“No,” he says. “But you want to be.”

  “Well,” I stammer, “I’ve been good for eighteen years and it hasn’t gotten me much.”

  He glares at my face. With me sitting and him on his knees, we’re at eye level. I can’t get the thought out of my head that he’s my prince. “Why’d you get two rooms?” I say. “This one’s got two beds.”

  Stupid question.

  The only reason he got two rooms was to make me feel safe. But I’ve never felt unsafe since I got in his car. I know if I asked him to leave, he would. But I’m not asking.

  Even now I feel strangely safer knowing what he wants.

  I want it too.

  I’ve never wanted anything more. But I need him to say it. I need him to tell me beyond any doubt, because a part of me doesn’t believe him. How can I? I must look like a mess, and he’s staring like I’m Cinderella.

  He opens the top button of his shirt.

  Then another.

  And another.

  All the way down until I see the ridged abs that sheet his torso, the thick muscles that form a vee in his hips. Oh my. He tosses his shirt onto the other bed and Bandit jumps on it. She finally ignores us, content with her new toy.

  Luke scoops me into his arms and I yelp. He carries me into the large bathroom, sets me on a marble sink, and my arms loop around his neck by themselves. My face feels like fever.

  He leans against my ear and my pussy clenches. The scruff on his jaw prickles my chin.

  “Daddy’s gonna give you a bath,” he growls.

  “H-He is?”

  “Yes,” Luke says between his teeth.

  The big man runs a warm bath that soon steams. He looks over the small bottles stacked in a pyramid on the sink, then picks out a glass one filled with tiny crystals. Tipping it over the bath, he tells me it’s bath salt, which is good for my skin and will help me relax.

  “I don’t want you salting my bath,” I say.

  He smiles for the first time since we got here. “It’s not that kind of salt. You’ll like it.”

  A clean, mineral fragrance with a hint of fresh grass fills the air. “Smells nice I guess.”

  Luke picks out another bottle that has a green leaf on the front. A strawberry too. It’s labeled Shampoo. “This has aloe vera. Scented with strawberries.”

  I roll my eyes. “Seriously?”

  “You deserve the best.”

  As my heart beats faster, he pulls off my top and shorts and puts them in a laundry basket tagged Room Service. This is the first hotel I've been to that washes your laundry. It's the first hotel I've been to, actually.

  And then I realize, a bit late, that all I’ve got on are panties and my bra.

  “I could just eat you up, baby girl.”

  “Are you a cannibal or something?”

  “If cannibals eat pussy.”

  I flash my eyes.

  He pulls my panties down and unclasps my bra, kissing me so I can’t see what his hand’s doing between my thighs, but I gasp with every turn of his fingers.

  I’ve touched myself before, waking up after a dream of some handsome prince that only exists in my imagination. That prince always left me longing for more. Those dreams are nothing next to the hot shivers streaking through me now.

  My hips shake as Luke’s tongue slips over mine, and his fingers roll over my clit. Then he leans back to suck his fingers clean.

  “Even your pussy tastes like strawberries.”

  “Okay that’s just bullshit—”

  He puts his finger on my mouth. “If I say your little pussy tastes like strawberries, then it does. You’re a treasure, Piper. I’ll have to keep you forever because I love eating strawberries.”

  “F-Forever?”

  He grins wickedly. “Forever and a day.”

  “Quit being a smartass,” I snap. He’s sweet-talking me, must be. Forever doesn’t happen in real life.

  “I’ll show you smartass.” He tears off his jeans and briefs with angry rips.

  My mouth falls open when I see what’s between his muscled thighs. The thick, veined cock pointing at me, so big I couldn’t close my fingers around the middle.

  He turns around to check the bath again, and his buttocks scissor like two buns of hard meat. I lick my lips.

  “Um . . .”

  “Yeah?” he says, one hand swirling in the water.

  “You have a great butt,” I say sheepishly, trying to sound like a confident woman instead of a virgin who’s never been in bed before.

