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  It’s just that for now, I need the opportunity to bask in feeling good for a few minutes.

  My eyes close part way and I can feel his heart still racing in his chest. He’s so warm, his body pressed into mine, and I’ve never felt so at peace.

  Morning comes too soon. I unravel myself from Kaiden’s body, my skin clammy and chilly at the same time. My clothes are still in a pile on the floor, and for a moment, I feel sick. I look over at his bruised and battered form, listen to his raspy breathing and remember what we’ve done.

  It’s wrong.

  I push myself out of bed, grabbing at my clothes and throwing on the torn and dirty garments. Sunlight filters into the room through the cheap curtains, illuminating my Kaiden’s body in this almost ethereal light, his gorgeous form practically glowing. I find myself staring again, my stomach churning in disgust and fear.

  What have I done?

  I gave in to the one thing I know I shouldn’t have, and I swallow hard before moving to the washroom. My stomach churns and a wave of nausea washes over me. I hug the toilet, heaving into it, but nothing comes out. My hands tremble against the cold porcelain, the dirty floor biting into my knees.

  Slowly the sensation passes, and the rest of the night begins filtering back to my consciousness.

  I just made love to the one person in the world I should’ve resisted, after almost being killed by a gang, and now we're on the run. How could my life get any more messed up?

  I shiver as I look into the mirror, seeing my messy, blonde hair, my dirty clothes.

  That little bit of excitement lurking between my eyes. Despite it all, despite everything that had happened, losing my virginity to Kaiden was the best part of my life. It was... amazing, and I can see that hidden smile, the goosebumps that run up and down my arms.

  I wanted him for so long, and his body was made for me.

  It's perfect.

  But what now? Do we go back to pretending this never happened? Or just run off with the money, find somewhere safe and comfortable and just be together?

  I want it so badly to be the last one, despite how much that scares me.

  "Abby?" His voice is hoarse and he sounds even more hurt than he did last night, so I hurriedly splash some water on my face before returning to the bedroom, giving him a weak, nervous smile.

  What's he going to say?

  Is he going to freak out? Panic? Regret everything like I'd been fearing we would?

  But his expression warms as he sees me and he relaxes back into the bed, his hard bicep bulging beneath his arm.

  "Hey, Princess," he says and the words roll off his tongue so seductively.

  I want to go over there and curl up against his nude body.

  There's only the cheap, flimsy blanket covering him, and even through that I can see the regular throbbing of his cock. His eyes work up over my body, over my bare thighs, my half-exposed breasts, and I've never felt so desperate for more.

  I go over to him, reaching down and touching his forehead.

  "Do you need more water?" I ask, but I can't tear my gaze away from his bare chest.

  It wasn't that I’d never seen it before, he was always strutting around shirtless. It's just that now I know how it feels pressed against me, the sensation of his warm weight down upon me.

  His hand goes to my waist, drawing me in, and I topple down against his body, and he pins me there in one hand as he grinds his erection against my thigh.

  "I need something else," he husks, and despite his bruises now turning an ugly purple, he has strength to spare for me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his free hand as his mouth goes to my neck, and suddenly I'm putty in his hands. There's no stopping him as he strips me of my panties, the scent of last night still hanging in the air.

  Next he pulls away the blankets, revealing that gorgeous cock of his once more, standing tall and thick, throbbing with need as he tugs me atop him.

  I straddle his waist, my mind in a daze as he guides my motions. And when he presses that flared tip to my sex, I tremble with desire and need.

  "I want to see you," he says, though part of me wonders if he's just in too much pain.

  Either way, though, I look down at him with the filtered daylight spilling over his body and feel so naked and exposed despite still wearing my skirt, bra and tank top. He's watching me, licking his lips as his hips grind subtly.

  He doesn't push in, not yet, just teasing my wet seam as we stare at each other.

  I wonder what he's thinking, and when I let myself drop along his cock, feeling him spread me so wide, I watch his face. Hesitation gives way to bliss, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips rise to meet mine, pushing himself in deep until he's lodged all the way into my pussy.

