Javier
The longer this angel stays at my side, the more I want to keep her. She’s not making it any easier to fight the urge.
She’s wearing my clothes like they’re her own. My eyes drift over in her direction every few seconds. Keeping only a foot between us, I’m hovering over the poor woman. She probably thinks I’m trying to stop her from running.
Honestly, I don’t think Sammy has any intentions to run. From the way she’s talking, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to unstick her from my side. Going through my belongings, I know she found my other gun. She could’ve used it against me for fucks sake.
Am I really going to take her home? I want to. Fuck, I really want to.
I need sleep. A clear mind can help me think. Maybe I’ll realize how terrible of an idea it is to take her to the one spot where someone can find me. It’s a weakness that I’m unable to see at the moment.
“Let’s wrap this up,” I encourage her when we make it to a section of shoes. Refusing to take off my thick socks, she shoves her feet in a few to see if they fit.
Once more, I’m looking at her. From her hair down to her legs. I’m not someone who has a type, not that I’m aware of anyway. But Sammy is changing that every minute I’m stuck with her. Blond hair and big brown eyes are all it takes for me to go crazy.
“These will do,” she mumbles to herself as she kicks the pair off. Into the cart they go and we’re finally off. Checking out upfront, we use the self-checkout to avoid any unwanted conversations.
“Do you want to get dressed?” I ask when we reach the sliding door. There’s a bathroom not too far away and I’m sure she’d feel comfortable in more fitting clothes.
Sammy looks down at herself before giving me a lifted brow.
“I’m alright, thank you. Let’s get back on the road.” Not even batting an eye, she carries some of the bags toward the truck.
Cursing under my breath, I follow after her.
I don’t care that she’s stolen my clothes. Looking at her as much as I have, that’s the problem.
I’m a grown man. I should be able to keep my eyes to myself.
We throw mostly everything in the back. Sammy’s quick to tear through the packaging of the hairbrush and hair ties. Once we’re back on the road, she works on brushing through her hair. Her cheeks are flushed as she cradles a thick strand.
“So what’s in Texas?” she asks before grunting.
“Nothing I’m interested in. It’s just warm and the place I’m going is quiet.” Getting back on the highway, I keep my eyes forward. Her hair is going to be all over my truck.
I’m a bastard for automatically wondering how much of her DNA is all over already.
“Paint me a picture. Give me an idea of where we’re going.”
I hate the way my chest stirs at the way she says we’re. It’s like I don’t even have a choice in the matter anymore. She’s coming with me whether I like it or not.
“Cabin in the middle of the woods,” I start to explain slowly. “I’ve only been to it once so I don’t remember all the fine details.”
But I’m picturing the home now and this woman is a part of it. She’s sitting on the porch, kicking her feet back and forth wearing that same smile that’s got my gut all twisted up in the first place. I don’t tell her what I see, keeping that image to myself.
“Come on, I’m sure you can list off some things.” She taps my arm with the back of her hand. “Unless you’ve got some pictures on your phone?”
“No.” The word comes out a little more harsher than I’d like. The thought of her touching my phone, and seeing the kind of messages people send me, irks me.
It’s as if I don’t want to give her a reason to remember why I’m supposed to be the bad guy here.
Sighing, I drum my fingers against the steering wheel. I tell her what I remember, giving her whatever details I can.
Sammy settles in her seat after tossing the brush away. Her eyes close and it feels like she’s trying to imagine it for herself.
“Sounds beautiful,” she mumbles once I’m finished.
She’s risking getting both of us into an accident by keeping her eyes closed like that. I want to take in her soft features and memorize the curves of her lips and cheeks. With morning traffic building up, I can’t risk looking for more than a brisk couple of seconds.
Sammy’s got trouble written all over her and for whatever reason, I can’t seem to keep away.
* * *
By the time the sun starts to set, I have to make the call to park in an abandoned lot. With only a few more hours to our destination, I’d love to just finish the trip and get it over with. My lack of sleep is starting to affect me more than I like to admit.
Unless I want to accidentally veer off the road, I need to get a decent amount of sleep.
“Is it really still winter?” Sammy asks as she pushes her door open. Finding the excuse to stretch her legs, she looks around. “It’s so warm here.”
“Lovely isn’t it? The summers are a bit harsher, but it makes up for the cold months.” Keeping my eyes on her, I watch her approach the backseats. Curious, I’m confused when she grabs the blanket. In this kind of weather, the thickness of the blanket is going to make her sweat. “What are you up to?”
She looks at me innocently, a smile tugging on her lips. “Getting ready for sleep is all.”
Sammy drags that blanket to the back of the truck before climbing onto the bed with a few grunts. Does she really intend on sleeping out there? I suppose I can’t complain if she doesn’t want to get cramps from having to curl up in the passenger seat.
“Are you coming?” she asks after laying the blanket out and taking a seat.
Wait, she wants me to join her? That’s a dangerous request. One I should already have the answer to. Instead of using logic, I’m opening the door, and stepping out without a second thought.
Sammy is already laid out flat and looking up at the mix of colors in the sky. Stars are already scattered across the sky and I’m sure she’s taking in the whole sight. From the way her lips remained curved, I wish I could see what she did through her eyes.
