“You’ve been a naughty girl,” Luke says in my ear. “So I have to punish your little pussy.”

  “But,” I whine.

  “You’re not ready,” he teases. He strums my clit in between spanks. “I’m too big for you.”

  I squeal, biting my lower lip until it hurts, the hot stabs of pleasure in my belly unbearable. I’m so wet, my mind so muddled I can’t make words come out my mouth.

  This man is driving me crazy.

  When he bends back, I snatch his cock. I’m surprised how soft the skin feels, like warm velvet stretched around the hard thickness underneath.

  “What are you doing, Piper?”

  “You’re not the only one who gets to touch whatever you like,” I say with a pout, stroking him with a forward grip. I’ve never done this before, but it’s not hard to figure out. I’ve seen him do it plenty of times.

  Luke lets out another growl. He’s about to say something, but I stroke him faster, pushing him back until he sits on his heels.

  “Fuck,” he grunts. His abs are tucked in tight, the knobs of muscle bunched into ridges. “Suck my cock,” he commands.

  My eyes flick up.

  I kiss the swollen tip of his erection before I open my mouth wider, breathing through my nose as his pulsing shaft slides over my tongue. I have no idea what I’m doing, but the feel of my mouth tears more animal noises from his throat.

  Big hands run through my hair. “Good girl.”

  Half of him is still outside when he nudges the back of my throat. His musky taste smothers my senses as he starts to thrust, gently at first.

  “Baby girl, I could fuck your little mouth all night.”

  When I squeeze his balls, I feel them tense up.

  He lifts my head off his cock. “Get on all fours. I want to see your holes.”

  A hot thrill goes up my spine. I flip around and get on my hands and knees, twirling my upturned cheeks. I don’t even care what he does anymore, as long as I feel him, anywhere, everywhere.

  A hot slap stings my bottom. “Naughty, naughty girl. You’re just begging for my cock.”

  I reach under me with one hand to part my lips. “Yes, please.”

  A harder slap makes me yelp.

  “Not tonight. You’ll cum for me another way.”

  “I won’t,” I whine.

  Then I feel his heavy body caging me down, the muscles of his stomach pressed on my back. I arch from instinct as the length of his cock slides between my thighs to massage my drenched folds.

  He thrusts, not into me, but under me, his cock so long it taps the peak of my clit with every swing of his hips. He fucks me without fucking me, pounding at my buttocks with his hips.

  “Oh God.”

  “That’s right, darling. There’s more than one way to please your pussy.”

  He spanks my bottom as he thrusts, the shaft of his cock sliding against my swollen folds, the tip rolling across my clit with every heave. He bites my shoulder then, and fingers skate over that sensitive nub of pulsing nerves below. My clit that’s been teased and used and fondled all night explodes and I fall to my elbows and cum with a scream.

  Drained.

  I can scarcely breathe.

  He turns me on my back. I’m still gasping when his tongue curls up under my front wall.

  I spill into another orgasm that wrenches through my body. My bottom arches off the bed and I cry out again.

  Luke’s handsome features are twisted, dark with lust. He smacks his heavy cock right on my clit. Once.

  Twice.

  The third smack makes his body jerk. A rope of white cum shoots out of his tip. He’s still coming two seconds later, squirt after squirt that drenches my belly. After the last squirt, he smears his release all over my skin and down to my soaked pussy. He marks me with his scent.

  My chest rises and falls.

  We’re both a mess.

  Luke lets out a long breath. He glances at Bandit who hasn’t moved at all.

  “Would you look at that,” he says in an oddly curious voice that makes me laugh.

  “Told you,” I say, tapping his nose. “Bandit will sleep through anything.”

  Luke kisses me before he glances at my sex, and his cock starts rising again. "Tempting," he growls.

  “Too late. I’d rather cuddle.”

  He smirks. “We can cuddle.”

  A buzzing sound wakes me the next morning. Must be my phone in the backpack. Unlike Bandit, I’m a very light sleeper.