  We don't even have the excuse of adrenaline, of the nighttime and the strange daze that comes with it. Here we are, fucking in the mid-morning, so wantonly.

  And it feels good.

  I hurriedly strip out of my top and bra, my light pink nipples already so stiff and hard, and instinctually he reaches out to grab one between his fingers, tugging it. I arch my back in pleasure and he groans in kind, our bodies grinding against one another.

  He's so damn hard, and so big, and feels so good. I flutter my eyes shut, no longer able to take the fact that he can see my body so clearly that he's watching as I ride him. Instead I just focus on the feel of his body against mine, his fingers and his cock teasing me.

  "You're mine, Princess," he growls as he brings his other hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. "And I want you to know you're mine for all time."

  I shiver, my pussy already so wet, my entire body calling out for him as I begin to ride his cock, up and down, his hands never leaving mine.

  He's able to get so much deeper into me now, and I have to back off a few times as he bucks in, taking me deep into places I've never been before.

  Both of his hands move from their positions and he brings them to my slender hips, feeling over my miniskirt which is little more than a belt now.

  "Look at me, Abby," he commands, and I'm helpless to disobey.

  He licks his lips, looking so devilish I can barely stand it. He doesn't break our stare as he holds my hips in place, then begins to move them gently. I'm fully impaled on his cock, my heart racing so hard, but the way he's making my body grind against him...

  I gasp, my clit pressing against his pelvis and my eyes flutter shut as a wave of pleasure goes through me.

  "Eyes," he demands, and I open them again. "I want to see your face while you come on my cock."

  Those words turn my body red, my stomach churning, yet they have a very unwanted side effect as well.

  His dark, twisted words...

  They send a tremor through me, and I begin grinding against him of my own power, one of my hands resting on his chest. Blonde hair spills over my cheeks as I stare at him, his cock firmly lodged in me as I rub my clit against his pubic bone. I'm already so close to cumming, I can feel it, shame and fear and excitement mingling in me.

  "You like that, Princess? You like being watched as you come on me? As you feel his cock throb inside you, ready to burst?" His words are like a potent growl, and I moan and whimper, but my hips work faster, my need mounting.

  I'm so close. So very close.

  "I'm gonna come in you, Princess," he warns, his eyes dipping to my chest, then down to the obscene scene of my pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

  He took my virginity not six hours ago, and now he's back for more, and I want it so bad.

  "Come in me," I whisper, surprised to hear the words even coming from my mouth!

  But oh, I want it so bad, and I rise up off his cock before slamming back down, jolting my entire body, fireworks going off throughout my nerves and my mind. I do it over and over again, impaling myself upon him, the sensation almost painful but in such a good way.

  One of his hands goes to my jaw, raising my head, making me look into his beautiful green eyes for a mere moment before they close and hi
s face contorts. His lips screw up at the corner as he tilts his head back, a loud groan emitting from his lips as he holds my hip in place, making me take him as his member expands and fills me with his cream.

  I've never felt like I do at this moment, watching Kaiden lose control of himself, of everything, inside me. It's not like last night, in the smoky darkness, hidden from the sight of what sin we were doing. Now everything seems so much more real.

  I lunge down, kissing his lips hard as my body still writhes in the aftershock of my orgasm.

  I still want more, so much more. He's opened the floodgates to my pleasure, and I grind against him full of need.

  But after a couple seconds he hisses, grabbing for his rib, and I still, looking down at him with concern.

  His lips twist into a smirk and he looks back at me, rubbing my hip between his thumb and his index finger.

  "It's nothing," he promises, thrusting his hips up a little as if to prove it to me. "Just in a shit ton of fucking pain."

  I smirk, my nose crinkling. Same old Kaiden.

  "You can help, though," he says, and I'm nodding before he can even finish his sentence.

  "You could get me cleaned up."

