“Are you okay?”
She nodded her head yes, even as fresh tears spilled from her eyes. She was lying. The last thing she was was all right. He put his arms around her, pulling her close. She smelled faintly of vanilla and something else he couldn’t put his finger on. Her arms were wrapped around his neck tightly. She began sobbing, her breathing erratic. Without thinking, he rubbed his hand up and down her back, like his mother used to when he was upset as a child.
They stayed that way for some time. He felt her breathing return to normal. She leaned back to look up at him. Her hair was a mess, make-up smeared slightly around her eyes, but he saw beauty in it. She licked her lips before pressing them against his. It’s a well-known fact people who went through traumatic events together could develop an attachment to each other. He knew he should stop her, but he’d thought about kissing her from the moment he laid eyes on her.
His hand glided up her back to rest behind her head as he deepened the kiss. She melted in his arms. Leaning forward, he lay her on her back, pressing his body down the length of her. Every kiss like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. She tugged his shirt from his waistband. Her hands began exploring the skin underneath. He braced himself above her with one arm so he could remove his shirt with the other hand. She rose to meet him, kissing his chest as he heaved her shirt over her head. Tossing it on the floor, he continued to kiss a path down her body.
She was gorgeous, her skin practically glowing in contrast to the navy lace still hiding her breasts. He unhooked her bra, taking the soft, pert globes into his hands. He squeezed them firmly, yet gently, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned softly, arching her body toward him, silently begging for more. His erection pressed firmly against his zipper. The deep tan on his hands resembled a shadow on her porcelain skin. This whole night would be a shadow in her past. Even though he wasn’t who she thought he was, he was what she wanted. Right here, right now. There wouldn’t be a future for them. He knew that. She probably did too. He wasn’t going to let that keep him from making her his for the night. He quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes, the hunger in her eyes reflecting how he felt.
He retrieved the condom from his wallet, rolling the latex over his erection. She dug her fingers into his hips. The delicious pain only turned him on more.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
Huffy positioned himself between her silky thighs, plunging himself inside her. Jesus, this was exactly what he needed. Bonnie’s breath hitched. Her hands gripped his ass as he moved inside her. Her hips thrust up to meet his, quickening the pace. His thoughts were all over the place; it was too much. He was afraid he would come already. He withdrew from her, flipping her over.
He had more control this way. She was on her knees with her head and chest on the back of the couch. Her ass looked amazing, just as he had imagined when they met at the bar. Kneeling behind her, he slipped into her soaking wet pussy again.
Firmly, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back, kissing her neck. His need growing, he plunged harder and faster. Position didn’t matter. She felt too damn good. She moaned beneath him. Her moans turned to pleas.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
Huffy had no plans to stop until they both got what they needed. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure. He covered her mouth lightly to mute the sound. The last thing he needed was for her father to come to as he fucked the man’s daughter thirty feet away. She clenched around him. Fuck, he couldn’t hold out much longer.
He buried his face in her soft hair, his own grunting amplified in his mind. Her last scream was loud even through his hand. The moment he felt her cum drip down his balls, he let go. The orgasm ripped through him with such intensity his body went rigid and his toes cramped.
He didn’t know if he could move, but he couldn’t imagine Bonnie being comfortable with him laying on her back. Huffy slowly withdrew himself. He walked awkwardly to the bathroom while carefully removing the condom. He felt like a newborn deer trying to walk for the first time. After depositing his condom into the trash, he returned to Bonnie with a washcloth to clean herself up.
Only she was already dressed. Her hair was a little wild and her lips were darker than before, but otherwise she looked completely normal. That was quick. Now he felt underdressed standing there in what God gave him. No sense being shy now. He strolled across the small living room, picking up his pants. He slipped each leg in, pulling them up.
Bonnie broke the awkward silence first. “Fiji would be nice. Do you have a passport?”
Huffy was more than a little confused. “For what?”
“For our destination wedding. I’ve always imagined an intimate ceremony on the beach in a flowy white dress.”
He froze. A what? What the hell was she thinking? They just met a few hours ago. She was beautiful and the sex was great, but it was just sex. Why the fuck would they get married? She continued, “Daddy would expect nothing less after that.”
Huffy glanced over to where LB lay. He was a dead man.
“I…yeah, Fiji is probably beautiful, but―”
Bonnie doubled over with laughter. “If you could see your face. The color literally drained from it. Relax, your shoulders are almost touching your ears.”
“Ha, ha. That was a good one,” he replied sourly.
“Loosen up. My father never needs to know about this. Like ever.”
“Agreed.”
“So, we’ve got some time to kill.”
“How much more fun can we possibly have?”
“True, I think I’ve already seen your good side. It’s probably all downhill from here.” She smirked.
Grasping his chest playfully, Huffy groaned. “That one hurt.”
“And yet you’ll still ride off into the sunset just fine once this is all over. Speaking of being all over―” She left her spot on the couch next to him to go stand next to LB. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
Chapter Four
Bonnie
Bonnie brushed her hand across her father’s forehead. He looked slightly less pale now. Huffy joined her, standing on the opposite side of the table.
“I’m not sure yet.”
He looked like he was holding back. Maybe there was more he wanted to say. One thing she was certain of, her dad would pull through. He’d made it this far. Above the door frame, a small red light blinked. She hadn’t noticed it before.
“There’s something I really need to tell you. I should have told you be―”
“What’s that?” she interrupted, pointing above the door.
Huffy turned to look where she motioned.
“Fuck. No way. It’s not possible.” He never answered her. He moved around the cabin. What was he looking for? she wondered. That was when Bonnie noticed little red lights blinking silently throughout the entire cabin. He looked concerned, and she was afraid. She ran for her duffle. She retrieved her Ruger, checking the ammunition and tucking it in her waistband at the small of her back.
“We have to move him.”
“Move him? Where? Why?”
“Someone is coming. I have a silent alarm set up. It triggers at the turn off, just over a mile down the road.”