  Luke’s musclebound arm is draped across my shoulder like a comforting blanket. I wiggle out from under him and slip on my clothes. I get my phone before I turn around to see his very hard cock. My hand goes to my mouth.

  He’s still sleeping.

  Okay . . .

  I didn’t know boys could do that. I think about a naughty way to wake him, reaching for his erection, but change my mind. He looks very peaceful. And though I want to spend more time against the solid warmth of this man, I can’t put off checking my phone any longer. Mom must be worried because I haven’t replied to her texts after leaving Boerne.

  I leave the room.

  It’s a hot day outside, the Texas sun beating down like a hammer.

  I walk around to the diner out front. Nora remembers me when I enter.

  “Where’s your boyfriend?” she says.

  He’s not really . . .” Boyfriend seems too pale a term to describe Luke. But if he’s not my boyfriend, then what is he? Lover. The word fits him perfectly, but I won’t tell Nora that. “My man’s sleeping,” I say as she leads me to a table.

  Nora smiles. “That’s a shame.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “He’s a looker, hon. We don’t get many lookers stopping by.”

  I blush. “Well he’s taken.”

  “Oh I’m sure,” Nora says with a laugh.

  I order eggs over easy and a cup of coffee, taking out one of the $100 bills Luke had given me at the bus station. I hate using his money and promise myself I’ll pay him back someday. Maybe once we get to San Diego.

  It’s hard to believe he’s coming with me. We’ve only just met, but I can’t ignore the feeling that I’ve known him for years, that he’s the one.

  My spirits sag a bit.

  Isn’t that what Mom always says about her boyfriends? I feel like I’ve known that man my whole life. It’s always the same those first few weeks, the honeymoon phase. Then things go sour. And before long, she’s bitter.

  I shake the thought away. Luke's not like those men, I'm sure. He can't be.

  After Nora brings my eggs, I check my messages.

  Fifteen.

  Mostly from Mom—and two from Sheriff Rose.

  I call Mom first and she picks up right away.

  “Piper Ginn, where have you been?”

  “On vacation.”

  “Don’t give me any lip. Where’d you run off too? I’ve been worried sick and Gavy’s looking for you too.”

  Gavy is what Mom calls Gavril Marsh. Hearing his name burns away the guilt in my chest. “Oh he already found me once. He was nice enough to call me a little tramp.”

  “Gavy’s just mad you ran off, he’s worried. He ain’t like the other men. You oughta be thankful he’s even looking for you.”

  Her words are expected. Mom is still on her honeymoon with Gavril Marsh. “You sent him after me?”

  “Course I did! You’re my daughter. If I didn’t have to work, I’d look for you myself. That’s what you oughta be doing, Piper Ginn. Working. Not fooling around. Now you tell me where you are right this minute, and I'll send Gavy to pick you up.”

  “Would you break up with him if I came home?”

  Mom snorts. “What on earth would I do that for? He’s a good man, perfect for us. You’ll see.”

  Same Mom.

  “I’m not going back,” I say. I can’t spend another day in our rundown trailer-house that always smells like cigarettes and beer. A new man every six months that always ends up breaking Mom’s heart. I’ll never abandon my mother, but I need to find my own place first.

  Then there’s Luke. “I met someone,” I say.

  “Someone who?” Mom says. Her tone disapproves already.

  “A man,” I say. “Ask Gavril. He met him.”

  “A man?”

  “His name is Luke.”

  “Piper, you got any clue about the bad people in this world?” Mom raises her voice. She’s very cautious when it comes to men she’s not dating. “How do you know this Luke ain’t crazy? How do you know he won’t drag you off somewhere and slit your throat?”

  “If he wanted to do that, he woulda done it already.” I pause. “He’s not like the men you’re used to.” I’m sure he isn’t. I believe he isn’t.

  She falls silent and I hear her voice breaking. Along breaks my determination. I can’t let her hurt on my account. She hurts enough without me.

  “He’s a good man,” I say gently. Years of dodging her boyfriends’ drunken outbursts have taught me a few things about judging men. “I can tell, he’d never hurt me.”