The bed of my truck looks extremely small now that I look at it. As I untie my boots, I’m wondering if this is a good idea or not. Sure, I can keep my hands to myself no problem. That doesn’t mean I won’t be fighting temptation at every passing second.
“I can get used to weather like this,” she mumbles when I settle next to her. Like she wants to be a test of will, she rolls over on her side and looks at me. “This might sound weird, but thanks for stealing me away.”
Never thought I would hear her say those words. I’m a bit taken by surprise, and her laugh is enough to show how much she’s enjoyed throwing me off. I don’t know what her thought process is, but if she’s grateful, then I’m satisfied. Even though taking her has added more than enough stress and confusion to my life, I don’t regret doing it in the slightest.
“Yeah, no problem. You really don’t mind this?” There’s an unwanted knot in my throat, tightening with the question lingering in the air.
“I don’t mind at all.” Sammy looks at me for what feels like an eternity. Hasn’t she realized how powerful that stare of hers is? She then lifts her hand from her side and hesitantly drifts toward me. Like she’s testing the waters, she moves slowly like she’s waiting for me to stop her.
Why haven’t I? Maybe I’m a little lost in wondering what kind of shade her cheeks are currently. Can I be blamed? I’m starting to think it’s my favorite color.
When her fingers graze over my chest, I feel the urge to grab her hand and tug her body close. Instead, I test my patience and let her touch whatever she pleases. Wherever her fingers brush, it’s like a trail of fire is scorching my skin beneath.
“Why aren’t you scared of me?” I ask after the knot in my throat has doubled in size.
Sammy makes sure to drag her fingers low enough to stir up my cock, as if I actually need that. I feel like I’m already digging into the poor zipper of my pants. There has to be an imprint by now. When she moves back up, the ache doesn’t disappear in the slightest.
“You don’t seem like you’d hurt me,” she mumbles as her nails scrape across my nipple.
I’d cut off my own hand before I’d cause this woman any pain. If someone else tried, I’d put in my experience of learning how to cause someone pain to make sure they’d feel every definition of torture before I’d put them out of misery.
“I won’t.” My voice is firm, carving the promise in the thick air shared between us.
Sammy then traces a scar I’ve got on my throat, a close call from one of my hits. She looks like she wants to ask what happened, giving me the same expression every time I notice her looking at the marks on my skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I rasp. It’s getting harder and harder to even use my voice. Damn. Once she realizes the kind of power she’s got over me, I’m going to be screwed. “Do whatever you want.”
With that offer, I might as well be handing her the reins to this situation. Sammy takes full advantage without a second thought. When sitting up, I feel her eyes roam everywhere else. I’m thinking she has a mental list of things she’d love to do.
I hope putting me out of my misery is at the top. I’m not sure how much more I can take of her teasing touches. Keeping my composure is my number one priority. Once I lose that, I’m going to flatten this woman against the bed of the truck and ravish her, I fucking swear.
“Anything is on the table?” she asks sweetly as her touch goes back to my chest. Can she see the way my breathing is growing quicker? “You’d really let me do whatever I want?”
Maybe because of how long the woman was closed off to the world, she’s got some curiosities. I’d damn rather it be me to fulfill those mysteries in her mind rather than some other undeserving man.
“You’re killing me, angel.” I groan under my breath when her fingers drag down my stomach and don’t stop there. A hiss leaves my lips when her fingers graze the curve of my arousal. If she keeps testing the waters, I’m going to ruin a good pair of jeans.
“I’ve never seen a man react like this,” she mumbles under her breath, “did I cause this?”
“Yes.” My brows come together when she doesn’t immediately yank her hand away in disgust. After everything I’ve done to her in the last twenty-four hours, she should not be interested in my cock. Could this be her way of getting revenge, torturing me until I’m ready to beg her for some pity?
I’ve never begged for anything in my life, having listened to desperate pleas my entire career. After seeing how pitiful one can be, I made a promise to myself that I’d never drop to that pathetic level.
With Sammy teasing my zipper with each stroke of her fingers, that promise of mine is ready to go straight out the window.
Unable to take it anymore, I unbutton my jeans and enjoy the way a soft gasp leaves her lips when I draw out my hardened length. Red, hot and angry, I have to give myself a punishing squeeze to ground myself.
Between looking at my face and my arousal, I can hear the way her breathing quickens.
“Can I…?” Running her tongue across her lip, her fingers brush against mine.
If this angel is offering to put me out of my misery, then I’m going to happily agree. How can I possibly say no when she looks so curious?
Sammy’s hand replaces mine and she’s got a forgiving touch, giving me a more of a lighter squeeze. Like she’s experimenting, her lips twitch into a smile when another groan slips out from my end. Her cheeks grow flushed all over again.
Outside of the parking lot, cars whizz by on the highway. Even though the moon might be taking over the sky, I’m sure anyone could see us if they tried hard enough. Public indecency is frowned upon even in Texas.
Yet, I can’t tell her to stop. Not when she’s got the courage to stroke me faster, fueled by the sounds that leave my battered throat.
I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last with this woman.