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  “I was in a hiding space.”

  “What?”

  “A hiding space.”

  “Just repeating what you said doesn't help me figure out what you meant, Daniel,” she said.

  “You full-named me!” he exclaimed. After another pause, he said, “The safe house has some secret spaces I haven’t shown you. Places people can hide in...” He trailed off.

  She knew where he was going with that general direction. As happy and warm as she was feeling right now sitting here with him, there was still the fact that someone wanted her or him or both of them murdered. And she didn’t want to ask too many questions just yet; he was barely telling her things, and she didn’t want to risk the chance of scaring him off. So she waited for him to continue, leaning in just barely closer when he started speaking again.

  “I was on the phone with an old friend,” he continued. “Sullivan.” He looked at her for a second, recognizing the way her eyebrows crinkled in confusion at the name. “You wouldn’t know him.”

  “So anyway, I wanted to know his thoughts on all this.” He waved his hand around in the air, as if presenting something to her. Victoria couldn’t figure out what it was, but she went with it anyway. “Scores need to be settled. You know what I mean?”

  She didn’t. She nodded anyway. He could explain it later, and she didn’t think she’d be able to make sense of any his club crap right now anyway. It was stupid to get involved in that stuff, and she was sure whatever was going on was equally as stupid too.

  He smiled. “Good. So, I called him and asked about some debts that haven’t been paid off. Looked for possible grudges to be had.” She looked at his hands while he talked. He moved them a lot. His touch kept going back to the cards, and she could barely register what he was saying. Eventually, he noticed, and he smiled at her and then shut up.

  So they kept playing the game, and he promised her he would show her everything later. And even though he meant in the safe house, Victoria hoped he meant something else.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Victoria

  He must have.

  More time had gone by since they'd talked about whatever was going on in the outside world. But it was easy enough to detach themselves from the fear of that club, and just sit in the warmth of the safe house and be two people together. But it wasn’t a normal situation at all, even excluding the fact that both of them were at risk of being killed.

  Victoria only had her underwear guarding her dignity. One of her arms was draped around her chest, hiding her nipples from view.

  Darren had his boxers – he had been wearing them after all – but that was it. This round of cards would determine who was naked first.

  Victoria tried not to shake as she examined her cards. She looked through what she held in her hand, trying to guard it from him. She couldn’t give away a tell like Darren had earlier. Whoever won this hand was going to be naked, and she wanted it to be him.

  She looked at what she had in her hand. It wasn’t the best, but she had a king and a queen, and then a couple other mixed numbers. She chose the king and the queen. That was the best she had, and she doubted he had any better.

  He didn’t.

  They put the cards down, and she could immediately see that he knew what he had to do.

  Her voice came out higher than she intended it to. “Why do you look so pleased?”

  He didn’t say anything. She expected him to just start taking off his boxers, or maybe delay it so he could act like a stripper and make her even more flustered. He did none of those things.

  Turning his body so he faced her, he reached over like he was about to touch her. She didn’t even think of moving away; everything inside her wanted to get closer to him. Nonetheless, his torso touched her before she knew what was happening.

  And then he was pushing down on her.

  There were so many emotions running through her and she wasn’t sure on what she should focus on first. The pressure of the couch behind her was hard against her, even as her body started to sink more into the plush cushions. Darren was hard against her, his body pressing down on hers. She couldn’t get any further into the couch.

  She felt her breath catch in her throat, thinking about what all of this meant. There was no way this was an accident, and there was no way she was going to say something that would make this end. She was about to say something, anything, but there was no reason for her to touch him with just words.

  Her hands went to his back, dropping down to the small of it. She couldn’t help it; she reached for his boxers, trying to pull them down without making him think that she was desperate for his cock. But everything in her was shaking, and she wanted him.

  And he knew it, too, and he wasn’t going to wait. It didn’t matter that they barely knew anything about each other, and that this might not mean anything to her in a while’s time, or so he feared, at least. It meant something to the both of them now.

  His hand went to her jaw. He lifted her face up to his, and then he crushed his mouth to hers.

  Their lips pressed against each other’s hard, both of them trying to hold onto the kiss. Their lips slipped against one another’s before they finally got a hold of each other fully. His hand went from her jaw to the back of her neck, to her hair, where he pulled it up into a makeshift ponytail. The way he did that made her face him even more, and she wrapped a leg around his so there was no chance of her falling beneath him.

  Not that falling was a risk. She just wanted him on top of her.

  She could feel how hard his cock was even more now. She moved her mouth away from his, making her way to his neck. It was a struggle; his hand was still in her hair, but as she moved his grip loosened. She kissed his neck, making her way towards his shoulder.