  “Show me yours,” he says, still checking the water. The muscles in his backside shift in all sorts of ways that make my belly tug.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Hop off the sink, darling.”

  I’m embarrassed how fast I hop.

  He looks over his shoulder. “Turn around.”

  I turn slowly on tiptoes, my breaths choppy. I hear him hiss.

  “Piper, I could just sink my teeth into your—”

  “You better not!”

  I feel him moving closer as the back of my neck prickles. Firm hands squeeze my rear cheeks before a slap makes me gasp.

  “You’ve been hiding all your treasures from me, darling.”

  My chest flutters.

  Luke's so tall his chin touches the top of my head. His hands slide around my belly to the heat between my thighs, to the pulse in my clit. “Ever had an orgasm before? Or do I have to teach you?”

  “I know how to cum,” I mutter.

  “Yeah? Let me show you anyway,” he sweeps aside the back of my hair to kiss over my nape, “you’re gonna cum for me tonight.”

  Another slap jiggles my rear.

  I gulp. “You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “In some matters.”

  He turns me to face him.

  A hot storm behind his eyes.

  He guides me to the big tub as he strokes my hair and kisses my shoulder. I spot nozzles under the water along one side. He sits me against that side, and right away I melt from the massaging current flowing around my back.

  “Enjoy it, darling. But keep your eyes on me.”

  “Okay . . .”

  He sits on the rim, a metallic man scent wafting from his body like some strange perfume I’ve never smelled before.

  “Touch your pussy for me.”

  I make a face.

  He takes my hand, guiding it to my desire. “Use those fingers, baby girl.”

  I rub my folds under the water while he watches, my legs spread wide. His eyes travel from my sex to my face, taking in everything in between. I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanted.

  “Good girl,” Luke says through his teeth. “Such a pretty little pussy.” He starts stroking that big cock, his face so absorbed it’s embarrassing.

  My fingers move faster. “You should know something,” I breathe. “I’ve never been with anyone before.”

  The fist around his cock pauses. A clear bead forms on the swollen tip.

  His eyes harden before they soften. “Fuck.”

  “I just thought you should know.” My tummy’s squeezing so tight I might pass out.

  He climbs into the bathtub and somehow wedges his massive frame between my legs. He tips my chin up with a firm finger.

  “Good that you told me. I was about to ravage your pussy.”

  “Ravage?”

  “Ravage,” he growls, touching his forehead to mine. “We’ll take it slow for now. I will never hurt you. Your first time will be perfect.”

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  “But if I don’t cum soon my balls are gonna burst. So put those little hands on my cock. I’m gonna wash your hair and you just work me.”

  When I touch him, I feel a jerk in his shaft that makes me flinch. The heat under my palms is incredible.

  I stroke him slowly using both hands to get a good grip.

  He lathers shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp all the while. His abs flex and loosen inches from my face.

  “Am I doing good?” I whisper.

  “Perfect. Get one hand on my balls, darling.”

  Instead of doing that, I kiss the thick head of his cock. “Do you like that, Daddy?”

  Luke hisses. “Goddamn it, Piper.”

  I stroke him faster and get ready to taste him again.

  His whole bendy tenses, every muscle straining under the skin. Then he takes my hands away, grabs my hips to lift me out of the water, and pin me against the wet tiles.

  “I won’t pop your pussy tonight, but I want a taste right fucking now.” He pushes me up the wall higher and higher, his biceps bulging out, until my entrance meets his face. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”

  I rest them around his neck as I gulp down steam.

  He gets his hands under my bottom, holding me steady. Cords rise on his neck. “Just relax while I lick your little pussy.”

  I could never relax, not with the flicks of his tongue on my clit, the flat side teasing over my folds. I feel an itching trickle like I have to pee, and the sensation sharpens every time the tip of his tongue lashes my nub. Moaning like crazy, I turn my head aside and tear my fingers through his hair.

  Hungry slurps fill the room.

  “Like strawberries,” Luke growls. He stabs his tongue into me as strong lips seal around my clit.

