The Nightlife San Antonio: (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) (17 page)

He
slipped one finger into her ass, squeezed her butt cheek and then flipped her over. She squeaked in surprise. As he spread her legs, her hand found him rock-hard,
again
. The man never let up. She guided him in, helped him push inside her.

His grinning face leaned in as he settled his weight between her legs.
“The only mistake would be to not take your virginity at least once more before sunrise.”

She clawed at the sheets, gasping
as he finally broke through her barrier. She grunted through the pain, but then he sank in slow and deep, filling her completely. He filled her body and her soul, and she knew the pain was worth it. Adrian was worth it.

* * * *

Buzz, buzz, buzz
, Adrian’s cell phone went off on the hotel nightstand. He ignored it.

Buzz, buzz, buzz
. “Fuck!” He snatched it up and answered it. “Who the hell is calling me this time of day?”

“
I know it’s early and all, but, you gotta turn on the television, dude. Now.”

“Crenshaw?”
Adrian looked at his phone. His caller ID didn’t show a name tied to the San Antonio area code phone number.

“I’m serious, dude. If you’re near a TV, turn it to Channel Five news, right now.”

Adrian grumbled and grabbed the TV remote off the nightstand, turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. “Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” A sick feeling crept into Adrian’s stomach at the urgency underlying Crenshaw’s voice.

Channel F
ive news were filming outside the apartment complex, right at the front of Adrian’s apartment door. There were police swarming in and out of his apartment. He sat up and pushed Samantha’s sleeping body off his chest. “Son of a bitch!”

“
I didn’t think you had it in you, man. Four Black Hands? You killed four of ‘em. Damn.” Crenshaw whistled. “I swear you’re the stupidest, craziest mother I ever met.”

Adrian was speechless as the reporter rattled off something about killings, and a woman wanted in co
nnection with the Mexican Mafia, and gang-related deaths, blah, blah, blah…

“
You left a serious mess. The shit has officially hit the fan. We got a shit buffet going on here.”

Looked like t
he world was not going to wait for Adrian to have any
me
time. “How do they know this has anything to do with me?”

“Somebody saw you running with a girl. And I don’t think you need me to tell you who the cops suspect was with you. I tried to warn you to stay out of that shit. Why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you tell me you had the fucking Drug Queen hiding in yo
ur apartment? I’m connected bro. I coulda helped. If you ditch her now, tell the cops it was self-defense, they had y’all at gunpoint, you can still walk away from this. La Eme are known as terrorists. They’ve all done hard time. It’s a prison-based gang. Any judge or jury would believe this was self-defense.”

“Shit.” Adrian’s
mind was racing a million miles an hour, a dozen possibilities for his bleak future spinning off in all directions.

“My advice, whether you want it or not, is to call a lawyer. Now.”

In the heat of the moment, Adrian hadn’t stopped to think anything through. He’d just gone with the flow and the adrenaline, doing what he had to. But this wasn’t Iraq.

His parents c
ould probably help spring for a good attorney, and everyone at the hospital could testify he was
such a good guy
. Fuck running. Running was for cowards and guilty murderers. If he faced the law, now, with an attorney at his side and a plausible story, he could pull this off.

But what ab
out Samantha?

No
way she’d ever live down the warrants they had on her. If she was captured, she’d probably spend the next thirty-forty years behind bars, if not some worse fate when they discovered what she really was.

Fuck
. Why did he even care?

“Adrian
, I can hear you thinking, man. It’s about time you started thinking with the big head, instead of the little one. Chasing that tail got ya in a whole mess of shit. I can make some calls, find someone to get her out of town. She’s pure trouble, Adrian. You need to quit that woman, now. Right now. Where you at? I’ll come get you so your pickup doesn’t get impounded. I know a good attorney. He can make sure you get bail immediately.”

“Just back off and let me think for a minute!”
That shut Crenshaw up. For a few seconds.

“Man,
I could get my probation revoked just for calling you. I’m trying to help you, dude.”

Adrian
opened his mouth to speak, and then stopped. If there was anything Crenshaw actually knew, it was how to deal with a major criminal case. The man was a legal encyclopedia, a jailhouse attorney.

“Okay,
let’s meet tonight. The Alamo.”

“Are you shittin’ me?” Crenshaw’s voice rang with incredulity.
“There’s a dozen cops cruising around there on bicycles. They got pictures of her, man. They’re showing her hospital photos on the news. The woman is a hot commodity.”

“And why do
you care?”

A pregnant pause. “
I don’t need this shit. I’m just trying to help you man. You know what – forget I called, you deal with it.”

“Cren
shaw, wait!”

For a moment, Adrian thought he’d disconnected the call before Crenshaw sig
hed. “Man, I really don’t need this.”

Adrian jumped in quickly.
“How can you get her out of town to the coast? I want details.”

“
To the coast?” Crenshaw’s voice lifted in interest. “That’s easy. Nobody’s looking for people smuggling someone out the country. All the law cares about is people trying to get in. We can tuck her away, no problem. Going to the coast is actually easier than trying to go north where the border checkpoints are. That’s smart, dude.”

“I
f I meet you tonight, you promise you can get her to the coast with no problems?”

“Adrian, there ain’t
no guarantees in life. I promise that my boys will do their best, and they been doing this kinda shit for years. We got a network all over Texas.”

