Outlaw's Virgin:: New Adult Romantic Suspense (Zodiac Alphas: Cancer Book 1) Read online

  It was getting to be too late to drive, and we were having too much fun. Shit would have gotten crazy if I didn’t exit, so before I dove into my urge to kiss her, I pushed back.

  “Alright, girl. I need a shower,” I announced, heading towards the door. “See ya later.”

  I figured that would be the end of it, but I was surprised to feel soft hands trail my back.

  “Luke…” The airy sweetness of her inebriated voice was seductive. I turned in my mildly drunken haze to look Kara in her beautiful blue eyes. They cried out to me with need.

  “What’s up?” I slurred ever so slightly. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips pressing so passionately against mine that my head nearly slammed against the door.

  “Aye, what are you…?”

  “Shh…”

  She pressed her fingers to her lips and pulled me away from the door. She put the chain back on the groove and secured the rest of the locks.

  She was clearly tipsy also. Her olive skin was rosy with the pink that only came from a night of good drinks. The color had given her complexion a dusky rose look, and those (I imagined to be) gorgeous rosy brown nipples were also poking through her ribbed green tank top.

  Kara stopped and bit her lip as she pulled me a few steps ahead of her. Her eyes were stained dark blue, and I recognized that unmistakable gaze of lust.

  “What’s up? Girl, come on.” I didn’t know what she was doing but I could see she was feeling kind of wild. The room was filled with enough tension to snap a rubber band.

  “You wanna take a shower, right?” She giggled, her perfectly arched brow cocked in question. She tossed her chin up and directed, “Go take a shower.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Man, I don’t have time for this. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”

  “That’s fine. Shower and come to bed. With me.”

  This chick couldn’t be serious. I stood there, looking at her as if she were crazy and wondered if this was happening, or a figment of my imagination.

  She shook her head and brushed past me, connecting our bodies lightly against each other. The sound of flowing water confirmed: This. Was. Happening.

  “Luuuuuke!” She called out. “Stop being a weirdo.”

  She reappeared in the doorway, steam clouding the air bathroom behind her, indicating the comforts of a hot cleansing experience just steps beyond her gatekeeping.

  My uncertainty must have been obvious because she laughed. “You’re so weird when you’re drunk.”

  “I’m not drunk,” I lied. I wasn’t full blown drunk, but I was definitely not one hundred percent sober. My eyes rolled over her body, nice healthy tits perched up in that pushup bra, her candy pussy hidden in the cameltoe of her denim shorts, almost too short to be explicit.

  I wanted to peel those shorts off and stick my tongue in her sugar bowl.

  “Are you going to take this shower, or not?”

  “Not.”

  “Urgggggh!” She pouted. “You frustrate me.”

  I chuckled, but she moved forward, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bathroom.

  “Here’s the bathroom. It doesn’t bite. Take your shower, so we can sleep.”

  “I’m not getting naked in front of you.”

  “Don’t worry.” Her eyes rolled in mock disgust. “I don’t want to see your funky ass naked.”

  That’s what her mouth said. Her eyes gave me another story, a hungry sparkle confessing forbidden desire to see what I was packing. She wasn’t going to be ready for this cock, especially with the way it was filling out underneath my boxers.

  “Whatever,” I said, fighting the urge not to grab my thickening package. The need to release my nut was getting more primal by the minute.

  I turned away from her and faced the shower, blooming with steam, peeled off my shirt and wifebeater. I tossed them to the floor and looked back at her.

  “D’ya mind?”

  “Sure.” The extra half-second it took for her to move revealed the edge of her desire. She was enjoying the show, hoping it wouldn’t end. She wasn’t the only one doing the teasing around here.

  She stepped away from the door, but didn’t close it. I waited until I heard the squeak of the bed to finish peeling off my lower half and jumping into the shower. Motel soap is hard, cheap. It strips your skin so dry you turn into a damned skeleton.

  Doesn’t matter though. I’m clean, I’m sobering up, (so I think,) and I’m getting clear-headed.