  And then he grabbed her hair again.

  He yanked her hair up with just enough force to move her, but not enough to hurt her, so she had to stop what she was doing. She gasped, going back to looking at him, just in time to see his other hand go to her neck.

  He pressed against her gently, and her legs started to shake at the choke. That’s when she realized that her arm was no longer covering her chest. Darren still held onto her neck, holding her still as his eyes roamed her chest. Her nipples were hard and pink and large, and he wanted them. He wanted her; he was going to do everything to her body that he possibly could, and she knew it.

  One of his hands went to her chest. He grabbed one of her nipples, moving it and rolling it around between his forefinger and thumb. She closed her eyes at his touch, but then he started pinching her. Her eyes opened. His hand went from one breast to the other, and she sighed.

  His hand at her neck had long since stopped pressing down. She barely noticed when both of his hands left her, though. She only realized long enough to miss his touch, and then the warmth of his breath was at her chest.

  He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking deeply as she held onto his back. It felt so good and he hadn’t even touched her where she yearned to be touched. She wrapped her other leg around him, trying to get closer, pressing herself up against the hardness of his cock.

  He stopped her, planting a hand on her stomach in between them and continuing to kiss her. He bit and he licked and he sucked, and all she could do was moan.

  She was powerless, and she loved it.

  His kisses moved south, leaving her cleavage and dipping down towards her stomach. He left a trail of kisses there, biting her on the flesh there before focusing his attention on her hips. But that did nothing to hide what he was really doing. Both of his hands were at her panties. He grabbed the fabric between them, snapping it against her skin.

  Then he started to pull them down, her protesting between her moans.

  “You lost that round,” she said.

  He stopped, her panties still on her.

  “You're supposed to get naked first,” she explained.

  Fair was fair, but he wasn't going to do it himself. He took one of her hands
in his, bringing it to the bulge of his cock through his boxers. She blushed at the warmth, but she didn’t pull away. She pressed down on it, squeezing his length in her hands.

  And then she pulled her hand up and away, snapping the band of his boxers like he’d just done to her panties. But she couldn’t wait. Her other hand joined her, and she pulled away his last scrap of clothing as quickly as she dared.

  His boxers weren’t even fully off before his magnificent cock sprung free. It was thick and long, and so hard, and it was all for her. He was still in between her legs, waiting, but that stopped as soon as he was naked.

  His hands ripped her underwear off of her, the wet fabric leaving her pussy desperate and soaked and bare. He looked at her again, and then he took her hand back. He didn’t need to bring it back, though. Her hand went to his cock freely, stroking from its tip to its full length. She could feel it pulse in her hand and she struggled not to beg him to push it inside her. His hand went to her, too, teasing her slit, and she prepared herself for the invasion of his fingers.

  But it didn’t happen.

  His hand went to his cock, too, and then his cock pressed to the wet line of her pussy. He dragged the head across her slit over and over again, leaving her a trembling ball of agony and arousal. His lips were at her shoulder, her neck, falling back to her breasts as he teased her. The hand that wasn't working on dragging his cock over her naked pussy was in her hair, drawing her neck back so none of her skin was safe from his lips, his kisses, his teeth.

  It went on forever. Every time she thought he was going to enter her, he didn’t. He barely put the head into her once, and she prepared herself, imagining what it’d be like to be filled with that thick cock of his. Could she take it?

  But then he’d pull away again, and her thighs squeezed together as her body cried for him to come back inside her. She was flushed, she was hot, she needed Darren.

  Her teeth crushed together as she tried to keep from crying out, from begging for him to just fuck her. But that was what he wanted, and he told her so, whispering it in her ear as he bit down on her lobe gently.

  Begging did nothing.

  “Please,” the word came out tiny and full of need.

  But he pulled his cock away from her, replacing it with his hand as his thumb stroked across her needy clit. He pushed a fingertip into her, but it wasn’t enough. The rest of his finger entered, quickly followed by another. And then, just as quickly as he’d entered, he pushed away.

  The head of his cock was at her swollen pussy at an instant. He pushed in, and she was shocked at the feeling of fullness.

  And then he started thrusting.

  He pushed into her hard and fast, again and again, entering her as she shoved against him. His hands went to her legs, stretching them and pulling them high up around his hips as he fucked her. Even as she fucked back and clung to him, he didn’t let go.

  Victoria was overcome with feelings she didn’t even know she could have. Her body begged for this to never end, and she swore she could feel his cock all the way up to her stomach as he pushed her open. She gasped again, her breath ragged, her fingernails dragging down his back as he fucked her relentlessly with some rough type of love.

