Hot For Her Ex-Con (Dark Desires #7)

7. Killian

CHAPTER 7

Killian

E very second I spent inside that place makes sense to me now. Everything had to be just right so we could be together. And not just for tonight.

The thought of leaving town to kill Trap makes me wince until I squeeze Allison closer, breathing her in for real this time. Knowing she’s mine. Knowing I’ve found everything I need.

She’s purring in a half-sleep in no time, my never-ending hardness still pressing into her, letting her know I’m always ready to please her all over again.

But I need to think. I hadn’t counted on everything going so well so quickly. This room, a seedy motel. It’s beneath her. Experience tells me it won't be long before someone comes knocking, though.

Trap… He always has a way of staying one step ahead of me. Bringing heat on me without even trying, it feels like. Not this time. And soon, he won’t be a problem for anyone.

“How did you come to be at my mom’s?” Allison asks sleepily, “And who is this Trap guy? Is it really worth getting into more trouble over?”

I let her shift so she can face me. Her clear eyes are wide and searching mine for a simple answer. I only wish it was simple.

“I got an unsupervised release, and Carol, your mom, put a room for rent.”

As for Trap, I don’t wanna talk about it. Not now. Preferably never. But I can see Allison wants to know more. Needs to know just what she’s getting herself with, if nothing else.

“I don't make a habit of knocking down doors and stealing cars,” I assure her, stroking her hair back behind her ear.

Although, my record might tell a different story.

“And this Trap guy? I just wanna know if he’s as wound up about getting you as you are getting him. How likely is he to turn up?”

“I can handle Trap.”

Allison’s look isn’t so sure. It’s the same sideways glance I got from the cops, and then the shrink’s whenever his name came up.

The equally guilty perp who never gets caught, never even seen, for Christ’s sake.

Puffing out a breath of resignation, I fill in some of the blanks for her, hoping it’s not enough to change her mind about how perfect all this is, how perfect it was until that damned fool’s name came up again.

“I don’t remember much growing up, but somewhere along the line, Trap and I fell in together. I was in state care before juvie, and it was like every time I got out, Trap and his schemes would land me right back in there… all the way to…”

Allison’s knotted brow and pouting lips stop me from saying it. I don’t even want to think it, let alone say it out loud.

“...land me all the way to meeting you,” I tell her truthfully, pressing my lips against hers, gladly shifting the course of conversation away from me and my past.

Allison’s not such a pushover, though. She goes quiet for a minute, thinking until her eyes widen.

“I got it! Tell me what Trap looks like, and I’ll swear on any bible that it was him I saw busting into my mom’s. We can say we found the car and wallet after following him.”

But that’s just how things have always gone for me. Every time Trap’s even mentioned, it’s like a one-way ticket back to my cell. I can’t afford the risk, not so soon after finding Allison.

“We’ll keep moving,” I instruct her. I’ll figure something out.”

She doesn’t look so sure and looks an awful lot like a girl who wants to run home instead of with me. “I’m with you, no matter what happens,” she murmurs, making me hold her tighter. Somehow, convincing her I still have full command over the situation.

“And what are we gonna do about this?” she asks in an accusing tone, her eyes widening again once her hand reaches for the one thing I know she doesn't want to be without from now on.

I make a low sound in reply, easily forgetting everything when her fingers curl around my aching cock, still wet from being inside her for so long, longing already to be inside her again.

“The room is for a whole night,” I remind her, smiling when she squeaks with need, pumping my stiff organ until she’s telling me just what she wants to do about it.

Already impatient to fill her again, I slowly roll onto my back, Allison straddling me with her trembling body.

My hands run over her nakedness, kneading her chest gently as she gasps, inching herself onto me as if we never stopped.

Everything’s happening so fast, but it’s a slow burn—this thing between us, feeling more like a destination already more than something we’re headed for or anything else we’re running from.

Our eyes locked the same as our bodies. It’s the forever view I always dreamed of. Her hair bouncing in time with her chest, just like I always imagined it would. I only wish there’s more I could offer her.

I know better than most that a feeling like ours is one thing, but a roof over your head and money is the best way to experience it.

The distant memory of something so long ago presses against my mind as I feel myself gripping Allison harder. A pressure in my temples stabs at my brain just as much as my seed rising again.

It’s something so deep, so buried that only the feel of her on me and the powerful climax it draws from us both are enough to keep it in the shadows where I know it's been my whole life.

If there is a cure for whatever’s wrong with me, Allison’s it. The way she shudders and curls up against me, shivering little sounds. It tells me I’m just what she needs too.

“I’ll do better,” I rasp, not surprised to hear my rasping breath against hers.

“I’m not complaining.” She twirls the hairs on my chest as she settles herself down on top of me like the cat who’s had all the cream.

“I mean… I mean, I’ll do better than a motel room.”

“I’ll go where you go,” she reminds me, nuzzling my chest with her face, exhaling deeply before losing herself to sleep.

The realization that I left my bag, as well as a crime scene back at her mom’s, eats away at me long after my favorite distraction gets the rest she needs.

Her idea still sounds nuts, going back, I mean, but maybe the only way to get rid of Trap forever is to cut him loose the same way he’s hung me out to dry so many times.

Will it work?

Only one way to find out.