  Almost.

  Kara’s glorious tits put on a show in my mind. If I had my way, I think to myself, I would have her kneel before me in the shower, soap those tits up, and slide my cock in between, tit-fucking her rack until I spurted my nut all over her face.

  Thoughts of sliding my hard dick between her sweet tits, letting my balls slap against her breast bone, lead me to soap my dick really good. The weight of my meaty shaft impressed me, and I remember it’s been a minute since I’ve busted a real good nut. Fuck.

  Kara definitely wasn’t like the whores Antonio collected. Some of the women he had us pick up were real sluts, willing to do anything for a taste of blow or freedom, thinking that a sloppy cocksuck was enough to pardon their deal with the Devil.

  I’ve taken advantage before. But not with Kara. She’s so innocent, different.

  She’s a fucking virgin. That’s what makes the thought of nutting on her so damn enticing and wicked at once. My DNA would be all over her virginal skin, in her mouth, and in her stomach, digesting into her body if I had the chance.

  I groan as I release my seed into the shower floor, letting it drift toward the drain while I wash my body again from head to toe, making sure I’m clean enough to feel stripped of every natural body oil. Only God would know when we’d be able to stop and rest for another shower again on the way to Antonio.

  After rinsing beneath the fading heat, I turn off the water, and grab a towel. I look at the floor and cuss. My clothes are dirty. And they’re not even in the bathroom.

  “Hey,” I called out. “Give me my clothes.”

  Silence.

  “Kara, this isn’t funny.”

  More silence.

  I walk out, towel wrapped around my waist. My heart drops. Kara’s not here. Neither are my clothes. Or my keys.

  All I have is her duffel bag, and the room. The sitcom playing on TV breaks into raucous laughter, as if everyone in the audience is in on the insult to my intelligence. My cheeks seethe with anger.

  I look outside and see the car’s missing too. That bitch eluded me. I turn my back for two seconds, let my guard down, and she’s fucking gone.

  All I have is my phone, and I’m terrified to fucking touch it. The battery’s strong, but what the hell would I say to Antonio? Who could I call? How the fuck would I explain this to 911?

  Fuck.

  “FUCK!” I punch the wall. Its cheap drywall crumbles into a hole, revealing just how fucking trashy this rinky-dink piece of shit building is.

  I pace the room, working on a way to figure out exactly how the hell I’m going to recover from this situation when the click of the door opens. Before Kara walks in, I’m at the door.

  “Where the hell did you go?”

  She’s startled. “I went to your room. You didn’t have anything to change into, so I took your clothes to the Walmart across the street.”

  I glared at her, and her panicked gaze met mine as she held up a large bag. The outlines of clothing tags pressed against the trademark white plastic of the bag. I could see another bag inside, and assumed it was my dirty clothes.

  I felt like an asshole, but I was still pissed, and needed to get some things straight.

  First things first. “Keys.”

  I held out my hand and she placed the keys to my truck in my palm. I check them out, make sure they’re not damaged, and that nothing’s missing. I look outside, and exhale a big sigh of relief. Besides her bad parking, nothing looked wrong.

  “Are you going to take this fucking bag, or no
t?” She not only looks offended, she sounds offended.

  I take the bag, look inside. Fresh underwear, three pairs, a new package of wifebeaters, a pair of jeans, clean socks, and two white tees. In the other bag are my pungent, sweaty threads, including her dad’s shirt, balled up. I’m embarrassed by their stench.

  She scoffed as she walked around me to the bed. “Asshole.”

  I ignored her and took the bag - and my keys - to the bathroom. I wouldn’t let them out of my sight again.

  After changing, I look in the mirror, and admit that I feel like a new man, especially when I use the new deodorant and body spray I find nestled amongst the new wares.

  Even still, it doesn’t help the remorse I felt from seeing her miffed expression. She looked irritated. I felt the room’s warmth shrivel away when our eyes met.

  “Thank you,” I said. My tone was softer, apologetic. “I feel like a new man.”

