Chapter 36
THIRTY-SIX
Prue presses her lips against mine the moment I tell her I will find another way. I let her take control of the situation because I don’t like lying to her. It tastes like poison on my tongue. Lying to her may be the worst thing I ever do and I’m about to kill someone.
Funny how hurting the person you love feels worse than murder.
She pushes my shirt up my chest and I let her tug it over my head. Her hand is struggling to find a way to get my jeans off without having me move. That’s going to be impossible, so I pull back. Pushing my jeans down my legs and letting them bunch at my ankles.
Her hand slips into my boxers, as I wedge myself between her legs. I can’t help but groan as her hand wraps around my cock, pulling it out the front of my boxers. She licks her lips at the sight of it, stroking me until I’m so hard I think I may black out.
“Fuck. Prue. Let me put it in you. Please, baby?”
“Now who’s begging whom?” She smirks that smirk she only seems to show me. And fuck, if it isn’t one of the best looks in the world.
“Me. I’m begging you,” I groan again as her thumb swirls around the head.
“And you’ll stay?” she questions.
Jesus Christ. She is going to be the death of me.
If I lie to her and fuck her, that’s rape.
I know that. How many times has that happened to me?
How many times was I promised this would be the last time, but it never was.
How many times was I told it would just be a look, a touch, a second for it to be worse?
But if I don’t fuck her, then she knows I lied and knowing her, she will do something that will get us both hurt.
“Ben?”
“Fuck. I can’t fucking think straight,” I groan. It’s not a lie. I can’t think straight right now, but it also doesn’t answer her question.
She laughs at that, dropping onto her back. Her legs spread as she smiles up at me.
“Worship me then.”
Is it a lie if I never answer the question? My self-control is snapping as she stares up at me, bare chests and just in her panties.
I move forward, not bothering to take off her panties, just pulling them to the side. Her pussy is too fucking pretty.
I rub my cock against her opening, then up her clit. Despite her tears from just moments ago, she is dripping wet. I let her arousal coat my cock as I rub myself between her lips and clit over and over.
“Put it in me, Ben. Stretch me open and make me cum,” she moans.
I can’t do this. I’m not a fucking rapist. Taking advantage of her is not something I can do and live with myself after.
She reaches down, taking my cock back in her hand. She moves the head, so it presses against her opening, as her sky-blue eyes lock onto mine.
My balls are bound to fall off at some point, but the look on her face seals my fucking fate. I can’t fuck her on a promise I don’t intend to keep. While her crying and begging me not to leave shattered my soul into a million pieces, breaking her trust like that would kill me.
I pull back, cursing to myself. I climb from between her legs, almost stumbling on my pants as I stand to my feet.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t fucking know!” I groan.
“Ben?”
“We need to go. If they are tracking my phone, then they know where we are. So, we need to go.”
“What does it matter now? I’m not going back to him, and you aren’t going to kill him. We are finding another way to deal with this.”
“Prue,” I snap, pulling up my pants. “We are still at risk of being in a lot of trouble. The Davenports and your family for that matter, have the kind of money to rid the world of their problems, and right now we are a big fucking problem for them.”
“You’re more afraid of dying than getting blue balls?” She smirks at me and for a moment I almost give in. Throw her back down and fuck her until I can convince myself there is another way out of this mess for us.
“I’m more afraid of you dying.”
“Uh. Fine.” She sighs, rolling her eyes. “Where are we going next?”
“North,” I reply. “We’ll drive a few more miles north and find somewhere to hide out.”
“And then you’ll fuck me?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
It’s another lie but better than fucking her when she is under the impression, I’m not leaving her.
She is going to hate me in a few hours, but that’s better than her being hurt or worse, dead.
We drive for a few hours. It’s the most peaceful my time with Prue has been. We listen to music as we drive along the coast side. She asks me random questions like she is studying for a quiz. It’s oddly comforting to know she wants to learn things about me.
She tells me stories about her life, not knowing that every detail she gives me just cements the fact there is no other way for me to solve this situation than to kill Charles.
She deserves so much better than her family gave her. Better than Charles can promise her, but they won’t let her go without a fight. I’m more than willing to finish the war for her.