  “Where are you? Tell me right this minute.”

  “Sheffield,” I say in a tiny voice. “Please listen, I’m fine. Luke treats me well. I have to go now, I’ll call you when we reach Phoenix. I promise I’ll look out for myself. Bye, Mom.”

  I end the call because I know if given a chance, she can talk me into anything. And she'll probably send Gavril after me again, but I'm not worried. Gavril Marsh is no match for Lusander Alvarez.

  Sheriff Daisy Rose is a different matter. Rose settled in Texas fifteen years back, and she’s tough, I know that much. Tough enough that she beat out the man who ran for sheriff three years ago. Daisy Rose is the first woman sheriff in the history of Kenedy County.

  My fingers shake as I call her next.

  “Daisy speaking,” she says. The sheriff sounds like she’s driving.

  “It’s Piper Ginn.”

  “You know where I am, Piper?”

  “Driving?”

  “I’m driving down I-10 looking for you. Your mother’s worried.”

  “You didn’t have to come out here for me.”

  “But I did.”

  “I’m eighteen, Sheriff. I can run off if I want, it ain’t against the law.”

  “That’s right. No law against being foolish.”

  “You got nothing better to do than chasing after me?”

  “There are four hundred fifty-eight people in Kenedy County. I’m responsible for all of them, including you. It’s my luck most of my people don’t cause hardly any trouble. So when I have a problem, I devote myself to that problem. And right now, that problem is you. You know me, Piper. I won’t ever stop looking.”

  I do know her. For the past three years she’s been checking on me every week. She knows what Mom is like. “I’m in Sheffield,” I say. “If you get here before we leave, then I’ll talk to you.”

  “Who’s we?”

  “A guy I met.”

  Rose makes a gurgling sound. “A guy you met on the road?”

  “At Walmart.”

  “Dammit, Piper.”

  “He takes care of me, okay? I don’t need any help.”

  “Don’t go anywhere. I’m on my way.”

  I hear her engine rev up before the call ends. Better warn Luke about the money in his SUV before she gets here.

  But I had to tell her. If Daisy Rose says she won’t stop looking until she talks with me, then she means it.

  “Everything okay?” Nora asks when she drops off my check.

  “I’ll let you know when I find out.”

  “One of those days huh?”

  “Yup.”

  I order takeout for Luke and Bandit before heading back to the room.

  Luke’s already up, sitting at the foot of the bed with no shirt on. He’s tossing a ball of paper at the wall, and Bandit would scamper off to get it. I think they’re playing catch.

  “Are you trying to turn her into a dog?”

  “She has a talent for it,” he says with a smile.

  I set down a takeout box for Bandit by the other bed, and she digs into a tuna salad sandwich.

  “Went to get breakfast,” I say.

  “Good girl.”

  “Yes I am.”

  “Better than you know.” A kiss grazes my neck.

  “Hurry up and eat!”

  He sits at a small table near the window, dicing his eggs into small pieces with a spork before he wolfs them down. He eats fast. But neatly. Graceful. He’s a graceful guy now that I think about it.

  I sit across from him. Again I get the feeling he doesn’t quite belong in those rugged jeans and shirt. He acts like no biker I’ve ever known, but I haven’t met every biker in the world.

  “What are you staring at, baby girl?”

  I shrug. “We can’t leave just yet.” I tell him about Gavril Marsh first. My mother’s newest boyfriend is searching for me, and Mom wants me to come home herself.

  Luke listens calmly. “And what do you want?” he says.

  “Stay with you.”

  “That’s all that matters.”

  “So simple?”

  “Some things are.”

  “Another person’s looking for me too.” I swallow a breath. “Sheriff Rose from Kenedy County. I think that was her cruiser we saw at the hotel in Boerne.”

  To my surprise, Luke maintains his composure.

  “What for?” he says.

  “She’s always looked out for me. Rose isn’t a typical cop.” Even by the standards of rural Texas, Daisy Rose likes to keep things personable. She knows everyone in Kenedy County by their first names.

