Wife Me Bad Boy (32 page)

Until that night. The night I broke free. I couldn’t change the past, but I could change the future.

Within hours of making my decision, I was outside the motel. I didn’t have a penny to my name, no clothes, no belongings, no plan. It was only a matter of time before Wolf’s henchmen found me and brought me back to the hell of their world. I knew that. I could feel my chance at freedom slipping away with every second that passed.

In desperation, I decided to do the only thing I could do. I threw myself at the mercy of fate. I opened myself up to it, made myself vulnerable, and let God decide the outcome.

I asked for the help of a stranger.

All I needed was one good man. One man who was willing to stand up for me. He didn’t have to fight Wolf. He just had to help me escape, give me a ride to the city, or better yet, the border. I’d give him
everything
he asked in return. There had to be a man willing to do that. And if there wasn’t, so be it. Let me die. At least I’d die fighting.

In the hour I stood beneath that sequoia, a number of men walked in and out of the bar. Some were truckers, pulling in from the highway after a long haul. Some were workers, looking for a beer after a long shift. Others looked like drifters, gamblers, criminals, or nothing at all.

They were all men, and I didn’t know what to make of them. Which of them would help me? How would I choose?

I thought I’d know him when I saw him, but I was beginning to have doubts. What if there was no one?

I had only one thing to offer. There’s only one thing men want from a woman in my position. But what if they didn’t want it from me? What if they rejected me?

Maybe that would be for the best. Giving up my body went against everything I believed, everything I held sacred. The only thing that made me even consider it, was the thought of a life of slavery at the hands of Wolf Staten. If the price of freedom was my body, I would pay.

And then
he
arrived. He rolled into the lot on a motorcycle as if chased by the devil himself. I only got a brief glimpse, but I saw enough to know he was the man I was looking for. Muscular build, tattoos on his arms and chest, a shadow of stubble. He was fiercely handsome, but that wasn’t even one of my criteria. I couldn’t afford to be picky. That was a luxury I didn’t have. What I was looking for was a
real
man. A man who would do what needed to be done, whatever that was.

The way this guy walked, the confidence in his stride, the determination on his face, told me I’d found my man.

And there was something else. I’d seen him before. I remembered it the moment I saw him. He’d taunted me, he’d challenged me, and he’d told me he didn’t give a shit about Wolf Staten.

Now, all I had to do was go through with it.

I had to ruin myself, offer up my body, throw away my beliefs, risk my life.

No problem, right?

Chapter 5

Jackson

W
HAT CHANCE DID I HAVE?

My cock raged for her pussy. She was like an image from my own secret fantasies. I wanted to pinch myself just to check I wasn’t dreaming. I couldn’t have designed a better creature for my seduction. She was everything I wanted, just the way I wanted it. Her blue eyes seemed to drink me in. I ached for her. This beautiful, delicate creature was going to be mine. She was straight up offering herself.

A gift.

I was going to possess her, body and soul, and fill the emptiness of my life with something beautiful—something terrible, and tragic, and heavenly.

She needed help—
real
help. The kind of help that could get a man killed. She needed
me
.

But there was something else.

I needed her too. I needed her like my life depended on it.

Little did she know it, but I was going to take more from her than she ever dreamed. She said she’d give me everything. If only she knew what I had in mind. Whatever price she thought she was paying, she was wrong. She wouldn’t just be mine for the night, she would be mine forever, in ways she couldn’t imagine.

“So you’ve run out on Wolf?” I said.

She nodded.

“It’s not going to be easy to get away from him.”

“I know.”

“The rest of Los Lobos will join the hunt.”

“What choice do I have?” she said, her emotion rising to the surface.

“Relax. You did the right thing. You can’t live your life under the thumb of a man like that.”

“I just couldn’t take it anymore,” she said, tears filling her eyes.

“It’s all right,” I said. “Do you have a plan?”

“I was going to run for the border. I’ll figure something out once I’m across.”

“You don’t know where you’ll go?”

