"I'm so sorry," she says, and she does look upset.Not that it does me any good."Whatever. Thanks." I hike my backpack higher on my shoulder and turn, stomping my way out of the lobby. Fuck how childish it looks. Anything is better than crying or stepping on the jerk's foot as I walk out. If he hadn't sped past me on the way in, I would have gotten the last room.The hot Nevada air assaults my face when the door opens and I take my first step outside — a not-so-pleasant reminder I have no water. Or food. Or sunscreen.The bell attached to the door dings again, and I turn back to watch the asshole who got the last room step onto the sidewalk. "Hey, wait up."What now? I stop and scowl in his general direction. "What?"The man smiles. Who knows what he's so happy about, other than having a room when I don't. Big blue eyes sparkle in the midday sun. That coupled with the dirty blond hair and a dominating presence makes him hot. And not in a temperature way."Looks like you
The waitress sets down three tall glasses of water, all filled to the brim with ice. Luk grabs a glass closer to his side of the table like I'm a wild animal who will cut his arm off if he touches my water.Okay, it's not that far from the truth. The other two glasses end up on each side of me, leaving room for the plate of food that has yet to be delivered. A restaurant that serves breakfast twenty-four hours a day and an ice maker. The Last Chance isn't so bad.Of course, I'm eating this meal with a man who walks around with a bag of guns. After Lukis finished unloading his sacks of destruction, he had three reasonably-sized guns lying on the bed. And when I say reasonably, I mean they were regular-sized. Still big, and guns, but not so big and scary I wanted to run away with my arms flailing... much. There's a double-barrel shotgun I'm pretty sure people only use in Westerns, and the most reasonable of the pack is a tiny black pistol. He laid them all out on the bedspread like t
I pull the material of my slinky swimsuit up to my waist and then take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Making my chest and lungs as small as possible, I shimmy the suit past my boobs and wrap each arm through the holes. I love this swimsuit even if it's a bitch to get over my hips. It's a one piece, but there's boning inside the torso that pushes up my boobs and sucks in my stomach. If I could handle not breathing for so long, I'd wear it underneath my clothes every day of the week.And while I don't consider myself overweight, there's nothing that makes you feel like a fat ass more than waking up next to a guy who spends way more time in the gym than you do. Since I spend no time in the gym. I've always been a little proud of my curves, but the only thing curvy on Lukis is the dips where his abs form.True to what he said, Lukis remained respectfully on his side of the bed last night. In fact, he laid down straight on his back with his arm set to his sides and passed out. I
Even though the temperature is already soaring at 8:30 in the morning, no other families gather at the pool. Apparently, all those men surveying the mines don't feel like in a dip before the workday starts. Is Lukis here to spy on one of them? Is something dangerous going on in the mines?Either way, it is not my problem. I plan to sit in the sun, burn off the top layer of epidermis, and figure out what in the heck I'll do with my life and how I will get home.Lukis isn't a guy I can bum a ride from out of here. I lay the towel over the lounge chair and spread my body out on top. The backpack slides under the chair to keep it out of the sun's rays, and I take out one water bottle for easy access. My eyes flutter closed. I didn't get much sleep last night since I woke up every few minutes with lots of tossing and turning. That's what happens when you're sleeping next to a hot guy who promises he'll stay within his half of the bed but you aren't sure if you can trust him. Or if you w
I do my absolute best to walk back to the room at a reasonable pace. I am, after all, on my way to call back my crazy mother. Not tell off the asshole I'm sharing a room with in this godforsaken motel. I'm forced to turn a corner and Antonio's view is blocked from seeing what room I'm staying in from the corner of the restaurant blocking his view Lukis has the only key, an actual key, not those handy-dandy key cards every other motel has used since the nineties.At moments like this, I miss my slightly classier hotel. With the nice carpet and indoor pool, I could have lived there. Since I'm trusting Lukis to have the door unlocked and be waiting for me, with his hard-laced smirk — or frown since they're the same — I don't slow my steps as I get closer. I turn the handle on the door and throw it open to the room. The heavy wooden door files against the wall, banging loudly."Have a good time?" Luk asks with his smirky frown.I want to wipe the filthy smirk off his face. "How in he
The diner looks the same as it did when I ate here with Lukis. Probably because it happened two days ago. Except this time, rather than eating with a man who has a shady past that makes me curious, Antonio's past makes me nervous. Sure, I haven't seen Antonio's bag of guns, but what is he doing to have somebody chasing him with an arsenal of them? It can't be good."This one is nice," Antonio says to the large man following two steps behind us as he walks with his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to a booth in the middle of the restaurant.I try to sit on the seat opposite him, but he waits until I pick a side and sits next to me. His big honking goon slides across from us, scowling in my direction. Antonio didn't take time to introduce us when I met him by the office five minutes ago. The longer this goes on, the more I'm assuming we're supposed to pretend he's not there.The restaurant is nowhere near full but enough people are here to create a small noise level, which
Rather than answer, I shove half a sandwich quarter in my mouth and take my time chewing. Let's hope my disgusting eating habits will turn him off from more perusing.The phone rings halfway through my second section of sandwich—the most obnoxious ringer I could find to alert me of Lukis' call. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss it... and also to give a good indicator of how much he annoys me. A wave of tension rolls off of me, releasing me from its icy grasp. My shoulders slump, and I breathe a sigh of relief. No more playing nice with Mr. Crazy Man. Even I'm not stupid enough to hang around. I don't plan to be mean to him either, but it's time to make my goodbye excuses."Do you need to answer that?" Antonio asks as I reach into my back pocket and silence the phone.I shove the last bite of sandwich in my mouth and chew as fast as possible. "My mother again. I'll call her back when I get to the room."Antonio's face falls. "Does that mean we'll be cutting our afternoon short
The kiss continues until I'm gasping for breath when he pulls away."Promise me you won't see him tomorrow."I pull in a gasp of hot air from around us. "I promise."Lukis is wearing the same clothes he was when I left him, a Buffalo plaid button-down shirt, and without waiting, I unbutton it. Our tongues duel for possession of my mouth. My fingers scrape against the muscles on his upper chest, and I pull him closer. Needing to touch him.The second to last button is tight and won't fit through the buttonhole, so I fist the material and pull the shirt apart, exposing his muscular chest."Damn, Sugar Lips, this is one of my favorite shirts." Lukis steps back, allowing the shirt to fall from his shoulders, a huge smile displayed on his face.I shrug. "Don't worry. I'll buy you a new one."My pussy clenches as Lukis rubs his pelvis against mine, his belt digging into my jeans. His hands slide up either side of my body, taking my shirt with them. Luk's face falls between my b