  I stare at him for a second before standing, watching as his come spills from my pussy, dripping down along his cock.

  I leap from the bed to grab him a towel, but before I can even make it a step, his firm hand is wrapped around my wrist and he's tugging me back to him.

  "With your mouth, Princess," he says, his eyes flashing, and I can feel heat rising up within me once more.

  Oh my God.

  I swallow, looking back at the mess of his beautiful cock, and I'm drawn to it. To see what he tastes like. But I feel so exposed, and so dirty. He tugs my wrist again, and I don't have any option other than to crawl back into the bed with him.

  And when he knits his other hand into my hair, guiding me down, there's no refusing him.

  His motions are forceful, powerful, but they're not cruel. He guides my face to his turgid length, and the scent of him fills my nostrils.

  I lean in, kissing the tip of that swollen head, and he groans.

  "I've dreamed about seeing you between my thighs, Princess. Licking my cock like a popsicle." My heart was thudding so loudly in my chest I can barely hear him but the flat of my tongue goes to the bottom of his cock, and the salty-sweetness hits me.

  I'm licking Kaiden’s cock.

  "Wrap your lips around it," he commands, and I do, taking him into my mouth as he guides my head. "Savor it. Lick it. Clean me up of the mess you made."

  Every time he talks, his filthy words filling the air, my clit throbs and a rush of pleasure goes through me.

  "That's it, Princess. Take it all in. Breathe through your nose. Good. Hold your breath." And with that, he forces my head down further, and his cock swells against the back of my throat, cutting off my breath.

  He held me there for a few moments, the sounds of pleasure he made so exquisite before he brought me back up.

  "You look so good on my dick," he coos, his hips starting to buck a bit more irregularly. He still hasn't softened at all, his cock still hard as a rock, and I grip his thighs tighter for balance.

  "I'm gonna take such good care of you. Get some regular fucking in your life, fill you up with my come every fucking night, Princess. That's a promise," he says, his words growing louder, his pain forgotten as I swirl my tongue along the head of his cock.

  It feels strange, but so good, and I find myself bobbing atop his cock with greater urgency, with more need, and his hand on the back of my head loosens, letting me go at my own pace.

  "Fuck!" he curses, and I can tell he's getting close. That just spurs me on to go a bit faster, my entire body moving as I suck him off.

  "Hello?" comes a voice at the door, a man, followed by a knock, and I stop what I'm doing.

  Kaiden looks at me, panic in his expression as he moves away from me, grabbing for his jeans. I leap off the bed, grabbing my tank top and tossing it on over my head.

  "Who is it?" he hisses, nodding to the peephole, and I make my way over as I tug down my skirt.

  Looking out there's a short man with glasses perched on the end of his nose. He looks annoyed, and he knocks again.

  I turn to Kaiden, shrugging, my heart racing as I whisper back, "I don't know them."

  We stare at each other for a second before he nods, moving to the bathroom, his gun in hand. He holds a finger over his lips, telling me to be quiet about his presence, and I open the door through the chain lock.

  "Hello?" I say softly, my head tilting to the side as I try to smile. I feel like I stink of sex, and my mouth is still raw and wet from my step-brother's cock.

  "It's checkout time," he says with some annoyance, tapping his watch, and I sigh in relief.

  "Oh, right! Yes, sorry, we're almost done," I say, my cheeks flushed. Could he hear me through the door?

  This place is built so cheaply...

  "Hurry up," he says before turning and heading towards the next cabin. I shut the door and look at Kaiden, letting out a sigh of relief.

  "We gotta go," Kaiden says, grabbing for his shirt and pulling it on.

  I know he's right, but I can't help but be disappointed that our tryst was over so quickly.

  And when I look at him and see that lust burning beneath his gaze, I know he feels the same.

  "Where are we going to go?" I ask behind the steering wheel.

  We've barely turned out onto the road, and now I feel lost, faced with our reality once more.