  She nodded, shot me a thumbs up, and returned her attention to the TV. Laughter fills the room, but the accompanying joy that usually follows fails to swallow the resentment in the air.

  I sat on the edge of the queen sized bed.

  “I’m sorry.”

  The words are a struggle. They’d never left my lips before, ever. But my pride couldn’t beat the cold chill in her eyes.

  I needed to see her smile, to feel her warmth. No matter how big my ego was, my self-importance couldn’t compete with that need.

  “I shouldn’t have run up on you like that, gone off on you like I did,” I continued. “I just panicked when I came out and saw you gone. I thought you tried to escape…”

  “Would have served you right if I did,” she spat, tossing her perfect chin up. I bit my lip, suppressing my urge to meet fire with fire.

  “Maybe it would,” I said. “But that would have only gotten me killed, and more of Antonio’s men sent to find you.”

  “They wouldn’t have found me.”

  “The truck has a tracker,” I said, giving her my most serious expression. “Once your escape became obvious, all it would have taken is one button to detonate the engine’s destruction. You would have been stuck until one of our men got you. We have eyes everywhere. Would you have really wanted those problems?”

  Stony eyes briefly revealed panic, before she sighed and looked away.

  I reached for her hand, lifting it to my lips. “I’m sorry. Please accept my apology. I’m an asshole, and I didn’t mean to…”

  “Apology accepted,” she said.

  “Thank you.” My shoulders slunk in relief.

  “Besides,” she added, “I don’t think you need to be alone tonight. You’re paranoid when you’re drunk.”

  “I’m not drunk.” That episode sobered me up quite a bit.

  “Yeah, whatever.”

  She slid off the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I need a shower too, duh.” She slid that green tank up over her belly, revealing those pretty tits in a perfectly plain pink bra. Her shorts peeled off just as easily.

  Her skin was flawless and her curves were delicious, slim, toned, but enough meat to be womanly and enticing.

  My mouth suddenly felt dry, and my dick jerked, offering to come back to life.

  “Stop staring, dickwad.”

  Her tone was biting, but there was a playful gleam in her smirk. Those frosty blues were warming up, just a tinge. She hooked her foot around her clothes, lifting them up from the floor and tossing them onto the dresser.

  Kara had transformed from ultra-shy to confident tease over the time we’d been together. She extended her limits as each hour passed, and the drinks did nothing but help her show her wanton side even more.

  She walked off to the shower, switching those hips extra hard. She may have thought she was a good actress, but she hadn’t fooled me. Yeah, her attitude was rude, but those nipples were hard and that bra couldn’t hide it. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn I could smell the heat of her arousal.

  Man… Keeping my hands off of her felt like it would be impossible.

  “Gosh. Get a little liquor in your, and it doesn’t take you anytime to pass out at all.”

  I opened my eyes to see Kara standing at the foot of the bed. She’d changed into a fresh tank and some yoga shorts.

  “Girl, if you don’t shush and get in this bed,” I grumbled, my face slightly reddened. “I just closed my eyes for a minute.” I didn’t want to admit she’d caught me knocked out, completely unaware of my bearings for the moment I’d slipped away.

  “Mhm.”

  Her face was scrubbed clean, and her eyes twinkled in amusement as they swept my body. Her hair was damp, wavy, and spilled in rich ripples around her back and shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

  She reached and arranged her dirty clothes in a pile on the floor, separate from mine. After twisting the knob on the light next to the bed, she grabbed the remote, and turned the television off.

  I smirked to myself. Laying up a little past midnight in a cheap motel with a woman usually came after sex. She’d usually be knocked out and I’d slip out when I knew she was in a deep sleep.

  This time around, there wasn’t any sex. We weren’t even sharing the bed fully. She was below the covers, I was sleeping atop of them. My car keys were stuffed beneath me on my side of the mattress. I’d become vigilant about knowing where they were at all times.

  I had no choice.

  I was terrified when she’d left. Not just because I had no idea where she’d have gone or if she’d come back. Consequences would have been bad for both of us. Antonio had a way of exacting justice that wasn’t pretty. It was cruel and bone-crushing.