“Fuck, Sam
’s not gonna like this at all.”

“Since when did you care? The woman is like the black plague
. Dude, get rid of her.”

“
Alright. I still say the Alamo.”

“You
’ve been watching too much television.”

“Make it midnight. I need a little time.”

“Dude, people gotta work in the morning.”

“It’s Friday
, Crenshaw. Make it midnight.”

Adrian
disconnected the call, made sure the number was saved in his cell phone, and peeked under the covers to check on his naked, pale vampire who slept off the daylight wrapped around him. She was doing the coma routine again.

He slipped out from underneath her and headed straig
ht for the shower, he had a big day ahead of him.

* * * *

Long hours passed as Adrian strolled through downtown San Antonio, hitting his to do list. He’d been watching the news on his cell phone, and simultaneously checking the clock every five minutes. They just kept replaying the same tired old clip of a body bag being hauled off in an ambulance, and the reporter standing out front of Adrian’s apartment complex spouting off speculations about Mafia wars.

The media circus was milking this shit for every drop of attent
ion they could squeeze. Through it all, they kept flashing a shitty photo of Samantha lying in her hospital bed, looking half dead with huge bruised circles around her closed eyes. They were actively calling out to the community, offering a $5,000 reward to anyone who could identify the mystery woman, or come forward with information of her whereabouts.

“Five grand?
”
That won’t even cover a decent retainer for an Attorney.
Who the hell would stick their neck out on a Mexican Mafia hit for a measly five grand?

No matter how many times he checked his cell, the damn clock w
ould not speed up. Every minute of every hour crawled past, and not even the shopping or spicy-hot Thai food could distract his mind from that ticking clock awaiting sunset.

He bought a bottle of tequila,
cracked it open right there on the street of the Riverwalk and tipped it back. The burn coated his throat, searing away his need for Samantha. Without lime and salt, it wasn’t quite the same. People looked at him funny as he chugged another hefty swig off the bottle. The paper sack barely hid the liquor from public view.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He
fake-lunged at a Latino who was staring at Adrian funny as he walked by. Adrian was ready to break Jose Cuervo over the top of somebody’s head.

“Pinche borracho está loco
.” The man looked back over his shoulder several times as he sped away from Adrian.

“Man, she wasn’t lying.” Samantha had told the truth
when she said they were bonded, but, she never explained what that actually meant while she was sleeping through the daylight. Adrian was going straight up berserk waiting for her, and he began to doubt he’d have the strength of will to ever let her leave his side.

“
I can beat this. I know I can. She doesn’t own me. Nobody owns me.” He shook his head, tossed back another swig off the bottle and hoped his denial could carry him through this insane plan.

“I’ll
finish off this bottle, wake her, and then her ass is mine, one last time.” He took another gulp, and let the alcohol dampen his need for
her
. Two more hours till sunset, and only half the bottle remained.

* * * *

Samantha woke up to the strong scent of tequila, and a warm lapping tongue sliding over her clit and down between her folds. The scruff of his unshaven beard tickled her inner thighs as his tongue probed inside her. “You make the best alarm clock, ever.” Her fingers curled into his hair, holding him down so she could grind into his face.

“Dios mio, that’s good!” One of his hands slid down her thigh, finger trailing under and in-between her butt cheeks. She hoped he was going for it.

And he did, two fingers in her ass, exactly what she needed to come in his face. He ate her like a man starving, lips, teeth, tongue,
aaah que bueno
. “Don’t stop … don’t …”

Suddenly he was up, sliding towards her, his strong naked body moving between her thighs. His smiling face, glistening wet with her sex, descended in a smothering kiss as he slid
his cock all the way inside her, one solid thrust. She could taste the liquor on his breath as he assaulted her with his mouth.

She screamed into his kiss as she clawed his
back in passion, pain and orgasm. He wouldn’t let her breathe. His frenzied, teeth-gnashing kiss was all consuming, even as he filled her completely, his powerful hips digging his cock all the way to her limit.

She couldn’t
wait another second to bite him. She had to have something in her mouth. Now. Grunting in pain and pleasure, she jerked his head to the side and sank her teeth in deep.

“Yes!”
As he roared in her ear, he shoved inside her one last inch.

Pulling his hair,
claws dug into his shoulder, she came again, and again, grinding along with the wondrous warmth of his orgasm flooding into her.

Samantha
remembered herself and let go of his neck with a growling sigh of sublime pleasure.

He finally
collapsed onto her, all that cock and glorious man flesh pressing her down into the bed.

“You have to do this every night. Please.
” She fought to catch her breath. “Wake me up like this every single night.”

She shuddered and twitched
, feeling sated, relaxed, tense –
euphoric
– filled to bursting and loving every torturous minute of it.

He finally regained his breath
, blowing tequila in her face. “Yeah. That was … oh god, it’s gonna be hard to let you go…”

She went rigid. H
is fatalistic tone sent an immediate spike of warning through her heart. “What do you mean?” He was never letting her go, never. She owned his ass, his cock, and every other inch of his body. “Wherever I go, you go.”

He sighe
d and lifted his weight off her, sliding out from her as he slumped over on his side. He wasn’t even concerned at her blood on his cock, didn’t try to get up and wash off.