Loving Me, Trusting You(24)

“Questions later, Pres. We have got to get the hell out of here. Now.”

Gaine tries to take my hand, but I shove him back and throw him the hardest glare I have.

“You pick me up like that again, and I will kill you,” I snarl. He looks at me for a second and then turns away, moving towards the doors of the hotel with a blank expression on his sweaty face.

I watch his strong back, and I try not to think the thought that's swirling around in the back of my mind.

Gaine just damn near saved me from making one of the biggest f*cking mistakes of my life. I want revenge, but I'm not an animal. Somehow, he seems to know me better than I do.

That scares the shit out of me.





I must've been out of my f*cking mind to pick up Mireya Sawyer and toss her over my shoulder like that. No shit. I should be dead right now. But I'm not. That's a good thing, right? Is this progress? I want to ask someone about it, but there's nobody to talk to right now, not when I've got Mireya wrapped around me on the open road, making my dick so hard it hurts. I think I'm driving a little crooked, but nobody mentions anything on the intercom.

“We are so f*cking screwed,” Kimmi says, sighing so hard it echoes around the mic and makes my ears bleed. “They are going to chase us to the edge of the earth and back. I'm starting to wonder how desperate our future measures are going to have to be. I can't pull a job with Bested on my back.” We're on a private channel, Mireya, Beck, Austin, Amy, Kimmi, and me. Mostly, it's just been Kimmi and Austin chatting back and forth. Things don't sound promising.

“We should still hit Fort Walton,” Austin says, but he doesn't sound convinced. These types of dirty deeds used to be taken care of by Kent and who the hell knows who else. Not us, that's for f*ck's sure. “Let's make contact with Broken Dallas, let 'em know our intentions and see how they like bein' swarmed with unwanted guests. Bested by Crows hasn't exactly gotten famous for their manners.” Mireya sighs behind me, shifting just a bit, so that her breasts press hard against my back, warming me up from deep down and making me crazy for it. Last night was nice, but it wasn't enough. Unfortunately, with all of this shit going down, I don't know how to make her pay attention to me.

“We're going to have to make tough choices, Austin,” she says, sliding her hands down my belly and tucking her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. Jesus Mother Mary of f*cking f*ck. I try not to let a groan slip. Why the hell is she sitting so close though? She could lean back if she wanted. God knows there's enough room back there. “We're going to have to decide how far we're willing to go to keep this group safe, to uphold our dignity, and to make sure that the open road stays open.” Her hands dip lower, rubbing over the stiff bulge in my pants, making me clench the handlebars so hard I'm afraid they're going to snap. “We don't want to get backed into a position where choices are made for us, not in a situation like this. I need to know how bloody this is going to get.” Mireya unzips me and for the life of me, I can't figure out what the hell she's doin'.

“I don't want anyone to get hurt,” Austin says, and I can feel Mireya sucking in a big breath behind me. “Anyone that means anythin' to me, that is.” The zipper comes down and Mireya's hand slides in, taking advantage of the fact that I didn't have time to wear shit all under my jeans. Her fingers wrap my cock, giving me a shock of white hot pleasure and a confusing slew of emotions. She ain't pissed at me? I wonder as I switch off my mic and let out a groan that gets lost in the rush of wind around us. I could flat-out shout and nobody would hear me.

“So we have the go ahead to make things right?” Kimmi asks, trying to get clarification for something that shouldn't need clarifying. I'm not saying it's alright to go around killing people, but in these circumstances, we might not have any other choice. Once Bested by Crows knows, really knows, that Tray Walker is dead, then we're screwed. They'll be seeking vengeance and they won't stop until they've got it. Whether that means killing some or all of us, or taking Mireya hostage, I ain't got no clue. As of right now, it's a little hard to concentrate on all that, important as it is. Sawyer's got my dick locked in a death grip, squeezing it so hard I swear to God, the poor f*cker's about to break. But it feels so damn good. Right now, I've got the two things in the world that mean most to me: the road and my woman. Doesn't get much better than that. Well, I won't lie, if I could at least get this girl to tell me she loves me, or at the very least accept that I love her, that sure would be f*cking nice. I dream of sliding a ring on her finger, claiming her for all the world to see, but that ain't never gonna friggin' happen.

“Make things safe, Kimmi,” Austin says, and I can imagine that he's thinking of Amy, dropping his hand to touch hers where they're clasped around his belly. Me, it's all I can do to keep hold of my bike and not crash us into the dirt on the side of the road. The wind is whistling all around me, stinging the bare skin of my cock as Mireya slides her hand up and down, moving the skin on my shaft and tensing my muscles with pleasure. I don't know why she's doin' what she's doin', but I like it. “Let's see if we can ride this out. Like my mama always said, I don't start shit, but I sure as hell will finish it.”

There's a buzz on the com, and then on comes a song I can actually relate to, even though I kinda wish I didn't. 'Casual Sex' by My Darkest Days bursts out through the speakers as Austin lifts up his bike and hightails it the f*ck out of there, flying ahead of the group like he needs some space to think. Me, I couldn't think my way out of a cardboard box. Mireya is coaxing pre-cum from the head of my dick, slicking me up nice and good, letting the wild wind sting it hard. She works me fast and furious, drawing the breath from my lungs, choking the life out of me while I fight against an orgasm. Not often that that happens. No man wants to hold back his load, but shit, if I'm not on the back of a damn bike.