  Yes, I would have been punished for letting her slip away, but she would have been in even deeper shit for trying to escape her contract. I don’t think she could have understood the terror of being forced to watch your mother, aunt, and best friend executed to prove a point.

  Flagstaff, Arizona was only a couple of hours away from Vegas, but I wasn’t in a rush to get her there. I was pushing my boundaries with Antonio, but I wanted to stretch out my final few hours with her. Kara was intelligent, lighthearted, loving…

  … And incredibly sexy. I could feel my cock throbbing for attention just thinking about those tits. Even jerking off earlier had no effect on my attraction to her. I needed to get to my own bed, leave her here so that I could sleep peacefully. I just couldn’t get comfortable laying here next to her, every ounce of me dying to touch her in ways that were beyond appropriate.

  I thought of getting up, heading to the bathroom to stroke back off. It was too late, I was tired, but most of all, I was lazy as hell.

  I turned, slightly, and she spoke.

  “You can get under the covers.” She spoke softly. “I don’t bite.”

  The invitation was warm, luring. Saying nothing, I got in the bed and slid under the covers. When I did, she pulled forward.

  “You’re nice and warm.” She turned toward me, leaning her head on my shoulder. Her leg casually tossed itself over my thigh. “It’s freezing in here.”

  “You want me to turn the AC off?”

  I needed the AC, it was hot in here to me. But I didn’t need that extra level of tension between us. She had no idea how badly I wanted to pierce the veil restraining our limits.

  “No. The coolness contrasts well with your body heat.” Her fingers did a slow, wavy dance up and down my chest. “Besides, you’re probably the only chance I’ll have to touch a hot guy.”

  My expression shifted. “What do you mean?”

  “Doesn’t Antonio pimp out women?”

  “No. Who told you that?”

  “Maddie says -“

  “Maddie doesn’t know everything.”

  “Maddie knows people who know Antonio. Have worked with him.” She continued. “She said that women end up dead or prostituted when they deal with him.”

  “I’m not going to be a prostitute, am I?”

  Kara
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  “I’m not going to be a prostitute, am I?”

  I had to know. If everything Maddie told me was true, I had to know. I had to be prepared, because this would change a lot for me.

  I waited for an answer, but I only got silence.

  “Luke.” My tone was more insistent.

  He sighed. “Why are we having this conversation?”

  “What do you mean, why? Because my life is on the line. I thought I signed a contract to work at the casino. Sales or guest services. But the more I learn about Antonio, and the more I’m around you, the more suspicious this all becomes. And then when Maddie -“

  He cut me off, annoyed. “Didn’t I say Maddie doesn’t know everything?”

  “Her boyfriend’s uncle was murdered and dismembered. His body parts were scattered all over the family’s lawn!” I spat back. “Don’t tell me what she doesn’t know when you don’t know what she does know. She knows that Antonio’s not a man to cross, and that’s for damn sure.”

  “That’s what happens when you don’t honor your contract,” he said. “You’re here. You’re going to follow the contract. Your body won’t end up scattered all over anyone’s lawn.”

  I gasped. “So it’s… true?”

  “What?”

  “Antonio isn’t this hardworking, kind community businessman. He’s a criminal with a good guy facade.” Dread simmered through my body as the truth clicked into place. “He’s a local criminal. I was persuaded into a contract with a local crime boss. And now he’s going to sell me for five years… to pay off these loans.”

  “I don’t know if you’re going to be sold, Kara,” Luke spoke softly. “But you will work for him. And you will learn, early on, that you will not survive any deliberate betrayal against him.”

  I was sick to my stomach. He couldn’t even deny the possibility that I would be sold. He couldn’t deny that Antonio was a criminal. The only thing he could offer were words of support - and they weren’t supportive at all, just a warning to do as I’m told in order to stay alive.

  Emotion flash-flooded me, huge waves of terror and sorrow as the truth of selling my soul to the devil began to sank in.