Chapter 20
Poison
Smooth ride and black lace
W e’ve gathered everything and hit the road. Since we only have one hour and thirty mins left, it’s a good thing it only takes forty-five minutes to get to the destination. Our trucks are blacked out and bulletproof, so if anything were to happen, our windows won’t penetrate or shatter.
I’m focused on the mission, but my mind also switches to Anita and the way she was acting. It’s off, and I still can’t put my finger on why. It’s as if the bonding we shared last night never happened. I fucking despise that because I want nothing more than to grip her hair and pull her in for a bruising kiss.
The whiff of roses and vanilla wafts in my nose, pulling me from my thoughts.
I gaze over to the right as she’s taking off her graphic tee. Her bare golden skin with her—
Fuck .
A black lace bra that cups her perky medium breasts in the most erotic way has my dick already pressing on my zipper. It's a constant reminder of the parts of her I didn't get to cherish last night.
The deep purple bite marks are on her shoulder from where I bit down. It was the only way to handle how wet and tight her pussy felt around me. Suffocating. So fucking good that my toes tingle from the memory. I reach over and touch her warm skin that’s prickled with goosebumps. I run my thumb gently over the bruises.
“Does it hurt?”
She shudders as I run my palm over the tiny bumps that appeared. “No, but next time, maybe bite me where it won't show when I wear a tank top.” Then she pauses and looks at me, and my brows lift and a smirk curls on my lip. I rest my hand back on the wheel and the other on the door frame, visibly smiling.
Next time.
“What I meant—”
“No, you said it just right.”
Her eyes squint at me like she wants to retaliate before a faint smile appears, and she focuses back forward. I do the same.
I have to contain the groan and clench my teeth so I don’t lean over and create more marks on her silky skin. Whatever worries that I had about her that plagued my mind are long gone now. Was it a mistake to tell her to get dressed in the car? Fuck no.
Am I distracted? Yes and no.
She pulls it over, but now her wild curls fall all over. I grin, reaching over and moving some curls out of her face. Once she can see, she smiles at me again. “Thanks, darling.”
A beating pattern erupts again in my chest, warming my cold soul. That smile would never grow old to me. It's so pretty and rare that it gives me a special kind of carnal feel.
I look back at the road, but that doesn't last for long because now she stands up to pull her jeans down. Her back’s bent over, pressed against the roof, her hair’s falling down over her face again. That intoxicating smell is fucking drugging me. My mouth salivates like a dog.
I don’t get a good glimpse of her full breasts, but I see parts and snippets, the nipples I want to lick and nip. She glides her pants down past her thighs inch by inch, each dip her waist tips to both sides hastily. Like she knows I’m watching.
I need to start a conversation before I pull over and do something I cannot do at the moment.
“Jax will be meeting us there.” I face the road again, the heat making its way up my back despite my coat being off.
She lets out a small groan as she sits back down and pulls the rest of her pants off. “I don’t trust him. He could be standing with Victor waiting for us as we speak.”
“He can try. But my wrath is much stronger and deadlier,” I say with confidence. “At his cabin, I pulled a gun on him.”
She folds her pants, setting it in the back seat. Making sure to brush her warm tit across my bare arm. I steal another look. Now, she only wears—
God dammit woman.
My throat tightens as she fixes herself in the seat, wearing only her black lace bra and matching sets of underwear. Her curvy waist and toned legs ready and eager to be licked and bit. My hands tingle from the memory of me gripping them and squeezing her plush ass as I fucked her. The slapping sounds we made when I thrust into her. I tap down on my teeth because she is practically naked.
I'm happy the windows are tinted. And not a faded tint, it’s black tint. You can’t see shit in my truck.
I grip the steering wheel to contain myself. My dick is so hard it hurts.
“A gun on him?” She continues to talk normally as if she’s not sitting in my passenger seat, ass bare on the leather. I’ll never clean that seat again. When she leaves, I'm going to take a whiff too for good measure.
I clear my throat. “Yes. He didn’t want to stay back, so I held the gun to his head. Crazy motherfucker pulled the gun closer to his head.”
“That’s not crazy. It’s just stupid,” she sneers, grabbing her black shirt from the car floor and opening it.
One of the few people that thinks like me, and I can’t help the prideful smile that broadens on my lips. But I also vividly remember me doing that same thing to her. At that time, I was just betting she wouldn't pull that trigger. She could’ve easily shot me.
She fluffs out her shirt to put on, that only causes her tits to jiggle, and now it's a damn inferno. Alright, now I very much regret it. I bite down on my jaw, twisting the knob of the AC. Let's amp it up to blast.
“Are you hot?” she says nonchalantly, and I meet her gaze. It’s like she knows what she's doing to me.
I grin, looking back at the road. “For you always.”