  She could feel her orgasm rising in her, and he picked up speed like he could feel she was near. She came, riding high up in the clouds, moving her hands from his back to his shoulders as she clung to him.

  And the way her pussy contracted around him as she came was amazing, and it pushed her even closer to something more. He brought a hand in between them, dragging his fingers up and down her clit.

  But neither of them could last, and they came, the both of them a quivering mess on the couch, sweaty, clinging, and full of emotions that neither of them could describe.

  Victoria kissed his neck, bowing her head to him. She didn’t want it to end.

  And it wouldn’t.

  He gripped her, turning her body and placing her on top of him as his cock started to grow even harder a second time. She looked down at him, her eyes gazing into his. She couldn’t see what he was thinking, but she swore that they were both in the same state of emotion. That she felt something for him, that he felt something for her.

  That maybe they were meant to be together, and maybe this wasn’t just some type of fun. Maybe there was a reason someone had shot at her that day, and that reason was that they’d end up together.

  That was crazy talk. For now, this was good enough, but she didn’t want to never have this type of night with him again. She wanted it in her life – for now, and forever.

  She put her hand over his heart, branching her fingertips across his chest before stroking all the muscles there. She found her way down to his abs and touched them, making her way down the small happy trail of hair that led to his cock.

  She could see it now, better than she had in the brief moment before he’d plunged into her. She wanted to touch him in every way, and have him do the same to her.

  And she knew they would.

  She brought her hand to it, aligning his cock with the line of her slit like they had earlier. This time, though, she was even wetter from before, both with her arousal, and with his semen dripping out of her. She bit her lips, thinking about everything. This was a bad idea; she could get pregnant.

  She’d deal with that later. Right now, she didn’t really care. She plunged herself down on his cock, taking as much of his hard length in her as she could at once. His hands went to her ass, helping to force her down and pulling her cheeks apart while he spanked her.

  And then they fucked. Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  # # #

  Darren

  She was asleep when he heard the knock on the door. She was in her panties and his T-shirt, but she wore no bra. That was still on the floor from where she’d discarded it earlier. Darren was entirely naked, holding her on his lap and in his arms.

  They were both still on the couch. For now.

  At the sound of the rap there, though, Darren got up. He didn’t even have the time to throw his boxers on in his hurry; this could be an emergency. He turned to Victoria, putting a finger over his lips and telling her to wait there. But she was still asleep.

  Fuck.

  When he’d gone to Victoria and proposed a game of Snap, he hadn’t really thought about his gun or his phone. He looked to the coffee table, where he’d hurriedly stowed his phone and his pistol earlier. Where the fuck were his pants? He couldn’t just go to the door naked.

  Well, he could. And he’d better check who it was.

  It was probably just some idiot coming to collect a debt, anyway. That was the only type of person who knew where this safe house was.

  That didn’t mean he was going to open the door, however. He made his way to it, looking through the peephole to see who was on the other side. He couldn’t really see shit, though, so he turned a little bit of the curtain open so he could see out and whoever was waiting couldn’t see in.

  The person standing there was scrawny. Barely a man; probably a boy, even. Maybe 17, 18. No. He was probably more like 19 or 20; he just suffered from a severe case of baby face. Darren didn’t want to deal with this.

  He was turning back when the knock came again. So maybe he had to answer it. Great.

  Goddamn. Where the hell were his pants? He looked back to the living room, where Victoria was still sprawled out on the couch wearing only his shirt and her underwear. They'd pushed them onto her in a hurry last night so his cum wouldn’t spill out of her. His heart panged at the thought of it; he had to be careful. He couldn’t let anything happen to Victoria.

  His pistol was still in his hands. He backtracked, walking carefully back to the couch. He was as silent as he could be. There was no need to wake her up; this was probably nothing. He could get back to her and cuddle her in a few minutes, even. Or he could just ignore baby face and do it now.

  A few more knocks came in rapid succession. One knock, and then
a second knock, and then another, until the hits assaulting his door came in rows of three. Knock, knock, knock.

  Finally, he found his jeans behind the couch, where he’d thrown them over the couch yesterday as some kind of dramatic strip tease. His mind drifted back to what’d happened with Victoria last night and he couldn’t suppress the smile.

  But he had to deal with this.

  His pistol was still in his hand. There was likely nothing to worry about, he reminded himself again. But it was better safe than sorry.

  He went over to the door. Looking through the window again, he saw that the dude was still there. He felt weird even having to answer the door to this guy. Well, he didn’t have to answer the door. Anyway, as soon as he opened it, he was going to tell this guy to fuck off.