  The trickle explodes and my back arches as I gush on his mouth. He sucks out my juices, pushing my body higher, and pleasure wrings me like a rag.

  I’m dizzy when he finally sets me down. He cradles me in the tub with my back against his solid chest, and the length of his thick cock curves up between my thighs. I rub against him as the shudders in his body quicken.

  I feel his cock jump before a gooey spurt hits my inner thigh.

  “Did you . . . ?” I moan.

  “Yes. My seed belongs in your pussy, but we have plenty of time. You need to rest now.”

  “Don’t sleep in the other room,” I whisper.

  “Wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

  Chapter Four

  Luke

  By the time Piper wakes up, it’s almost ten. A new day.

  We should’ve left earlier, but she needed the sleep.

  Leaving her in bed under the covers, I go to the window and watch the parking lot below. My new Escalade is parked near the front office where I’d left it.

  I had to leave my bike behind in San Antonio. Losing my Harley V-Rod was painful, but I’m carrying millions in cash and needed trunk space. An Escalade is rugged enough, even if driving will never be the same as having an iron horse under my legs.

  I haven’t registered my new ride and there are no inspection plates. It shouldn’t be traceable, but I take every precaution.

  Those bad men I told Piper about are bloodthirsty motherfuckers. Especially Johann. And he’s been tracking me somehow.

  The parking lot is mostly empty, but I notice a police cruiser in the far corner. Probably just a local.

  Enough thinking.

  She stirs on the bed we shared last night.

  Bandit still dozes in my shirt on the other bed that she has all to herself. The furball can sleep another couple of minutes.

  “Morning,” Piper says with a yawn. She sits up, stretching, and the bounce in her breasts makes me hard instantly.

  “Morning,” I growl.

  Last night was hellish for me, but a hell I enjoyed. She’d been so close to my body, the soft curves of her rear pressed around my cock. After she fell asleep I stayed awake.

  At which point, I learned how painful self-control is.

  Everything I ached for was in my grasp, her ass pushing on my erection, her soft breaths like whispers in my ears, the scent of her hair in my nose. I wrestled with my urges. I wanted to sneak my cock into her little pussy, get my hands on her tits and my mouth on her throat.

  But I controlled my urges. I’m not putting my dick in her while she’s sleeping. I would never betray her trust.

  She’s mine—I know this heart and soul, so I’ll be patient. When she’s ready. But I’m gonna make her cum every day from this day forward. I’m gonna taste her sweet pussy every night.

  “Whatcha staring at?” Piper says.

  “You.”

  She blushes.

  I sit on the bed. “The hotel had our clothes cleaned.” I pick her panties out of the fresh basket. “Stand up, darling. Let me dress you.”

  “Oh you don’t have to—”

  “I want to.”

  She crawls out of bed and stands between my legs, her messy bed hair getting me harder. I kiss each of her nipples, then rub her clit a bit. She’s wet, my naughty girl, and the blush that spreads over her chest is fucking adorable.

  I fit the panties around her feet, tugging it up her legs until they’re snug around her hips. A wet spot forms right over her pussy, and I kiss it again. “That’s a good girl.”

  “And you’re still bad,” she breathes.

  “Damn straight.” My cock is rock hard under my jeans as I kiss over her belly.

  “The rest of my clothes,” she whispers.

  I can’t control myself any longer. “Not yet. I’m gonna have to make your panties dirty.”

  Her eyes fix on me. “W-What?”

  I yank down the front of her panties, stand up and free my erection, and I stroke myself against her folds while she gasps. I rub my cock up and down her pink slit, lost in desire as my balls haul up. I cum all over her pretty hole. It takes every ounce of will I have not to take her virginity right here, but I still need to mark her any way I can.

  “You keep my cum on your pussy,” I say, tucking her panties up. “Understand?”

  She huffs.

  I kiss her hairline. “Good girl.”

  “You’re so dirty.”

  “Yeah? You woke my dirty side, darling. And there’s no going back.”

