Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
In the wee hours of the morning, light from the rising sun streamed brightly into the room, hitting Cree in the face. Covering his eyes with his arm, he tried to go back to sleep, but his skin was tight and hot with Kennedy’s arms and legs wound around him.
Her leg rested over his cock, and her hand rested at his waist. If she dropped it a few inches, it would be game on.
The thought of her hand gripping his cock or her moist lips wrapping around the head had Cree more uncomfortable than he was moments before.
His cock was already trying to punch its way through his sweatpants.
Kennedy’s leg moved gently against him as she inched tighter, pressing ever closer.
Cree gently peeled Kennedy off him before he crossed the line.
Needing to put distance between them, he rolled out of the bed.
Picking up his watch, he saw it was seven a.m. Cracking his neck, he walked across the room. “I’ll just take a shower,” he mumbled.
Stepping into the shower, he intended to endure a cold shower and slack his lust for the woman in his bed.
Instead, he turned the water to hot. Letting it caress his skin, his hand went straight to his cock.
Gripping the base, his fist tightened as he pumped up and down at a slow, steady rhythm.
His mind was on Kennedy, wanting to have her naked and writhing under him.
Slamming his free hand against the shower wall, he spread his legs wider, pumping his fist harder up and down his shaft.
When the release burst through him hot and fast, Cree grunted into the silence.
Shooting his load against the shower wall, he continued pumping until he rung every drop from his cock.
Leaning his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower, his hand remained on his dick as he caught his breath.
“Cree?”
Fuck. “Yeah?” Trying to steady his voice, he listened for what she needed. Her voice sounded sleepy and a little rough. There was no way he would make it to Montreal without fucking her. She was too fucking tempting.
“Your phone keeps going off.”
“I’ll be out in a minute.” He heard the door close. Spraying down the shower wall, he cleaned his mess up then showered quickly. He didn’t bother with putting his sweatpants back on. Instead, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out the bathroom.
Crossing the room, Cree picked up his phone and saw he had five missed calls.
Watching as Kennedy picked up her bag and headed into the bathroom, Cree stared at her long, smooth legs and sighed.
Why she had to sleep in his shirt instead of the damn pajamas he’d bought her eluded him.
Hitting the call button, he returned the missed call. “Player.”
“What’s your ETA?”
“Hello to you too, asshole.”
“Sorry.”
Annoyed at being turned-on and not being able to do anything about it had Cree going off. “How about asking how your damn sister is holding up? Or what about asking if we’ve run into the men hunting her?” he snapped at Player.
He wasn’t used to having to ask those questions. He wasn’t used to being responsible for anyone but himself. “You’re right. Can you fill me in on what’s happening and how my little sister is?”
“Well, she’s far from being little. She’s a grown woman.”
Player heard the way Cree spoke about Kennedy, and he didn’t like it one bit. She was his little sister, and neither Cree nor any other man was good enough for her. “Keep your hands off her,” he said in a threatening manner, letting Cree know he was serious.
“Don’t worry about my fucking hands. Kennedy’s boss’s thugs were hot on our trail. I’m hoping we lost them back in Sioux Falls.”
“Where are you now?”
“A hundred miles outside of Red Lake Reservation. I decided we needed to be somewhere we would be protected. There’s a winter storm moving through the area. We’ll wait it out on the reservation.”
“Can I talk to my sister?”
“Sure, let me go get her out the shower.”
“Never mind.”
Cree chuckled, hearing the annoyance in Player’s voice. “She’s changing clothes. We just got up.” When Player remained silent, Cree told him the plan. “We’ll lay low until the storm blows over, then we’re crossing into Canada.”
“You think Kennedy can make that run? Coming across Ontario is a tough run in good weather. Winter’s settling in for the long haul out here.”
“Player, you should be proud. Your sister rode from Hill City to Wilton, Minnesota. She didn’t complain once.”
He was impressed. That was over seven hundred miles on the back of a bike, and most women would’ve been bitching after a few hours. “What are you running for a back seat?’
“A damn pussy pad.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nah, brother. I don’t have a princess bike. I’m running a Night Train chopper.”
“Damn, I’m impressed. Her ass must be killing her.”
Cree kept his mouth shut. There wasn’t any reason to tell the brother he’d given his baby sister a massage the night before.
Her body was knotted up, and she kept having charley horses in her legs and back.
That hadn’t helped his growing desire for the girl.
“She says she’s fine.” Cree didn’t want to be a dick, but he needed to get dressed.
They had another hundred miles to go before getting to the reservation.
“Player, when I have her secured on the reservation, I’ll give her my phone to call you. ”
“Sounds good.” Player went to hang up but stopped. “Cree, thank you. I can’t express how much this means to me.”
“I told you, it’s family. Nothing owed and no thanks needed. We’ll call in a few hours.” Hanging up, Cree dropped the phone on the bed and got dressed.