah replied. “Of course he does!”
I nodded, turning my attention fully to the road. “Good. I wanna take that motherfucker for every penny we can.”
“You have a plan?”
I nodded again. “Yep. First thing, you're my Trojan horse. We go in together before the big party tonight, me delivering you to Daddy Williams for a finder's fee. We go in early to make sure security is light, since most of the guys probably won't be there till the big clients are showing up. If the money's not high enough, no deal. But I got a feeling it will be. You're a real peach, and he'll hate to have lost out on the money you bring in.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Okay. I can see that. But how do we get both of us in and keep us together?”
“I tell him I want the finder's fee before I let you go, then when he takes me back to get the cash, we overpower him and we get the money, then make a break for Kessa and get her out, too.”
“Dang,” she said, grabbing my shoulder. “That might actually work.”
I nodded as the motel appeared ahead, up on our left. “Yep. It gets us inside, and it gets us access.”
“Think we can do it?” she asked.
I grinned as I pulled into the parking lot, the old Pontiac's back suspension bottoming out as we hit the little ramp. “I think it's the best plan we got, babe.”
As I pulled into a parking spot near my motel room, I glanced over at her. Her eyes were still fixated on me, having not wavered for a moment, and her teeth just barely biting into that lush, kissable lower lips of hers. “What?” I asked.
“You too tired?” she asked, sliding a little closer to me.
“Too tired for what?”
“This,” she replied, leaning in and kissing me hard.
She tasted like syrup and butter still, her lips sweet and a little sticky. I groaned, returning the kiss as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We made out there in the parking lot, like the newlyweds she'd conned that couple into believing we were, my hand sliding beneath her shirt, running across her soft skin. I pulled her across the bench seat, across my lap, holding her as I kissed her deeply.
Already the smell of her and the taste was getting me hard. If it weren't broad daylight, I'd have ripped her clothes off right there and shoved between her legs, giving her another taste of how much I was enjoying this.
But, unfortunately, it was daylight. Fortunately, my room was twenty feet away.
“Let's get upstairs,” I breathed, as I helped her get situated again. She and I got out of my old piece of shit and practically raced upstairs. As I put my key in the lock and worked to open the door, she ran a hand up the back of my shirt, her nails tracing over my skin, sending shivers up and down my spine.
We got in the door and began tearing each other's clothes off. She'd wanted me to bend her over and take her from behind.
And a lady always got what a lady wanted.
Chapter Eleven
Micah
We ran our hands over each other's naked forms, his rough and hard on my soft skin, mine scratching and scraping at his tanned body. His teeth bit into my shoulder; his fingers tweaked my nipples; and I ground myself against him, desperate to get off again.
Ever since the café, the feel of his hard manhood in my hand, and watching him beat up those guys in the parking lot, it was like a nervous energy had built up inside me, threatening to blow my top if I didn't somehow take care of it. But now, with my hand wrapped back around his shaft as it pressed into my hard belly, I knew precisely how I wanted to scratch my little itch.
He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, forcing me down onto the little table we'd sat at the night before. His hands were so hard, so insistent, but I didn't care. My arms were splayed out, grasping for support he grabbed my hips tightly and drew me back into him.
I didn't want him to play with me; I didn't need to him go down on me. Nothing like that. I just wanted him to fuck me hard. I wiggled my ass in the air, trying to entice him to just stick it in me. “Come on, babe,” I purred as I reached below me and spread my lips for him. “I'm ready for you.”
He chuckled as he pressed the head of his cock against me. Then his chuckle turned into a groan as he began to slide in. “You're so ready,” he murmured. “Dripping wet.”
I squeezed my eyes tight and let out a low gasp, the feeling of myself stretching around him amazing as I pushed back onto his hard cock, letting it fill me.
Soon, we'd worked him all the way in, and he began to fuck me. My eyes lolled back and my lips parted, as I moaned loudly. “Fuck me, Ford,” I panted. “Fuck me hard. Show me what a woman should feel like.”
He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back onto each thrust, slamming his body into mine.
> I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, the way I shook. He pushed deep inside me, deeper than any man ever had. I knew that, with the way his strong hands were holding me, I couldn't move even if I wanted to. For now, though, there was no chance of that happening!
He let go of my hip with one hand, finding a pendulous breast instead. He grabbed me firmly, his fingers playing roughly with my nipple as he pulled me up till I was almost standing, my legs bumping into the table with each thrust from behind.
“Oh, Ford!” I called out as he bit my shoulder, as his hand dropped my breast and dipped down between my legs.
His fingers found my clit and began to slide wetly over it. He bit harder on me, sending a wave of pleasure pain through my body.
I moaned in pleasure, my whole body alight with it as he continued to fuck me from behind, his hard body slamming into mine, making my hips and ass shake with the force. I moved my body back into his with each thrust, wanting him to stay as deep in me as possible. Soon, I was cumming, his fingers between my legs, his cock buried inside me, causing my body to shiver and shake as I trembled around him. “Goddamn, you're amazing,” I groaned, one hand reaching behind me to flail at him, to scratch his back, to urge him on. “Harder. Make me really feel it.”
With another low, guttural growl, he forced me forward onto the table, his hand on my lower back, pinning me there. He slammed into me harder, each thrust nearly jarring my teeth together.
I screamed with each one, a keening sort of wail that scraped at the walls of the room, tearing at them with the sonic evidence of my enjoyment.
He slapped my ass then, hard.
I came hard again on his cock, astonishing even me, my eyes squeezed tight, my mouth wide open as I continued to scream in pain-pleasure.
He slapped it again, this time harder.
I pushed back harder onto him, loving the feel of my submission in this moment, the image of a bright red handprint on my alabaster ass filling my mind. And I loved it!