“I don’t have anywhere.”

“Do you have any money?”

She shook her head.

“That’s a terrible plan,” I said. “You won’t get far at all. He’ll find you.”

“That’s not your problem. You’ll just drive me to the border and forget all about me. You’ll have had everything you want from me by then.”

“Will I?”

“You want what everyone wants, right?”

She pulled her skirt up on her thigh, giving me the tiniest glimpse of the black satin of her panty.

She was a torment. Fuck, my cock wanted that cunt. It throbbed and crushed against my jeans. I had to adjust my position.

I could tell this didn’t come naturally to her. She hated what she was doing, bartering her pussy for help. But she was doing what needed to be done, and I respected that. The world was full of people who accepted their fate without a fight. She wasn’t one of them.

“Maybe I want more than that,” I said.

“Whatever you want, you’ll be done with me by the time we reach the border.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You will. You’ll tire of me very quickly in this situation. I’ll have nothing left to offer.”

“That’s not true.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have no idea what you’re getting into,” I said. “If you knew what I wanted from you, you’d run from me too.”

“It can’t be as bad as what Wolf wants.”

“You should be careful what you give up,” I said. “You’re telling me I can have whatever I want, but that’s only because you’re desperate. When it comes time to pay the price, you might regret what you’ve bartered.”

“And you’ll make me pay every penny?”

“When the dancing’s done, the fiddler always gets his pay.”

She started to cry. “Look, I’m not here to bargain. I need your help. If Wolf finds me, he’ll destroy me. You can either help me or you can leave me here for him. I’ll give you whatever I have. I don’t care what you want. Take it and help me, or stop wasting my time. I won’t go back to Los Lobos. I’ll die first.”

I was silent for a moment. I looked at her, took in the details. What was I doing? I’ve taken a lot of things from people in my life, but never something like this. I usually take from those who can afford to give, and I take money, not something personal. Not something
vital
.

But I’m a thief at heart, a bandit, and I wanted this woman’s body, all of it, more than I’d ever wanted anything else in the world.

“Stop crying,” I said. “I’m going to get Wolf off your back.”

“How?”

“Leave that to me.”

“And what about his gang? Los Lobos is a brutal pack of killers.”

“All men are brutal killers,” I said, “or have the potential to be.”

She looked at me for a long moment. It was the first time she truly saw me for who I was. A look of fear crossed her eyes. I meant my words.
Brutal killer
. She could see it in my eyes.

“What if you die?” she said.

I spread my hands in a gesture of helplessness. “If I die, I die,” I said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ll have already fulfilled your part of the bargain. In return for that, I’m willing to give you my life.”

She nodded. “And this arrangement, what exactly is it? What am I offering in return for your help? You keep saying I’ll regret it, but you don’t say what it is.”

I didn’t like forcing her into this position, this horrible choice. She deserved better, but I was the only one there, the only one who could protect her. We needed each other.

She couldn’t change what she needed of me.

I
wouldn’t
change what I wanted from her.

“It’s everything,” I said. “That’s all I can tell you.”

She looked at me again, assessing me, trying to decide what sort of devil she was making this pact with. When she spoke she’d made her decision.

“All right,” she said at last. “Let’s do it.”

“You sure you want to go through with this?”

She nodded.

And as easy as that, we’d both given up everything to fate. I’d taken on a fight I couldn’t win. It would certainly cost me my life. And in return, without even fully realizing it, she’d offered me the son I wanted to leave behind after my death. I knew, just by looking at her, that if she gave me a child, she’d be a good mother to it. Some things you can tell at a single glance.

“Does Wolf have any idea where you are?” I said.

“
I
don’t even know where I am.”

“All right,” I said. “I’m going to take you to one of the rooms.”

“Okay,” she said. One look in her eyes told me she meant it.

I beckoned the bartender.

“You rent the rooms?”

He nodded.

“We’re going to need one.”

“Sure,” he said. “They’re fifty for the hour. A hundred for the night.”

