Page 33 of Ride Hard
Chaser
Turning on the shower,I stuck my arm underneath the flow of water and scrubbed the dried bloodaway.
The bullet wound stung like a bitch, but at least it was only a graze—that had required four stitches—and I didn’t have to get out a pair of pliers and fish around in mybicep.
I still felt the ghost of Sloane’s body sitting on my lap. Her little waist, her ass, her…Fuck. It would’ve been so easy to take her, to lose myself in her pussy. It had been too long since sex had meant something for me to throw an innocent woman away on an emptyfuck.
Hissing as the stitches pulled, I jerked my arm back and shut off the water. Picking up a threadbare towel, I patted my skindry.
Sloane wanted a way to escape, and so did I. Until now, I thought it wasn’t a choice on the table. In a way, it still wasn’t. They were still after her, which meant I had to see this through, no matter which way thiswent.
I could drop her off at the Fortitude compound, or I could fuck off into the middle of nowhere with her. I was a master at finding people. I knew their tricks. I could find, but I also knew how tohide.
Snorting, I pulled on my jeans. I’d known the woman for a week, so her tears meant shit. Who knew if they were genuine or another ploy to make me drop my guard so she could sneakaway.
If I listened to her, I would have two criminal organizations hunting my ass, notone.
Helping her? It was bad news. I’d already been shotonce.
When I went out into the room, Sloane was in bed, bundled up in theduvet.
“Chaser?”
I grunted. We were already a day behind schedule. By tomorrow night?, if we got on the road at first light and made up the distance, we would add another. At least we would be going in the right direction. The longer we were out here, the more risk therewas. ?????
“Can you sleep beside me tonight?” sheasked.
Thefuck.
I glanced at her, then at thebed.
“Please.” Shepouted.
Sighing, I sat next to her, my back resting against theheadboard.
“You can get under the covers,” shemurmured.
“I’m not into molestation,” I drawled, staring across theroom.
Sloane sighed and rolled onto her side so she didn’t have to look at me. It was only the near-death experience driving her sexual appetite. High adrenaline always brought people together. They fucked, then that was it. Everything after the money shot always fell apart.Always.
I had a different bullet waiting for me in California if I crossed the line. The fuck wasn’t worthit.
Sloane jumped at the sound of a door slamming somewhere in the motel complex, and I raised an eyebrow. Man, she was jumpy. It was annoying as shit. Her mouth didn’t match herbrain.
“It’s just a door,” Isaid.
“Shut up.” She hissed. “I’m freaking outhere.”
“Glad you finally admitit.”
“Wouldn’t you rather console me so I’m not a blubbering mess the next time a bullet flies at myhead?”
“I’m not training you to become a ninja, so forget aboutit.”
“You canshoot…”
I grunted, signaling I didn’t want another deep and meaningful conversation. She would not learn a single thing about me. Information could destroy a person inside and out.Fact.
