by Maelani
Hayley watched him shift around in his seat then noticed the tightening in the crotch of his pants. Holy shit, he’s getting hard…. This kidnapping mother fucker was fantasizing about her! She almost chuckled out loud at the absurdity of it. He had shut her down hard last night. I wanted something hard, but his rejection wasn’t it. As she watched the tiny grin tugging at the corners of his sensuous mouth, she couldn’t help but smile faintly as well. She knew they shared something deep, she just knew it, but the memories still evaded her. Then they turned off the main strip, jolting her out of her thoughts.
She watched intently as they made several turns that led to a desert road. She memorized those turns, locked them into her vault, which right now, had plenty of room. She saw the cabins coming up in the distance and formulated a plan. No, not a plan. An idea. A request to her mind to get an action plan going. He wanted her, that was true enough. His hard-on told her that much right now. She could not overpower him with her muscles, nor with her will, but maybe with her assets. My brain and some good fuckin’ pussy, she thought. Yeah. Just maybe she could get the upper hand.
Jesus, do I really talk like that? She crossed her arms, feeling dirty and somewhat unclean at her perverse thoughts.
She did not know what his plan was. She didn’t know what fate awaited her, and even though she really wished she and this man were in it together and that he would somehow be there for her after all was said and done, well, she wasn’t about to take any chances. Plus, she didn’t trust him one bit. He wouldn’t fuck her, so what else would he not do for her? She still wanted to get laid. The ache throbbing between her legs told her that much. Even if Jay wasn’t good for much else, that much she wanted from him.
They pulled up to a small cabin, which, for all it was lacking, actually held a bit of charm. As the dusty sand puffed out into the night air, Hayley prepared herself for whatever this night would bring. She had to be ready.
Neither she nor Jay could have seen the tiny wink of a reflection on glass nearly a mile away.
***
In the distance, a man who’d been waiting for hours finally shifted the focus ring on his two-thousand-dollar telescope. He’d left the scope focused on top of the tripod, pointing at the two as they exited the vehicle. The man, Jay, scanned the horizon as he moved, but he didn’t see him. The man reached down and touched his throat radio mic. The radio signaled to a transceiver over five miles away, where it would then bounce through a scrambler and then zoom back into the heart of Las Vegas to deter any tracking.
“They’re here.”
Static crackled in his earpiece as he waited for a response.
“You’re certain of this?”
He ground his teeth briefly, knowing it could be heard in the mic.
“Absolutely certain. It’s them. He has the woman. Just like I told you he would.”
“This is disappointing.”
“I told you he wouldn’t do what you asked. He wouldn’t just return her.”
Silence. Crackling, screaming silence.
Fuck! the man thought.
“Do not engage. Continue surveillance and let me know of any changes. I’ll be sending a team.”
“ETA?”
Crackle, crackle.
A small cough. He hated waiting on the sidelines.
“I’ll get the team ready. They’ll need to be outfitted first but can be ready in sixty minutes, maybe ninety.”
The man groaned at his employer’s lack of military precision. “Are you certain?”
Wait for it, wait for it.
“Yes. Don’t question me, soldier! She isn’t going anywhere if she came this far. Standby for now.”
The man nodded, frowning as he went back to his scope. The fireworks would be coming soon. He wished he could see what kind of fireworks might be happening inside that blasted cabin. This was Madame H. of all people, of course. She was there, and when she was involved, it always included a hot throbbing between his legs. He’d been watching her for years on and off, and she played a major part of all his innermost fantasies.
One day, he thought. One fucking glorious day, he’d give it all to her. Hard.
Chapter Eleven
The cabin’s interior was familiar, but Hayley couldn’t pinpoint why. She’d been here before; she was betting on it. Dozens of times. Had it been with Jay? How many lovers had she shared her bed with and spread her limbs dripping of sex? How many? There was never just taking when it came to such intimate things. It was always give more than take. Shell out the pieces of oneself with every encounter, every caress, every kiss, lick and thrust. It took something from each participant, leaving behind bits and pieces of one another whether they wanted to or not. She’d lived many nights and was betting she’d rarely spent any of them alone, without the comfort of a man.
It was a soothing yet frigid thought.
“Another night in the same bed?” she scoffed. “Is it that impossible to get two beds? Why don’t I just take the floor?”
Jay snatched her arm before she could take another step into the room. She gasped, pulling back and yanking as hard as she could while kicking his legs, but he refused to let go.
“You’re sleeping with me tonight. I don’t care if you lie there or fuck me. I let you out of my sight, I’m dead, and you’re dead. So get over yourself.” He promptly let her go and sent her flying onto the bed.
Her slender body bounced off the mattress, leaving her settled on her back. Lying there, she eyed him with a tenacious anger, hunger and contempt, filling Jay up with a longing he’d never known.
There it was again, that damn fire she sets inside him with nothing but one look. There were so many pieces of her missing, but that look—it was there just for him. Remembering how hungry it made him to reach out, rip her clothes right off until her tits hung out for him to pull into his mouth and suck until the tips were red and raw, he licked his lips.
She liked it rough. She always had. He could see she still did.