  She blushes redder, then shakes her head as I help her put on the rest of her clothes.

  After a hot breakfast in the dining lounge, we walk outside to my car. Piper carries her backpack with Bandit perched out like a stuffed animal.

  I might be imagining it, but Bandit’s fur looks glossier, her eyes brighter. Kittens seem easy to please. Show them a lot of love and attention, and they grow on you. Then again, that could be true of people too.

  Piper has one hand on the passenger side door, but her eyes are fixed on the police cruiser parked in the corner. I follow her gaze. The door emblem says Kenedy County Sheriff's Office.

  Piper’s home.

  I walk around to my girl. “You an outlaw, darling?”

  “You’re the outlaw,” she says back, but there’s no snap to her tone. She’s worried, staring at that dusty white cruiser.

  “Probably a coincidence,” I assure her. “They’re not looking for you.” If Piper’s an outlaw, I’m Santa Claus.

  She smiles.

  We leave Boerne behind, turning onto I-10 heading west. The countryside becomes dry and endless.

  Phoenix, Arizona is a thousand miles in front of us. I figure we can reach Phoenix before midnight if we drive nonstop. Another five hours to reach San Diego by the sea.

  And then what?

  Simple.

  Find Piper a place to stay. She wants to go to school? We’ll find her a school. Then we’ll live happily ever after. Shit, it’s California, the land of sunshine and beaches. I’m planning out this happy future in one side of my brain, while the other side—the hard side that’s kept me alive over the years—warns me nothing this good could ever be so easy.

  “What do you think are the chances of us running into a traffic jam all the way out here?” Piper says. She’s holding a sleepy Bandit in her lap.

  I tap the wheel. Empty plains of scrubs and thorny bushes stretch to the horizon all around us, but this road is packed bumper to bumper. “It always seems unlikely until it happens.”

  “Like meeting you, I guess.”

  “Yes. Like meeting you.”

  We’ve been stuck on this two-lane highway since noon, no more than a few hours out of Boerne.

  A bad accident ahead.

  At this rate we won’t even cross the Arizona border by nightfall, nevermind Phoenix.

  “One thing I liked about home,” Piper says, “is the lack of traffic jams.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yup. The busiest building near Mom’s house is the post office. Sounds exciting, right? Oh—I almost forgot to mention our town’s greatest story. You know who Dick Cheney is?”

  “Dick Cheney the VP?”

  “Mm-hmm. He had that hunting accident seven miles from where I live. Near this ranch. My mother’s real proud of that fact. We live near somewhere where somebody famous almost shot somebody else dead. She ain’t proud of much, but she’s proud of that.”

  I look at Piper, whose face is half-sad and half-amused. “I take it you don’t consider that fact particularly noteworthy.”

  “I might consider it noteworthy if it were Tom Cruise. I had a huge crush on him growing up.”

  “He’s too old for you.”

  She rolls her eyes. “The same could be said about you.”

  “I’m not that old.” And if Tom Cruise ever came anywhere near my girl, I’d knock his teeth out.

  “I kinda wish you’d left my panties alone this morning,” Piper says.

  My eyes flick to her. She looks unhappy, and I can’t tolerate seeing her unhappy. “What do you mean?”

  “Oh it was really hot and everything. But I can’t get the damp feeling out of my—”

  I slam the gas, going off-road while zooming past the jammed traffic of cars and big rig trucks. There’s a roadside gas station two miles ahead.

  “What are you doing?” Piper shouts.

  “I’m not leaving you uncomfortable,” I growl.

  She grabs the overhead handlebar. "I was just joking! I'm fine!"

  We reach the station in no time. The front lot’s packed, so I take us out back where no one can see. “Stay in the car, I’ll get you some cold water.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Just stay put, baby.”

  I buy a bottle of cold mineral water from the station's convenience store before I rush back to the car. I tell Piper to leave Bandit on the front seat, then I bring her to the other side of my Escalade.

  “You got a clean pair?” I say.

 

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