Contract Killer - Page 27

He groaned and pulled away. “No, Neeka, we have to stop.” He looked down at her. “This is crossing lines.”

She wanted to tell him she didn’t care about crossing any lines, that she wanted this, but maybe he was right.

“Let me just hold you and keep you safe, okay?”

She looked into his shadow-covered face, knowing he was right, but wishing he wasn’t. She nodded, and he lay back down beside her, pulling her close so that her head rested on his chest. Even if they didn’t go further, she couldn’t lie and say this didn’t feel incredible, as well.



Gage drove down a barren, paved road, most of the asphalt cracked, dirt covering patches of it, which told of how often the road was actually used. Neeka sat beside him in the passenger seat wearing the same sweats and oversized shirt he’d given her last night.

They were about five hours into their trip, and even though he would have preferred to drive straight through, he knew that wasn’t the best course of action.

No doubt her captor was scouting the area, so Gage kept to the deserted roads and off the main ones. It would take him twice as long to reach his destination, but his first priority was to keep Neeka healthy and safe.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, clenching his jaw and shifting when his cock started to harden at the thought of their kiss last night, of how she felt under him. His shaft had been hard all night, and every time she’d moved, she had somehow pressed against his dick, rubbing sensuously and making him ache.

His cock throbbed with the need to be buried inside of her pussy, to feel her long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her, licking and biting her neck, her hands tugging at his hair as she screamed out her orgasm. Gage nearly groaned from the image he conjured up, knowing he needed to rein in his desires or they would both be in trouble.

They’d left the motel before the sun had risen, because he’d wanted to eat up as much distance as he could.

He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, keeping his focus on making sure she was okay. She was his priority, and even if he had been hired to rescue her and take out anyone that meant to harm her, he still felt the need to make sure she was safe above all else.

“I’m not feeling so well,” she said softly, her face looking ashen.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “I think the car ride, and the fact everything is still crashing through me, is taking its toll.” She rested her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. “I think you might need to pull over.” She sat up and covered her mouth, her eyes wide, her face looking even paler.

He pulled over and came to a stop just as she opened the door and jumped out. He heard her throwing up, but before he could get out to see if she was okay she was climbing back in the car.

Gage handed her a bottle of water, his feelings for Neeka making him sloppy in his resolve to get her back. He wanted her safe above all else, but he wasn’t sticking to the plan of just getting her home.

The shock of what she’d been through, and of speaking with her father, igniting all of those emotions, was obviously wearing down her body.

“I’m fine now.” She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the seat again.

He didn’t say anything for several seconds, contemplating on whether to keep going straight through. But looking at her told him he had to think about her welfare, as well.

“Do you want to stop so you can rest a little more?” Normally he would have kept going, but whatever was happening between him and Neeka was making him far from thinking rationally.

“I think I’ll be okay,” she said softer this time, but he could see she was uncomfortable. She was shifting on the seat, a light sheen of sweat covered her forehead.

Deciding he couldn’t continue the long drive with her in the state she was in, he pulled back on the road and started looking for a motel.

Half an hour later he was pulling into the parking lot of an off the road motel. They could rest here for an hour or so, just enough for her to get settled, and maybe feel better, but he wanted back on the road.

The motel’s name was The Wild Thistle, and it looked rundown as fuck. The small, one-story building was situated out in the middle of nowhere, but Gage liked that, because it meant there wasn’t so much activity that he wouldn’t miss something important.

“Stay here. I’ll check us in and you can rest for an hour or so, maybe sleep in a bed to help.”

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