If Travis Walker couldn’t be bothered for Kylie, then Juliet would find someone else to eliminate. Someone whose death would bring that asshole to his knees once and for all.
But first, she would have to find a place to go for a little while. Somewhere to hide until the heat died down. The reward would have people actively looking at her. It raised the chances of her being caught.
As much as it pained her, she knew she would have to leave the area for a little bit. Not too far though. Juliet liked knowing Travis Walker was close.
Mexico wasn’t ideal but it would take little effort to get there. Only a few hours from here.
Then again, crossing the border on her own would likely result in her being caught. She would have to get creative, which meant a little more time.
Nope. Not Mexico. Not yet.
A touristy spot might work. Somewhere along the coast. South Padre? It was close to Mexico. That way, if it came down to it, maybe she could make a run for it.
As she scanned her items through the self-checkout lane, Juliet came up with a new plan.
Chapter Twelve
Three weeks later
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Reese had known that offering a rewardto the public would result in an overabundance of crap sightings of Juliet Prince.
What he hadn’t expected was to have spent the past three weeks chasing one lead after another only to come up with absolutely nothing. Every single time they had what sounded like a legit sighting, they investigated. And so far, they’d done nothing more than harass innocent people.
The calls had died down significantly in the past couple of days. They’d been prepared for that, too, realizing there would be a heightened sense of awareness in the beginning, when the story was hot, but eventually the buzz would wear off. With each passing day, people were forgetting about the reward, moving on with their lives. Eventually they would stop looking for the woman whose picture had been flashed on the television and social media for several days, asking for any information leading to her whereabouts.
If he was being honest, it pissed him off.
Now as he stood in the shower, his head down, the heat of the water beating over his tired muscles, Reese tried to relax. He needed to regroup, to come up with a new plan. Juliet Prince was out there. It was just a matter of pinpointing where. No one could hide forever, regardless of how determined they were.
He must’ve been so lost in his own head that he hadn’t heard Brantley come into the bathroom, because it wasn’t until he felt the man press up against his back that he even realized he had company.
“You’ve been in here a long time,” Brantley said, his arms banding around him, palms flattening on his chest and pulling him back.
Reese leaned into the hard body, letting Brantley keep him upright.
“You’re thinkin’ too much.” Brantley’s voice was low, guttural. “I can help with that.”
“Can you?”
The hands pressed to his chest slid lower, gliding over his stomach, down, down.
Reese groaned softly when Brantley teased and tormented before finally fisting his cock. His touch was featherlight but more than enough to awaken every nerve ending in Reese’s body.
Tilting his head to the side, he gave Brantley access to his neck as warm lips caressed his skin.
He let himself be touched, enjoyed the attention, admired the confidence he felt in Brantley’s movements. The man could bring him pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known. He found it interesting how the rest of the world could fade away, even if only for the briefest of moments. Nothing else existed except for the two of them. Right here. Right now.
Reese turned in Brantley’s arms, needing to solidify the connection. He palmed Brantley’s head, pulled him closer until their lips fused. Leaning into the tiled wall, he let that kiss take him to new heights, enjoying the way Brantley explored his mouth. Always seeking, always searching, as though there was something new to find.
Reese’s hands wandered, gliding over slick skin. He was content just like this, although his body was prepping for more, his cock throbbing incessantly, the need for release igniting.
Brantley never pushed, his hand continuing to stroke Reese’s cock. Up, down. Slow, steady. It was enough for Reese’s heart to beat harder, faster, his breaths rasping in and out of his lungs.
Then the kiss broke and Brantley’s forehead rested against his, but his exquisite touch never disappeared.
“Come for me,” Brantley whispered as they both watched what Brantley was doing to him.
