her muscles flinched and bunched as she stroked her clit. That was all it took to send her spiraling over into bliss.
Crying out, as starbursts exploded in her eyes, Sangria came hard. She tried to push her legs back, but Vance held her still, held her open as he continued to thrust his cock into her contracting pussy.
She thrashed about on the mattress as delicious wave after wave of pleasure surged over her. She nearly lost her breath with the power of it. Crying out again, she ran her hands over his chest, raking her nails over his skin. She couldn’t do anything else but hang on as her orgasm took her under into the rapturous deep.
Groaning loudly, Vance finally released her legs and fell forward, wrapping his hands around her head, digging his fingers into her hair. With one final deep thrust, he came in a rush of heat and violence.
Sangria wrapped her arms around him and held him as he came, enjoying the way her hands slid over his slick, sweaty skin.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned as he emptied himself utterly.
They laid there for what seemed like an eternity, pressed together, sweat mingling, juices flowing. Finally, Sangria began to stir, testing her limbs for the strength to move. Everything felt like rubber. Soft, hot, pliant rubber, but rubber all the same.
Vance’s body began to twitch on top of her. She was alarmed at first, until she realized that he was laughing.
“Holy fuck, woman, I think you just about killed me.”
Sangria swelled with pride. She never almost killed someone with sex before. A knife possibly, her Hummer most certainly, but never had that pleasure with her body.
“Maybe you should think of getting into the sex trade. You’d make a million.”
She brushed her hand over his sweaty brow, pushing his hair to the side. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He pushed up onto his elbows and smiled down at her. “It was meant as one.”
As she gazed up at his perfectly sculpted and flushed face, she could almost forget that they were a few hours away from officially being on the run. That she had fifty thousand dollars of the First Lady’s money for a job she didn’t finish, and that she’d just fucked the woman’s prized stud in a rundown hovel. Other than all that, Sangria felt damn good.
“You look pleased with yourself,” Vance commented, his brow arching playfully.
“Yup. I am.” She traced her finger over his full sensuous mouth. His lips were designed specifically for kissing. And she wished she could stay attached to them forever or at least for another few hours.
But she couldn’t. Their union was to be brief.
She dropped her hand and turned her gaze from his face. She started to wiggle underneath him so he would move.
He didn’t. Instead, he cupped her cheek and turned her face back to look at him. “What happened there? Everything was spectacular.”
“Yes, it
“Screw reality. Let’s flow with this for a while.”
She frowned at him. “We’ve had our while. Now, it’s time to make plans to get the fuck out of here.”
Vance leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her pouty lips. “You’re so quick to get out of here, that you can’t enjoy it. We only have this moment once, Sangria.”
She paused and stared into his sparking blue eyes. He was right. She’d always been quick to decide, in a rush to move on. Not once had she’d enjoyed a moment just for the sake of satisfaction. And she might not get another chance for a long time.
Nodding, she smiled. “You’re right.”
He tapped her on the nose with his finger. “Of course I’m right.”
Laughing, she snapped at his finger with her teeth. But she didn’t get a chance as he rolled over onto his back pulling her with him. Once settled, he nuzzled her into the crook of his arm and sighed.
“Ah, this is the life. Lying on a lumpy mattress, in a rambling old shed with a gorgeous woman still soft and pliant from some fan-fucking-tastic sex.” He closed his eyes and sighed again. “It can’t get any better than this.”
Chuckling, Sangria felt her eyes begin to droop. She yawned and snuggled into his body, finding his presence rather comforting and safe. She closed her eyes and drifted. The last thought to cross her mind was one of Vance. He’d make for an interesting traveling partner.
Five
Opening her eyes, she had the displeasure of staring into a barrel of a handgun. By the shape and size, most likely a 9 mm Beretta.
“Good morning, sunshine,” the big brute holding the gun chirped.
Vance, who had been underneath her, finally opened his eyes and flinched. “Oh fuck!”
Sangria slowly sat up and surveyed the situation. There were two of them. The hulk holding the gun, and the shorter chubbier brute leaning against the wall by the door, a smug smile on his round pudgy face. Leg-breaking goons, if she ever saw any. They were in deep shit.
“Hello, Vance. Nice to see you again,” the hulk said.
Rubbing a hand over his face, Vance sat up and sighed. “What’s up, Leon?”
“It seems you missed your appointment in Vegas.”
Sangria cleared her throat. “I can explain that. A semi hit me and flipped my vehicle. The case broke open and…well, Vance fell out.”
The guy at the door started to laugh. “You’re kidding?”
Vance shook his head. “It’s true.”
Leon looked over at Sangria, and then did a long thorough perusal of Vance. Sangria thought she saw something feral in his eyes as he scrutinized Vance’s body. Hmm, was there something there? Lust, affection?
“We did find your Hummer. It looks pretty banged up, as do the both of you.” Leon lowered his gun and took a step back as if to assess the situation.
“I didn’t know what to do.” Sangria sat forward and tried to convince Leon. He was obviously the one in charge. “I didn’t have the number, and as it stood, since I saw what was inside the package, I didn’t think Ms. Madison would let me live.”
Leon gave her a half-smile. “You got that right.”
Sangria glanced at Vance. He reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. “So, what are you going to do, Leon?”
“My job for one.”
Sangria watched Leon. Although he looked like a killer, he didn’t look like a stupid man. In fact, the way he eyed Vance convinced her that he was not pleased with his assignment. Obviously, the two men knew each other, and by the way they spoke, even had once liked each other. Maybe, there was hope yet, that they could get out of this alive.
“Take the money,” she blurted.
Everyone looked at her.
“What?” Leon responded.
“Take the fifty thousand and pretend you couldn’t find us.”
Leon shook his head. “I get twice that much for killing you and taking Vance back.”
“Okay, take the fifty thousand and give us twenty-four hours. Then come after us.”
Vance squeezed her hand in question. She glanced at him and shrugged. She was making it up as she went. Anything to get them out of this predicament.
It was working. She could see Leon start to waver. He was definitely thinking about it.
