“Yes, baby girl. I’m close too.”
I tilt my head back as my cum surges from my cock. I pulse over and over as though I have an endless stream of cum. The primal need to breed her, so she can’t leave me just about knocks me sideways. Pregnancy is the one thing I’ve avoided like the plague. I’ve practically double bagged it even when I know my partner’s on birth control. Previously, the thought of kids was such a repellant that my dick wanted to hide inside me. With Vita—the idea fills my chest to bursting.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
No!
Yes!
Maybe?
No!
Just not yet.
I feel lightheaded from my whirling thoughts and from my labored breathing. I close my eyes as I attempt to compose myself. Vita still has her head resting against my shoulder, so I take my time to come back down to Earth.
When she finally leans back, and I can see her expression once again, there’s wonder that turns mischievous as she speaks.
“Jandro, that was a kind of orgasm I’ve never had before. It came from so deep within me. Instead of a kinda tingly sensation, it was like a deep warmth. You rarely hear about the A-spot and cervical orgasms. They should definitely be talked about far more. I highly recommend.”
We sit connected until my body no longer cooperates. Even after I withdraw, we sit with Vita curled around me. She smatters kisses along my neck as I trail my thumbnail along her spine while my other hand cups her ass.
“Chica, we’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Huh?”
Her kisses slowed about ten minutes ago, and I think she was nearly asleep. I nudge her until she sits up and looks around. I reach for her clothes and help her dress. She’s lethargic until she fully comes around and realizes we’re nearly at my cousin’s house. We’ll see her friend in a few minutes. She rushes to finish as I straighten my shirt and tuck it in.
We’re about to get off the Union Turnpike—I purposely asked the driver to keep us away from Jackson Heights and take the less predictable route—when a barrage of pings hits both sides of the vehicle. Like in the hotel room, I push Vita to the floor and cover her body with mine.
“Jandro?”
“I don’t know what’s happening. Hold on.”
I move to sit up, but she reaches behind me and fists my shirt, pushing me down.
“The car’s completely bulletproof. Let me see.”
It was instinct that had me shielding her, but I don’t fear getting shot if I look out the windows. I ease away from her until I can see more clearly. There are SUVs on both sides of us. Our windows are tinted to a hair’s breadth from illegal. I know whoever’s beside us can’t see me. I look out the rear window as another SUV speeds toward us. I slam my finger onto the button to lower the privacy glass.
“Ellos van a embestirnos.” They’re going to ram us.
“Lo se patrón.” I know, boss.
“Who?”
I glance down at Vita before reaching for the compartment beneath the bench seat. I press, and a drawer springs open. I pull the gun out that I placed there on the way to mytío’shouse. Vita reaches for hers, which we stored beside mine.
“I don’t know yet. We’re safe in here but stay down. I won’t take any chances.”
I look out the rear window again, and the vehicle’s within a few feet of us. I pull Vita onto the seat, and we both rush to get our seatbelts back on. We sense when the impact’s coming, so we bend over and cover our heads. A force harder than you would expect plows into the back of us. My driver speeds up, but it’s not enough before the SUV slams into us again. This time it’s hard enough to make the ass end of our car swerve.
“Watch your elbow.”
I warn Vita as I lower the center armrest then pull a latch that allows me to reach into the trunk. Through it, I ease a rifle. It’s not easy to maneuver it to keep it pointing toward the ceiling and away from Vita until I can point it between my feet.
I know it’s loaded and ready to go, but gun safety’s been drilled into me since the first time I saw a firearm. I was four and got away from my mom, who was trying to convince me to take a nap. I wandered into my dad’s study, hoping he’d take me to the park. He was cleaning one of his handguns.
