“We’ll escape him.”
“He has everything covered, Cutter.I’ve thought and thought and I can’t find a way out.”
“We’ll run away.”
“He’ll be right after us.”
“We’ll get married.”
“I’m too young.He’ll take you to court.”
“No court will listen if you say you love me.”
“His court will.He knows the judges.”
“So we’ll wait three months.You’ll be old enough then.”
“That won’t do any good,” she cried.“He’ll ruin you!”
“There’s not much left to ruin if I lose you.”
With an anguished sound, she pressed her face to his chest, then looked up and reached for his mouth.He tasted the desperation in her kiss—or in his, he didn’t know which, and it didn’t matter.What mattered was that they were together then and there.
All but bodily lifting her, he opened the door of the pickup, slid her in, and followed.Pressing her flat on the bench seat, he kissed her and touched her until the Decemberair turned hot and heavy between them.Then, disturbed by what she had said and needing a reaffirmation of her love, he began pulling at her jeans.
“God, no, Cutter!”she cried.
“I need you.”He caught her mouth again and ate hungrily from it until his need surpassed that.Rising to his knees, he used both hands on her pants.
“Not here!”she whispered, frantic.“We can’t!”
He tugged the denim over her hips.“We can, dammit.
We can do what we want.”
“If someone comes—”
“No one will.”He unzipped his fly and released himself, then came down to her.“It’s dark.No one will see.”He entered her in a single strong stroke, then thrust again and again, grasping her bottom and lifting her to deepen the penetration until she cried out at the pleasure he gave her.
She came, clutching his shirt, murmuring, “I love you I love you,” and he climaxed seconds later.But he stayed hard, because having her once was never enough.Her breathing had barely slowed before he was moving again.He pushed deeper, harder, and again she rose to meet him.The sound that tore from his throat when he climaxed this time came from deep in his soul.It echoed in the cab of the pickup long after their passion was spent and their clothing repaired.
The chilly air seeped over them quickly.“What are we going to do?”Pam asked.Her cheek was against his chest.She was as curled around him as a human being could be on the front seat of a small truck, and he held her tightly.
“I can’t give you up yet.”
“He’ll do something awful.”
“Then we’ll fight him.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, but there has to be a way.”
“Maybe when I’m eighteen.”
“I’m supposed to stay away from you till then?”
“If he catches us, there’ll be hell to pay.”