He wanted to give it to her right then. Show her everything she made him feel and remind her just how much she wanted him. There was no giving up what they had. Even through the pain they’d caused each other, the multiple lovers, the deceit… it had him thinking twice about why this had all happened and how much they needed one another.
But….
He couldn’t take her back now. They’d kill them both. Wouldn’t they?
He shoved the thought from his mind. She was waiting for him, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. Her legs spread apart slightly, driving him forward to do exactly as he’d dreamed of doing since finding her again.
“Hayley, you know where this ends, don’t you?”
Her wicked smile played on the edges of her lips. They belonged to the same warm, wet pink mouth he’d seen wrapped around his cock so many times. It responded to the reminder, pulsating to break free from his pants.
I need her. Badly. More than she’ll ever know.
“It will end in the only place I want it to end,” she answered. He liked her feistiness, the way her eyes shined with a depth he could never fathom. Her soul held secrets he was sure to pay for, but right now, there was only one payment he demanded.
Give and take. That was the simple contract of this moment.
Jay reached out, sliding his hands up her smooth thighs, relishing the gooseflesh that flared from his touch beneath her jeans. He knew they were there. There was no doubt about it. Her eyes never left his, igniting with a pinch of fear which drove him to go further and grab her pants, tugging them down to her ankles where her shoes got in the way. He pulled them off too and spread her legs, giving him a full view of her pretty bits. Cupping her ass with hands, he lifted her closer and kneeled to the ground.
She gasped, anticipating what was to come. Her tension eased as his tongue slipped out and into her awaiting wetness. Each lick made her twitch at first, heightening her awareness and causing her to relax with each movement as he thrust his tongue inside and let
her feel the pleasures she couldn't remember.
Her moans increased as her legs spread even wider, giving him full access. Give and take. It was a chant in his head while he tasted the sweet juices from her orgasms and spread her wetness all over, readying her so his hardened cock could take her over and over.
And she was ready—more than ready—for Jay to give it to her. He unzipped his jeans and yanked his boots off with one swift motion. She crawled back on the bed, her eyes no longer slightly fearful but now vibrant with curiosity and desire. No, it was only a ravenous appetite to get what he was going to give her. She wanted it, and she undressed, tossing the rest of her clothes to the side and waiting as she watched him.
Her hands subconsciously moved to her hardened nipples, pinching and rubbing as they went along, all on their own, remembering all the things they could do to her own skin without her head involved. It was glorious and sent her over the edge without trying too hard.
It was something to see a person realize that the true power came from within.
He loved it when she touched herself. He had watched her do it often enough, for she loved to tease. He knew better than anyone she didn’t need any man to give her pleasure. She had given it to herself just the way she wanted it more times than he cared to admit. Even the women who’d shared her bed were nothing but playthings. Only Hayley knew exactly what Hayley needed, and it left all her lovers striving to be more to her, do more, give more. That was until she used them all up and discarded them for the next ones. It was her way. A succubus in the flesh, able to convince them all to bed her, give her pleasure and be left emptier than ever before.
But they were different. He knew it. He would give, and he would take. That was the deal. It always was.
As he took the loveliness of her body, aching for him, aroused and awaiting, he knew things would be different from now on. Maybe it was time she became only his. He was the only one still here, after so long. He deserved to be the one who got it all from her. Maybe this time around, he could convince her to do it. To make her his and only his.
But there were still so many obstacles between them, it’d be an almost impossible feat.
He approached the bed and slid between her awaiting thighs, promising himself he would get all he wanted from her once and for all, forever. And she would give it all back no matter what.
Even her stone-cold heart. Every last bit of it.
“I want it. Now,” Hayley breathed as Jay approached.
She was still hot from the climax that had just rocked through her, causing her to grind into his wet mouth, pressing herself hard against him. Now he stalked over to her, all muscle and hard cock. She realized she wanted him with everything she was, and she wanted every inch of him inside her. So when he brushed the mouth of her sex with his own, teasing her lightly, she bucked forward, taking in the length of him within her.
She let out a whimper of pleasure as he filled her completely. Warm fingers of pleasure shot out all around him, drilling into him into his very core. She was so wet she was dripping all around him, but she didn’t seem to care. She held him still inside her, deep, so deep. Then she slowly began to rock her pelvis up and down, carefully, slowly… and then… she screamed out as a mammoth orgasm flooded her body. Her head flattened back against the bed, and she whimpered. He was so deep, so hard inside her, ready for more when he took ahold of her legs roughly, spreading them wide, and slammed into her hard.
“Oh, fuck, oh, god!” she cried, as if she was feeling this magnificent fuck for the very first time. She put her hands over her head, grasping the headboard to brace herself while Jay continued fucking her. He picked up the pace, bending her legs over and pounding hard inside her, each thrust bringing her closer and closer until she screamed again, and fresh pleasure rushed around his beating cock.
It was so hot and blissful inside her. She bucked into his thrusting, losing all sense of herself. A throaty growl emitted from her mouth, and she clawed at his chest, scratching the skin, and digging her nails into it.
He loved the pain. It was sweet torture during sex, and only made him harder.