“Like that, slut?” he growled through clenched teeth, his cock shoving in and out of me like a jackhammer. “Like that, Micah? Me slapping your ass hard enough to leave bruises?”
“God, yes,” I moaned, my hips moving, my pussy grinding against him as he fucked me as hard as he could.
He slapped my ass again, this time on the other cheek.
I called out one more time, my whole body seeming to reject my mind, the pleasure from my orgasm so intense it seemed to push my consciousness up and out for a moment. My eyes rolled back; my body shook; and my pussy spasmed around him, as my whole body seemed to shut down from a stimulation overload.
“I'm coming,” I heard him growl, as if from a distance, then he was burying himself inside me as he exploded, filling me to the top.
The next thing I knew, he was pulling his cock from me, and all I had was a sudden feeling of emptiness as my legs wobbled and I almost fell. He caught me quickly, snatching me up into his arms.
“Holy shit,” he said, clearly astonished as he gathered me up and carried me to the bed. “Are you okay?”
I nodded weakly, my body already shaking again from another round of orgasmic quakes, little aftershocks running from my toes to my ears. I trembled as he lay me down on my side of the bed. “That was amazing,” I whispered. “Absolutely amazing.”
He kissed me lightly, as softly as a cloud. I closed my eyes and hummed, smiling and licking my lips when he pulled back.
“I've never had a man do that before,” I said. “I think I almost passed out for a second.”
He smiled, still bent over me with a concerned look on his face. “But you're sure you're okay?”
A euphoria had filled my body, something pure and white and comforting that had settled over my whole being. I nodded, reaching up and stroking his face. “That was so hot,” I whispered.
He laughed and shook his head, kissed me again. “I'm going to take a shower, okay?”
“Sounds good,” I replied, letting my eyes droop closed. “Wake me when you're done so I can get dressed, okay?”
“Sure,” he said, then kissed my forehead again. “Sure thing, babe.”
After that I must have dozed in and out, because I heard the shower running what felt like just seconds after his full, soft lips had brushed my skin.
A moment later, I heard his phone ringing where he'd dropped it on the nightstand. I rolled over, had a big, languid stretch, and, without thinking whether or not I should, grabbed his cell off the little side table and took a look at it. Joseph Tambor? I recognized that name. Daddy did business with him, I thought, paid him money.
He'd happened to come through the Mansion at the same time I was passing through on my way out to a date. I'd never seen Daddy back up from anyone before, or speak so politely to anyone before. At the time, it stood out because, well, I'd never seen the owner of the Mansion so scared of someone. I remember thinking that this man must be the Devil himself if Daddy was going to tuck tail like that.
And now, here he was, calling Ford.
On impulse, I answered the phone and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” I asked sweetly.
“You ain't pally,” Tambor said on the other line. “Where in the fuck's Ford? You his answering service or some shit, little girl?”
“I beg your pardon?” I replied, my voice carefully masking just how equally pissed and terrified I was.
“Look, is Ford around or not? This is his phone, right?”
“It is. He's in the shower, though.”
He sighed. “Well, you tell him to call me a-fucking-sap, okie doke, little girl? I want my fucking money, and I want it today, or Fat Ted and the rest are coming looking for him.”
“O-Okay,” I stumbled out.
“Good.” He hung up, slamming the phone down so loudly I pulled the ear back from my phone.
“Asshole,” I muttered into the phone, tossing it back onto the nightstand.
So, he owed Joseph Tambor money? And enough that he was coming after him if he didn't have it today? No wonder he was so keen on the idea of trying to rob Daddy Williams!
But, geez, what did that say about Ford? What kind of man was he if he could get wrapped up with this guy and owe him money?
I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom and the curtain pull back after Ford finished up.
There were things he wasn't telling me about his motivations and about who he really was.
I swallowed hard, trying to play it cool as he came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, little rivulets of water running down that broad chest I'd clung to so many times already.
“Almost set?” he asked, grinning.
And I was about to walk into Daddy's den with him.
Chapter Twelve
Ford
The whole ride out to the Mansion, Micah gave off a weird vibe. Before, she'd been practically cuddled up to my side on the bench seat. Now, she was pressed against the passenger’s side door, staring out the window like she was watching for thunderstorms on the horizon.
Maybe it was because we were headed back, and the time had come for us to put the plan into motion? Or had something else happened? I didn't know, but it was a little disconcerting.
“You okay?” I asked finally as we drew closer.
“Why wouldn't I be? I'm about to try and break my friend out of a brothel with some guy I hardly know, and just a stupid plan to go on. I'm doing great!”
“Woah!” I said, making a face. “Okay. Didn't expect that.”
“Well, you should have! This plan isn't going to work, or something bad's going to happen, and Kessa'll be stuck getting sold, or worse.”
“Look,” I said, my voice doing nothing to disguise how pissed I was. “The plan's not perfect. I admit that. No plan is. But you got a better one? Because that auction is tonight, and we don't have much time to get your friend out.”
“What's to keep you from just turning on me? Keeping the finder's fee you're going to demand and just leaving me there?”
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bsp; My mind shut down at the subtle accusation. I'd just met this woman, and I'd thought I was beginning to have feelings for her. I'd thought. That right there, though, was like getting stabbed with an icicle through the heart.
Of course, if she'd made her case just that morning, before I'd beat those two guys in the parking lot of John's Diner, she would have been completely right. But that was then, this was now. Things had changed ever since breakfast. I'd thought, somehow, that I could leave with her and Kessa, make a break for LA, and leave all this shit behind. Leave men like Tambor and Daddy Williams behind, put it all in my past.