“Simmer down,” she says lowly, and I can hear the smile on her lips. The one that she’s trying to hide behind those sprawling curls. While keeping my focus on the road, I reach over and find her chin through the wild roots of her hair and cup it. She doesn't snatch it away, but allows me to lift her face to me, revealing what was hiding. That beautiful face that makes my mind go blank from everything else but her. I don't even recall the conversation I had with my father because one look at her and all my past pain disappears. I glance down at her plump lips. I can’t forget how soft and smooth they are.
I wonder how her lips would feel wrapped around my cock, licking around the skin and all the sensitive nerve endings at the head. My dick thickens at the thought of it. Will she cry for me again when my dick is deep in her throat?
“You want to crash?”
She snaps me out of my incessant thoughts with her pinched brows and an amused expression. “Good point.” I refocus and adjust my pants, alleviating my cock from pressing angrily against the zipper.
“If things go according to plan, what's the next move? How do you plan to get his daughter back? It's such a large request. She can be anywhere in this world.” She folds her shirt over her head and smooths it down. I reach over again and help pull her hair out from the shirt.
“I know a little about a group called the Guerrillas. I've taken down multiple of their transactions, but I can never get to the source. Much like Victor, they continue to multiply like termites, and there is no end to the madness.”
She makes a disgusted huff. “Men who want nothing more than to destroy women's dignity make me sick. We can get an answer out of Victor if that time comes.”
“If?”
She grabs her black combat pants. “Yes, we don't know what will happen, or if this is all a ruse for Jax to set us up.”
I’ve thought about that outcome multiple times on the way back to the academy. But I have this strange sense that Jax isn't lying. I know shit about this man, but my gut is never wrong. Just like I know it's not wrong about the way Anita has been distant. But that's a conversation for after we make it out of this mission. “He’s eager to find her, which is more than understandable. He seems he would do anything to find her, even if it that meant working beside that fucker.”
A strange tug ropes in my chest, and I imagine myself in his shoes. I would scorch the earth until there is nothing but ashes and bones if that were my daughter. I would do anything in my power to get her back, even if that meant selling my soul.
Thankfully, that’ll never be me. Kids aren't on my agenda.
Anita flips her hair over her shoulder as she puts her feet through her pants. “A father on a mission.” She goes quiet for a second, looking forward, and I take another look at her as her lips purse and eyes drift down. Until she sucks in a tight breath, and switches as if that little moment never happened. “Either way, if he pulls anything sneaky, I’m blowing his head off his shoulders.”
I don't touch on what happened, and where did she drift off to? Because soon, I would know more about her and everything that led her to this world. Instead, I crack an evil grin. “Well, there's our plan Z.”
“More like—” She grunts, raising her jeans over her luscious thighs. I can't help myself and reach over and skim my finger over her thigh before she covers it. She’s so damn soft.
“Plan B,” she finishes breathlessly. I only move to her stomach, flattening my palm on it, getting an even smoother layer of her velvety skin and hard abs. I squeeze gently as she lifts her hips to finish putting her pants on. Her muscles tense under my touch, and I continue higher in a daze, reaching for her breast while keeping my eyes on the dark road. I drag my teeth over my lip as my cock hardens even more when I cup her soft breast in my hand. The lacy fabric doesn't stop me from enjoying how succulent, warm, and perfect her tit feels in my hand. A silent moan escapes past her lips, and I give it a light squeeze, then glue my thumb over her hard nipple. Fuck. A throaty growl comes out, and I reach to the other side with a greedy force, playing and teasing her hard nub, squeezing it between my fingers. Her heart thumps heavy against my arm, and her thighs squeeze together.
I want to lick them as soon as I can. I miss the feel of her body under me.
I want nothing more than to save those kids, make it out safely, torture the fuck out of Victor, then find myself confined in her space where I feel the most at peace.
My throat tightens, and I want more . With urgency, I skate down to the buttons she just fastened, and I reach into her pants to touch her hot pussy. I wonder if she’s as wet as I am hard.
She shudders and flops back down into her seat, and that allows my fingers to push in between her slick folds. A throaty groan rises in my throat when I find her pussy moist and slick. “Damn, you’re soaking, sweetness.”
Anita gasps, and I can feel her clench around my fingers; she grabs onto my arm when I plunge in deeper. “Now, now.” She pulls my hand, removing it before I can finger fuck her while I drive. “Be a good boy.”
My dick jerks from her statement, and I lift my fingers to my nose and sniff her decadent scent, her wetness glistening from them. “You know I’ll never be good.”
She reaches for her hair, gathering it all back and placing three parts in it as she eyes me through her thick lashes. My eyes dim while I suck my glistening fingers into my mouth, her pussy extract is like my favorite candy. Her pheromones fill my nose, flaming my endorphins, and giving me that high I need and crave. Her sweet, musky cunt teasing my pallet, making my mouth water even more. I feel the need to grab her throat and pull her in for a kiss, despite me driving. I keep my hands to myself like a good boy would do. I drag my eyes back to the road before I crash into a tree. “I’ll be good.” I grin.
“For now.”