“Dammit,” he cried, moaning as his climax approached. He pumped furiously into her until he cried out, “Yes! Fucking yes, Hayley!”
His body shuddered and slammed against her one last time. A hot, bursting sensation deep inside her made her breathe out as it filled her, pulsating and full of heat.
Jay collapsed on top of her, breathing harsh, ragged breaths. “Oh my god, Hayley. I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He pulled her closer, face to face.
Even though they had just shared the most intimate of all things, she was surprised and touched by this tender admission. She wanted to tell him she missed him too. She wanted to tell him things that would equal his passion, but really, she just didn’t remember.
So instead she cradled his head against her naked breasts, feeling his heart beating in a flurry within him, relishing the closeness. She liked this. This was something worth remembering.
Chapter Twelve
“Just stand there so I can look at you,” Hayley said breathlessly.
She was flat on her back, staring up at his muscled form. He was illuminated by the clear moonlight streaming in from the window on the opposite wall.
My god, he’s like a god.
All thoughts of escape seemed to drift away as she took in his gorgeous body. He smiled, and it was in that smile where she saw years of history and something far deeper than lust. It was love. This man loved her. A shiver went through her at the thought. It was disturbingly personal… and intense.
He stretched his back, and she watched those perfect abs twist and ripple. All hard muscle covered in ink. From atop his delicious pecs and over his shoulders wound intricate tattoo work. From a distance it looked like tribal work, but here in the cool blue light of the moon she saw it was much more detailed than that. Every swooping stroke, every spiral, and indeed, every sharp edge was filled with an intricate web of lines and symbols. It was breathtaking to behold. A masterpiece of artwork over a truly perfect canvas.
She wondered if any of it meant anything more than just art.
The sight of him there, all muscles and tattoos and smelling of sex, was overwhelming, and without knowing why, she felt a tear come to her eye and pressure in her sinuses. What is this? She was completely vulnerable without her memories. It wasn’t pleasant, and she needed to know the reasons why she felt that way.
“Jay, I—”
She never got to finish the thought. From the window behind her she heard a tiny tink of glass breaking. Right before one of Jay’s cheeks erupted in a bright gash of blood.
“Fuck!”
“Jay!” she squealed, as he cried out in pain.
“On the floor!” he roared at her, dropping down to the old wood planks. His face was gushing blood all over the place, but he ignored it.
“Oh shit, oh shit! What do I do?” She pressed to the floor as they were showered in glass and debris. Bullets whizzed overhead, slamming into the back wall and spraying drywall all over them.
“Calm the fuck down!” he yelled, then reconsidered when he caught her widening eyes. “I have to get my gun from my bag in the closet over there.” He motioned, tilting his head in the direction behind him. The closet too was bathed in the same moonlight that had betrayed his position.
“But… they’ll see you!” she cried, afraid to move.
“It’ll be fine!” he hissed. “I’m bleeding too much though; we won’t be able to hide with me leaking all over the damn place. I need you to army crawl into the bathroom. There’s a big metal first aid box under the sink. Drag it in here.”
She nodded nervously.
“Go, now, and for god’s sake, stay low to the ground.”
“Ok, ok,” she said, starting to hyperventilate.
“Hey,” Jay whispered, touching her shoulder. It was painful to look at him, with his cheek torn open and blood pooling beneath him, but she locked
eyes with him, and in his gaze he held her, took her in his strong arms and squeezed her tightly. “I’m going to take care of you. It’s just a scratch.”
Hayley nodded, and for whatever reason, she knew he would. Something told her that this man, rock-hard sex god and trained killer, would die to keep her safe. With the comfort of his words in her ears, she set off at a slow crawl. The old wood floor scraped against her breasts, and twice she felt slivers stabbing their way into her knees. She swallowed down the pain and crawled, inch by careful inch. Now she was hearing sounds outside, sounds other than the desert night. She heard low murmurs in a language she didn’t understand and the sound of bodies moving just outside the cabin. Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit!
Just stay low and focus on what you’re supposed to do. She finally reached the bathroom—thank god the door was open—and pulled open the under-sink cabinet. Sure enough, there was a big white metal first aid kit. She dragged it out, trying and failing not to let the metal clang on the wood floor. She was backing out of the bathroom when someone grabbed her leg.
“Ahh!” she started to shriek, but stopped when Jay hushed her.
“It’s just me,” he said, sliding up into the doorframe by her. There was a bathroom window, but it was made of opaque blocks of thick glass. Jay propped himself up a little. “Okay, I need you to dress this wound as best as you can.”
“But I can’t see shit, Jay.” The moonlight that filtered through the tiny window was insufficient for the task.
“Well, you’re just going to have to. Grab a big non-stick dressing and a roll of tape.”
She did as he said, tearing open the big bandage.
“All right, stick it right on my face, over the wound, and hold it there.”
She did, wincing as he grimaced in pain when she applied pressure to the large, fresh laceration. The bandage immediately starting absorbing blood, but it did slow it down. Facial wounds bled so much, even if it was just a small slice. How did she know this? She wasn’t a doctor or nurse. Something told her she knew a lot more about wounds and injuries than she cared to recall.