  “Guess we’ll stay for a while,” Luke says.

  “You’re not worried?”

  “I’ve got nothing to hide.”

  “Other than the money,” I murmur. “Aren’t you worried about that?”

  “Why should I? This Rose is here about you. And the last thing we need is some sheriff following us across state lines. We’ll wait for her.”

  “It could be a long wait.”

  “I didn’t mean we’ll be waiting.” He pushes out of his chair. “Get in bed, darling. Time for dessert.”

  Chapter Six

  Luke

  Law enforcement of any kind makes me wary, but I’m not concerned. I trust Piper. If staying in Sheffield for a few more hours will give us a clean break from the past, then it's worth it.

  When I left Santa Muerte, I didn’t know my destination.

  Now I know. My future belongs with Piper and I won’t let anything jeopardize that.

  Passing the time won’t be difficult. My dick throbs when I look over her curvy thighs in those snug cutoff shorts. I need to see her little pussy again.

  She climbs onto the bed, her eyes glazed over with desire. I know what she wants. Every fiber in my body tightens when I think of putting my cock into her virgin pussy, but not yet. Not until we reach San Diego.

  Right now, an orgasm for my darling will do. An orgasm or two. After I get her shorts off, I fist my shaft and glare at her white panties. The wet patch grows bigger under my gaze.

  I run my thumb over the bump of her clit, watching the spams that pass over her face. The scent of her desire reaches my nose.

  Sweet heaven, strawberries and honey.

  “Does your pussy always smell so good, baby girl?”

  Piper blushes even more. She chews her lip before she says, “I don’t know. You’re the only one I’ve showed it to.”

  A beastly growl rumbles from my throat. My balls harden to boulders.

  I take her clothes off with quick yanks, my cock leaking cum. I get her naked beneath me, the ripe curves of her body enticing the animal thrashing under my skin. My erection jerks up as I run a thumb around her stiff nipple.

  I grind my teeth together, thinking of all the ways I can mark her without fucking her pussy. God she’s beautiful. More perfect than perfection. More lovely than—

  I’m no fucking poet.

  What I need is the taste of her cunt on my tongue before I go insane.

  Bending down, I lick along her slit to that delicate bud at the top. Her juices slather my taste buds. She’s divine. But I want to taste her other hole too, that little pink hole all puckered under her dripping pussy.

  “Baby girl,” I growl, “I want you to get on all fours like you did last night.”

  She obeys at once. Such a good girl, rearing her heart-shaped ass for my inspection, and I stroke myself to ease the throb crawling through my balls.

  “Like this?” she whispers.

  “Just like that. Now, I’m gonna do something new, and I want you to hold still for me. Can you do that, baby?”

  “Yes,” she moans.

  I paw her cheeks and thrust my tongue into her asshole. Piper yelps, the tight ring of muscle fighting against my tongue, but she's letting me in no matter what. Swirl after swirl, I lick her loose until I can wiggle just inside her warm hole.

  “Oh!”

  That’s right, darling. Just like that.

  I work my tongue until her whimpers blend into nonstop moans, then I lick down to her pussy before I go up again. Over and over in circles. I feel her folds quiver before she cums all over my tongue.

  My cock’s tearing itself apart.

  “Roll on your back, baby. My turn.”

  She turns around, her eyes roving over my abs. I move up her body until I straddle her waist.

  “What are you doing?” she gasps.

  Squeezing her breasts, I kiss each nipple before I pinch them. I slide my cock between her tits, then push them together while I grind against her.

  Piper’s eyes go huge.

  “This is called a titty fuck, sweetness. Until I get my cock in you, I’ll be fucking you lots of different ways, and this is one of them.” I can’t stop the dirty words tumbling out of me, the primal instinct to ravish my chosen mate. “Put your little hands on my cock.”

  She utters a soft moan, locking her fingers against my thrusts, and that's all the sensation I need. My balls haul up fiercely, cum jetting out in a violent spray over her breasts and throat.

  Then I sag on top of her, careful to keep my weight off.

 

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