Page 41 of The Chase

“What is the answer, then? Wear condoms? Well, I got a box full-”

“No, silly,” she said, cuffing his shoulder lightly. “We stop running. We turn around and start chasing them back. We get even. We get the MC to stop following us. We get off their wanted list.” She said it calmly, as if it were about deciding to go shopping that day. No big deal. She looked up at him.

“April, sweetheart, these men aren’t messing around, they will find us, they will kill me and they’ll drag you back to-”

“No, there’s got to be a way. We just can’t see it yet. We must think. That is what we will do. We need to find somewhere quiet, get off the road, get your ink sorted out, stop running, and think,” she said.

He blinked at her. His Kitten wasn’t a kitten at all, he realized. She was a lioness. She was sophisticated, calm, strong. She was cunning, fearless, lethal. She assumed they could get themselves out of this mess. She didn’t just have an idea, she didn’t just have a hope and a prayer. She knew it, deep inside, she was certain. He hadn’t considered it before, he’d just been thinking about pumping the gas and surviving the day and her sexy little body beside him for the ride. He hadn’t even dreamed that they could somehow solve the problem. He admired her confidence, her cool, calm approach. Just find a way out. We can’t see it yet, but if we think about it, we’ll figure it out. That self assured confidence was the most beautiful part of her.

“Then, once we have dealt with them, we have a future together, if that is what you want, if that is what we both want…”

“A future... together?” He hadn’t even dared to hope.

“Yes, we could go anywhere, do anything. I’ve got my law degree, no one can take that away from me. I could just sell my condo and we get something else…”

“Well fuck, Kitten…” In front of his eyes his lioness stretched and roared. Not a kitten, the goddamn queen of the pack. The quickest, the deadliest. She wasn’t going after a quick kill, taking down the runt of the herd, and surviving for another day. No, she wanted the whole fucking herd, dead at her feet.

“We can do this Colt, we’ve just got to think, get one move ahead, hell, more than one. We’ve got to catch them out and then we’ll be free. We can strategize this.”

He saw the value now in an education, her upbringing, what it was that kept people like her on the straight and narrow. How it gave her this sense of being able to solve anything. He basked in it, having never felt it within himself. She was right, she could do her job anywhere. He felt the doubt lifting for good this time. He could be anything she wanted him to be, anywhere she wanted to go. Would she honestly give up her old life for him?

“But your friends, your life? Partying in fancy bars, your career, the city?”

She shrugged. “To hell with that, I already let that all go the moment I got on the back of the bike with you, Colt. I’d rather be with someone and be happy than in the city surrounded by all that and be miserable.”

He smirked. “Hey, are you saying I make you happy?”

She smirked, too, and tried to hide it. “Well, I haven’t given you a full road test yet, so the jury is still out on that. What if, with a bed and champagne and all the bells and whistles, you are a terrible lay after all?” she joked.

“Oh I’m good,” he purred, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

She beamed at his cocky confidence. “Yes, this is what I’ve been trying to say. I like you, I want you, I-”

He leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips, mouth open, tongue chasing hers. He didn’t hold back, his hand came up to her face. “Yes,” he finally replied.

“Yes... to what?”

He smiled. “All of it, yes, no wraps, yes, I’ll keep you full of cum and so constantly fuck-drunk you won’t be able to walk-”

“Colt!” she squealed.

“Yes, let’s get off the road and think. Yes, let’s get even with the MC, show them they messed with the wrong people. Yes, get on with our lives… together. Yes...” He trailed off to kiss her again.

“I’ve never heard that expression before, fuck-drunk,” she mused.

“No? You know when you melt in a puddle of cum after orgasming so many times in a row and your legs don’t work and your brain doesn’t work ‘cause you’ve fucked so hard and fast for so long?”

“Such a dirty mouth!” She pretended to scold him.

“You like it.”

“I like it from you… in moderation, I think.”

“Kitten, I’ll burn your ears off with dirty talk while I fucking pound you as you come until you gush.”

“This place.” She thrust her phone in front of his nose suddenly. They were laying on the mattress in the back of the van. The morning was fresh. The air, cool and clean, birds tweeting. The sound of cars swooshing along a nearby road drifted in through the open back door.

He started at her sudden burst. If he was being honest with himself, he’d been asleep. Or dozing at least. He snapped his eyes open but couldn’t focus on the website on the phone a few inches from his face.

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