Once we got inside the room, I locked the door, drew the shades and then pulled her into my arms.
The need to drive my cock inside her suddenly overpowered me, and I grabbed her face, kissing her hard, my hands moving down into her hair, down her back to her ass where I squeezed hard. She let out a cry of pain, but it was good pain from the way she attacked me, hands, lips, teeth, everywhere.
I’d never felt so hungry for her. Apparently she felt the same. So much adrenaline, emotion and futility hung in the air, revving our bones, stirring our blood, making us starved, wild animals.
Death made sex feel much more alive.
I quickly pulled off her shorts and thong and whirled her around. I pinned her up against the wall. The bed wouldn’t do this time. It was too soft, too comforting, too forgiving. I wanted her raw and real. I wanted to feel the pain with the beauty, the harshness of it all.
She wrapped one leg around my waist, her cast on the other was hooked around my thigh, and held me close to her as I fumbled with my fly. Once my dick was free, my pants dropping to my ankles, I wasted no time in guiding the tip into her, just teasing her cleft with her own slickness.
“I need to feel you,” she cried, her head back, her hips trying to thrust closer, to get purchase. Her nails dug into my back.
“You’ll feel every inch, babe,” I groaned, feeling her expanding for my tip, so greedy, hungry, just like me.
“Now, Derrin, por favor.”
Her cries were my undoing. I thrust into her, feeling her expand around me, so wet, so tight, so damn beautiful. I was meant to be this deep inside her, pushed into the hilt, like I could stay here forever, like I was supposed to.
I caught my breath, nearly losing it, and pulled out slow, relaxing into the rhythm, trying to hold myself in check. She felt so good and I started rubbing her clit with tiny, round strokes. She started panting, squirming, wanting more.
“Harder,” she pleaded. “Keep going.”
I bit at her neck and sucked beneath her ear, loving how pushy she was. I kept going slow and steady, not ready to give her everything just yet.
“Do you like that?” I whispered, delighting in the primal lust that was spilling out of her mouth in load groans.
I thrust into her deeper, faster, torn between wanting to come and wanting this to go on forever. She held me tighter, her nails sharp and drawing blood as I pounded her, keeping my fingers on her wet clit quick and steady. Her grip around me began to loosen as she was close to the edge.
“Alana,” I cried out breathlessly as the pressure reached the breaking point. Everything tightened, from my balls to my abs, before I came hard and poured into her. This was so raw, beautiful, that I could barely hold her up anymore. I felt like as my seed spilled into her, something was spilling into me and filling up all the caverns inside me, the dark and hollow places. They felt brighter now, warm. Real.
She cried out as she came, loud enough for the room next door to hear. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except her. My heart was being squeezed in radiance.
I breathed into the hollow of her neck, drowning in her smell, the feel of her as she pulsed around me, the sound of her breathless noises she probably didn’t know she was making. I’d never been in so deep. I knew I wouldn’t walk away from this woman unscarred.
“Shit,” she said smiling, catching her breath. Her legs began to shake around me, worn from the strain and I grabbed hold of her, gently lowering her to the ground. She wiped the sweat from her brow and frowned at the marks her fingernails made on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she said, nodding at them.
“Don’t you ever,” I told her, brushing her wet hair off her face. Everything about her glowed, so hot, so warm, so larger than life.
“You know what you are?” I asked her, leaning in until my lips grazing the rim of her ear.
“What?”
“Sunshine.”
Redemption.
***
Even after the sex and intimacy, the ride back to Wal-Mart was strained. Both of us were locked in our own heads, eaten by our own fear. My fear – the first real fear I had felt in some time – was that I would never see her again. If I never saw her again, I could never protect her. If I could never protect her, she would end up dead.
Her fear … well, I could only imagine. I just hoped it was enough to keep her on her toes but not too much that she would panic. Fear can only work for you if you know how to recognize it and use it.
Our plan was relatively simple, yet as we sat back in the parking garage, now a bit more full thanks to after work shoppers pushing their carts back and forth, it seemed daunting. There was a mild sense of chaos here, which usually helped me think but today wasn’t cutting it.
I had my sniper rifle and silencer with me, as well as my .22. I would go up first by the doors in at the far end of the parking garage, ones that led up to the empty office building. The doors would be locked but that was never a problem for me. I would then secure a spot in an office on the highest floor. I wouldn’t be right at the window overlooking the fountain – that was too obvious – but if I could find one further back with a clear shot that would be perfect. Then I would wait. The moment Alana looked like she was in trouble or being taken against her will was the moment I would pull the trigger.
In some ways, it was phenomenally easy to kill Javier this way. He would know that too. But in this province he had few enemies. What enemies he had I’m sure were ones masquerading as his friends. In fact, I knew for certain he had no friends. I assumed he knew that too.
And Javier would probably travel without telling anyone. Maybe Esteban. No one would expect to see him here, so he would be safe. In Cualican, where he lived, that was a different story. People would expect him. But here, even though he probably felt inconvenienced by the travel, he would actually be fairly safe.
Except for me.
“So,” Alana started, scratching at the top of her cast nervously.
“So. Are you ready?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide and searching. “What happens if I go with him? If he promises me safety? What happens to us?”
I tried to smile but failed. “I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
“You’ll stay in Mexico?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t you have to go home?”
“I don’t have to go anywhere, Alana.”
“What if I want to see you again?”