  "Ryder's not gonna rest. I only grazed him, it probably looked worse than it really is." Kaiden shakes his head, his breathing a bit raspy. "I never should've let him live."

  "You did the right thing, Kaiden. You couldn't just kill a guy. Have that hanging over you?" I shoot him a look. "You'd be facing a lot more than three years in prison for that."

  He stills, looking at me with his face contorted in confusion.

  "I never told you how much time I was looking at, Abby," he says, and my face goes red. That's because he never told me. I found out when I was eavesdropping on him and Ryder that night at the bar.

  I lick my lips nervously, but I know I have to come clean.

  We're in this together now, no more secrets.

  "I heard you and Ryder talking... fighting... one night. Outside of the bar."

  He stared ahead at the highway, clearly trying to remember what was said, and he exhaled, his words dark.

  "Oh. Well, then you know what this guy's capable of, Abby. He's not going to stop until he gets his payback, but listen, I have a plan, alright? I'm taking the fall for Ryder's crime anyways. He got caught selling, it got violent. Ryder hid the guns, but best case, he's still looking at trafficking and assault. If we go to the cops, I have enough evidence to take him down. Not just for the crimes he pinned on me."

  I glance over at Kaiden, nodding along with his words.

  "If you think it'll work, but who's to say Ryder won't just be let out on bail and get payback then? Like, witness protection?"

  He shakes his head.

  "Naw, the big boss wouldn't let him. He contacted me a couple weeks ago, after you moved in. He wanted me to take Ryder out, to let him take the fall, but... with you here..."

  He trails off, and I know where he's going with it.

  With me here, Ryder could get his revenge even if he's behind bars because of the big boss. I lick my lips thoughtfully before nodding.

  "Alright, so we go to the Sherriff’s office, then," I say, and Kaiden gives me a pained smile, his hand reaching out and gripping my knee. "I don't regret it, Abby. I don't regret anything."

  I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding and gave him a sweet smile in return.

  There'd been so much messed up stuff happening, but if it led to me being with him, I didn't regret it either.

  ***

  "Why are the cops here?" I ask, squinting along the long stretch of highway.
r />   Kaiden is bothered by the sight of the road block, even as he tries to brush it off.

  "Probably just to catch drunk drivers."

  "It's eleven in the morning," I say, my nose crinkling, but there's nowhere else to go. Just the highway and a whole lot of more highway. We're only ten minutes outside of town, and my palms are sweaty against the wheel.

  "Just act natural, Abby. You'll do fine. Just don't draw any attention to us that we don't want."

  I stare at him, and we both know that's going to be impossible. We didn't have time to shower, our clothes still covered in dust and dirt, torn and ripped in places, and his black eye is, well... it's hard not to miss.

  I slow the vehicle as we get to the traffic stop, putting on the brakes as we approach the first officer.

  "Is there a problem with the road?" I ask, trying to be as sweet as possible. The man is likely only five years older than me, still a bit baby-faced, and he glances to his superior.

  "Abigail Tuney?" he asks, trying to make his voice sound deep and commanding, but he doesn't have to. The fact that he knows my name sends a chill up my spine.

  My stomach lurches, and I look at Kaiden desperately, but he looks just as surprised as me.

  "Y-yes?" I say, terror beginning to grip me in earnest.

  Are we arrested? Did Ryder already go to the cops and tell them what we did? We still have the gun on us! Damn it!

  Not like ditching it would have been any better, since it's registered in my name.

  "I need you to come with us."

  "But... where?" I'm trembling, my hands slick on the steering wheel, and I'm trying not to hyperventilate.

  "We need you to just come with us." He reaches for the driver's door, pulling it open, and I undo my seatbelt. "Kaiden, you too," he adds on, and Kaiden's already getting out of the car, his hands on the roof, his legs spread.

  Another officer goes and frisks him, finding the empty gun in the low of his back, and I'm shaking so bad I can barely walk. The officer wraps his hand around my upper arm, guiding me to the cop car.