I almost explode as I slide down on the seat, spreading as much as I can, giving him as much access as I can. His fingers dig into my hip as he slowly thrusts into me.
Oh, it’s good, so good. I’m a mass of nerve endings feeding off every touch and caress from him. He sucks on my throat, biting down, and I moan.
Thank goodness he’s not using thegun?—
The gun.
Its weight is against my leg, and I scramble for it, even as he pulls out to stop me.
But I have it first.
He grabs my wrist, putting enough pressure on the skin, and I drop it.
“Really, Molly? You thought your magic little pussy would be enough to distract me?”
“You were touching me when I didn’t ask you to.” As excuses go, it’s lame.
“You’re the one who spread her legs.”
I glare at him. “You should have been in prison.”
“On some fake charges like assault?”
I slam my mouth shut. I need to get out of the car. I need to find Leon. What if he got hurt in that shootout?What if that’s why he wasn’t there? And?—
“So I’ll ask again. Your boyfriend,” Declan says, not tucking his gun away, as he reaches over and clicks my seatbelt in place, “wouldn’t be one of the people in that shootout, would he?”
“No.” I hope not. But the truth is, I have no idea. “Why?”
“Because someone’s coming our way. Maybe he’s coming for you after all.” His eyes sweep over me as he turns back to the car’s ignition, sparking the wires again. “Stay down and out of sight.”
I eye the tops of my bare legs. “Half exposed like this?”
“Eye candy, Marlowe,” he says, his laugh sharp and cold. “A bit of something for me to look at before I die and go to heaven.”
“You’re going to hell.”
“More interesting, I’ll take it.”
He pulls out slowly, like we’re on some kind of Sunday drive, but the moment a bullet smashes through the back windshield and through the front one, he takes off, full speed, swerving up into a one-way street the wrong way.
I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to know what’scoming next. Bullets spray the car from behind and then I take a peek, right as a car careens into a truck heading our way.
And we’re next. Oh, shit, we’re?—
Declan spins the wheel sharply, scrapes his side of the car along another truck, this one parked. A plume of sparks flies out behind us as we narrowly miss pancaking into the other truck.
He turns the wheel sharply again, a hard left, driving along another street of empty warehouses, with two cars spewing bullets behind us.
We’re going to die. I press my lips together hard to stop screaming.
Something crashes loudly in the near distance and there’s a roaring coming up next to me.
“Keep the fuck down, lass,” Declan snarls, shoving my head way down. There’s a loud boom and a crash and window glass rains down around me and I don’t even know if it’s in that order; my head’s still wobbling from the inside out.
There’s a shot that slams into the car and this time I scream.
Declan puts both hands on the wheel, gun still gripped in one as he turns the wheel and we roar off, the car thumping and veering as we do.