We take bathroom breaks and eat cheap fast food as we drive. She is behaving far better than I thought she would. Perhaps the promise of my cock was all it took to make her be good, but more so it’s the idea that I’m not abandoning her.
It’s bittersweet. I love the fact that us being together makes her happy, but knowing it has a time limit hurts my soul.
When I pull up outside the Hilton, I booked just outside of San Francisco, she grins.
“Fancy.”
“I’m not going to have to drag you to the room, am I?”
“Not unless you think it will be good foreplay.” She smirks.
“You are very lucky you’re hot.”
“And you’re very lucky you have a fat cock.
” She sticks her tongue out at me. It makes me smile instantly.
I love this version of Prue just as much as the evil vixen who tortures me.
This version of her is cute and fun, and I could spend the rest of my life soaking up the beam of her smile. Too bad I’m on borrowed time.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, getting out of the car.
I pay for the hotel and slip the young lady at the counter a wad of cash. She eyes it, then me, then it again.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes,” she replies. “What is this for?”
“Listen. In about two hours I need someone to go into my room and unlock the beautiful woman I’m about to handcuff to the bed. The key will be in the front pocket of the backpack on the floor. Can you make sure that happens?”
“Are you trapping her up willingly?”
“Yes,” I lie. No way is Prue going to let me handcuff her willingly, but this lady doesn’t need to know that. “It’s the leaving part that isn’t willing.”
“Got it.” She eyes the cash again. “I can make sure that happens.”
“Great. Thank you.” I pause, grabbing the pen on the counter and a piece of paper. I scribble a note for Prue on it, and hand it to the lady. “Can you make sure she gets this too?”
“A breakup note. How nice.”
When I walk back to the car, Prue is sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me. I grab our bags out of the car and open the door for her. She jumps out of the car, following behind me as I lead us to the elevator.
“How long are we here?”
“Haven’t decided yet.” I shrug.
“San Francisco could be fun.”
“It could be. But I think anywhere would be fun with you.”
She smiles at that. As silence takes over the elevator, I watch the wheels in her head spin. I should fill the silence so she doesn’t start questioning me, but I don’t know what to say.
I lead her down the hallway to our room. Opening the door for her, she steps in, but turns to look at me. I drop the bags on the floor, not bothering to turn on the lights. There won’t be any need for that.
“I love you, Prue.”
“Why are you saying it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like goodbye.”
“It’s not a goodbye.” I offer her a smile.
I feel the walls closing in as I sit on the bed. She stands, watching me. I’m extremely happy that she seems capable of reading me so well, but I know that doesn’t work in my favor right now.
“So, what’s the plan now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do we just hide out forever?”
“No. I’m still working on figuring out my next move. Maybe we hide out here for a few days, maybe we keep moving. I don’t know yet.”
“You’re lying,” she says, folding her arms over her chest. “You are keeping something from me, and I don’t like it.” She walks over to me, standing in front of me. I wrap my hands around her stomach, as she rests her head on top of mine. “Just tell me.”
“No.” I shake my head, kissing her stomach. “I’m not ready yet.”
I grab her, tossing her softly on the bed, before pressing my body against hers. She doesn’t fight me, not even as I plant kisses up her stomach, collarbone, and neck. She rocks into my touch. It’s probably cruel of me to be teasing her like this, but I can’t help myself.
Her hands drop to my head, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. I picked this hotel for a reason. I stayed here once, so I knew they had headboards with slacks in them. Easy to handcuff someone to.
“Fuck me, Ben. Please.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” I say, my lips less than an inch from hers. “I really want to, Prue, but liars don’t deserve to go to heaven.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply to that before pressing my lips against hers. I have to make this kiss count. I highly doubt I’ll ever get to kiss her again.
As my tongue dips into her parted lips, she melts under me. Her lips move with mine, as her body presses up against mine. I let myself get lost in it for a moment, even as I grip her wrists with one hand.
It’s only when I see her eyes are still shut that I do what I need to. Pulling the handcuffs from my back pocket, I clip one to her right wrists, quickly sliding it through the slant in the headboard and attaching it to the other.
The second click gets her attention, and she bites at my bottom lip.
I pull back, climbing off her body.
“What are you doing, Ben?” She pulls at the cuffs. “You said you wouldn’t leave me.”