Page 10 of Hitman's Prize

“Cabin in the middle of the woods,” I start to explain slowly. “I’ve only been to it once so I don’t remember all the fine details.”

But I’m picturing the home now and this woman is a part of it. She’s sitting on the porch, kicking her feet back and forthwearing that same smile that’s got my gut all twisted up in the first place. I don’t tell her what I see, keeping that image to myself.

“Come on, I’m sure you can list off some things.” She taps my arm with the back of her hand. “Unless you’ve got some pictures on your phone?”

“No.” The word comes out a little more harsher than I’d like. The thought of her touching my phone, and seeing the kind of messages people send me, irks me.

It’s as if I don’t want to give her a reason to remember why I’m supposed to be the bad guy here.

Sighing, I drum my fingers against the steering wheel. I tell her what I remember, giving her whatever details I can.

Sammy settles in her seat after tossing the brush away. Her eyes close and it feels like she’s trying to imagine it for herself.

“Sounds beautiful,” she mumbles once I’m finished.

She’s risking getting both of us into an accident by keeping her eyes closed like that. I want to take in her soft features and memorize the curves of her lips and cheeks. With morning traffic building up, I can’t risk looking for more than a brisk couple of seconds.

Sammy’s got trouble written all over her and for whatever reason, I can’t seem to keep away.

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By the time the sun starts to set, I have to make the call to park in an abandoned lot. With only a few more hours to our destination, I’d love to just finish the trip and get it over with. My lack of sleep is starting to affect me more than I like to admit.

Unless I want to accidentally veer off the road, I need to get a decent amount of sleep.

“Is it really still winter?” Sammy asks as she pushes her door open. Finding the excuse to stretch her legs, she looks around. “It’s so warm here.”

“Lovely isn’t it? The summers are a bit harsher, but it makes up for the cold months.” Keeping my eyes on her, I watch her approach the backseats. Curious, I’m confused when she grabs the blanket. In this kind of weather, the thickness of the blanket is going to make her sweat. “What are you up to?”

She looks at me innocently, a smile tugging on her lips. “Getting ready for sleep is all.”

Sammy drags that blanket to the back of the truck before climbing onto the bed with a few grunts. Does she really intend on sleeping out there? I suppose I can’t complain if she doesn’t want to get cramps from having to curl up in the passenger seat.

“Are you coming?” she asks after laying the blanket out and taking a seat.

Wait, she wants me to join her? That’s a dangerous request. One I should already have the answer to. Instead of using logic, I’m opening the door, and stepping out without a second thought.

Sammy is already laid out flat and looking up at the mix of colors in the sky. Stars are already scattered across the sky and I’m sure she’s taking in the whole sight. From the way her lips remained curved, I wish I could see what she did through her eyes.

The bed of my truck looks extremely small now that I look at it. As I untie my boots, I’m wondering if this is a good idea or not. Sure, I can keep my hands to myself no problem. That doesn’t mean I won’t be fighting temptation at every passing second.

“I can get used to weather like this,” she mumbles when I settle next to her. Like she wants to be a test of will, she rolls over on her side and looks at me. “This might sound weird, but thanks for stealing me away.”

Never thought I would hear her say those words. I’m a bit taken by surprise, and her laugh is enough to show how much she’s enjoyed throwing me off. I don’t know what her thought process is, but if she’s grateful, then I’m satisfied. Even though taking her has added more than enough stress and confusion to my life, I don’t regret doing it in the slightest.

“Yeah, no problem. You really don’t mind this?” There’s an unwanted knot in my throat, tightening with the question lingering in the air.

“I don’t mind at all.” Sammy looks at me for what feels like an eternity. Hasn’t she realized how powerful that stare of hers is? She then lifts her hand from her side and hesitantly drifts toward me. Like she’s testing the waters, she moves slowly like she’s waiting for me to stop her.

Why haven’t I? Maybe I’m a little lost in wondering what kind of shade her cheeks are currently. Can I be blamed? I’m starting to think it’s my favorite color.

When her fingers graze over my chest, I feel the urge to grab her hand and tug her body close. Instead, I test my patience and let her touch whatever she pleases. Wherever her fingers brush, it’s like a trail of fire is scorching my skin beneath.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” I ask after the knot in my throat has doubled in size.

Sammy makes sure to drag her fingers low enough to stir up my cock, as if I actually need that. I feel like I’m already digging into the poor zipper of my pants. There has to be an imprint by now. When she moves back up, the ache doesn’t disappear in the slightest.

“You don’t seem like you’d hurt me,” she mumbles as her nails scrape across my nipple.

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