I left a hundred-twenty on the bar, grabbed her hand, and led the way. We went out to the rain. We were both soaked to the skin anyway. Our room was across the lot. We ran.

Chapter 6

Jackson

I
OPENED THE DOOR AND
she hurried inside. She was nervous. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. I could tell. It only made me hotter for her—her tight little ass in that wet dress—her sweet, plump breasts, bursting against her low-cut neckline—the delicious pussy I knew was waiting for me.

I looked at her.

There was a window by the door and she pulled aside the curtain to peer out.

“You looking for him?”

She shook her head.

“He doesn’t know where to find me. I could have gone anywhere.”

I looked at her but said nothing. We were on borrowed time. Maybe it would be a matter of hours, maybe days, or weeks, or months, but sooner or later, Los Lobos would catch up with us, and when they did, it wouldn’t be pretty. When that time came, I would make sure I was there alone. I would make sure she was safe. She knew it and I knew it. That’s why we were in that motel room together.

And even then, I knew there was more to this than just our bargain. There’d been a connection, an electric sexual tension, between us since the moment we met. The situation she was in, the months that had passed since our first encounter, did nothing to dampen that.

Her eyes were so big I could have melted in them. Her mouth was a tool for seduction. The image of her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock flashed before my eyes. I thought of my semen pouring into her mouth and it made me shiver. I was so hungry for her it hurt. Even the mess of her makeup turned me on. It made the situation more urgent, more dangerous. It excited me in a way I can’t describe. I wanted to walk over to her and ram my tongue down her throat.

“Promise me I’m going to be all right,” she said.

She knew that was more than I could guarantee, but I nodded.

“I’ll protect you, but you have to give yourself to me in return, completely and utterly,” I said. “That’s my price.”

She sat down on the bed and pulled off her panties.

“I’m yours now,” she said.

“If we go through with this, there will be no turning back,” I said.

I meant it. If I offered her protection, she would be mine. Mine tonight. Mine forever. She would give me
everything
.

She didn’t say a word. She lay back in her wet clothes, a drenched mess. My cock was so hard it was ready to explode just looking at her. I’d never seen such an erotic sight in my life. This was it. This was the woman I was going to possess utterly. The certainty of it overwhelmed me.

“You got a name?” I said.

She didn’t even look at me. She rolled onto her belly, turning her back to me.

My heart skipped a beat.

I could see the beginning of her ass, the wet dress hiked up over it.

“Open your legs,” I said. “Slowly.”

She spread them wide open, exposing her pussy like a piece of ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

I took off my bike leathers. My wet skin clung to them and I couldn’t get them off fast enough.

She spoke without facing me, her voice fragile.

“Are you going to use a condom?”

I had a condom in my wallet, I thought about it and agreed to put it on. There would be plenty of time later for what I wanted to do to her. I’d give her time to get used to me first.

She pulled her dress up higher, exposing her entire ass and pussy. Her body tilted, exposing herself so seductively that a drop of pre-cum fell from the tip of my cock. There’s not a man alive who’d have been able to resist her.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Take what you want.”

“You’re mine now.”

Her voice was almost a whisper. “I know,” she said.

It was a bad idea. God help me, I knew it was a bad idea. Nothing about the situation was right. It was moments like these that got men killed. Whatever happened after this, I wasn’t going to escape unscathed. I knew that. I knew it with an ice-cold certainty.

But then, what is life for? What’s the point of it all? This was destiny, giving me a last chance to be the man I was supposed to be. My father had just died. By protecting this woman, I would take his place.

I opened my belt buckle and let my pants fall to the ground. I ripped off my wet shirt. I was completely naked. My cock pointed toward her like a violent weapon. She was my victim.

I climbed onto the bed and leaned down, my face close to her pussy. I wanted to smell her. I wanted to taste her, to savor her. She was mine now and I wanted to know what I’d just purchased. I opened my mouth, put my lips on her clit, and sucked.