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
The heavy fall of rain against the weathered plastic tub is enough to lull me back to sleep... Almost. If I were vacationing somewhere in Hawaii, I could close my eyes and pretend it was a midmorning storm happening outside my window. But as my eyes slowly peel open and I take in my surroundings, I'm reminded that I'm not in Hawaii with lush green vegetation. No, I'm in the desert. Still stranded at the Last Chance Motel.The sound of rain outside the motel window isn't what wakes me. It's the noise from my sexy as hell roommate showering. My ears strain to listen, but there's no sound of singing.What a pity.I bet he has a wonderful signing voice. Lukis can do such marvelous things with his tongue.Being stranded in this shady little motel in the middle of nowhere turned out not to be such a bad thing once Lukis became involved. Fate was looking out for me after all. At first, the thought of spending my birthday in this cheap motel room was anything but exciting, but after sp
"It's a little distance and dreadful place to eat. But it's not the motel restaurant so it will do for us. I never like to meet my business acquaintances close to where I'm staying," he says, sounding like a gangster."That sounds reasonable," I answer, even though it sounds not reasonable at all. How did I get wrapped up with two crazies?"I'll pick you up at four. Make sure you wear something suitable for the truckers," Antonio says, laughing as he ends the call like he made the funniest joke in the history of jokes.The bathroom door opens. I missed the water turning off over my phone conversation. Lukis steps out into the main room with his lower half covered only by a towel.Pity to waste such a view."Who were you talking to?" Lukis asks as I hurry to stuff the phone back under the bed."My uncle." The lies slip right out of my lips. I'm getting better at the subterfuge. "So, what are your plans?" I ask to hurry and get the attention off my fake phone call.Lukis un
"What are you listening for?" I ask as Lukis hunches over his laptop. One ear bud rests in his right ear as he watches the grainy picture of Antonio and one of his goons talking in his motel room.Antonio's room has been upgraded and redecorated unlike ours. The bed sheets are a light color, which shows up white on the infrared computer screen video feed. Antonio sits at a small round table reviewing a stack of papers. Every few minutes, he signs the bottom of one and flips it over onto a pile sitting to his right. Gooney, who's followed him around since the first day but still has no name in my mind, lounges on one of the double beds. Every few minutes, his hand flicks up, waving the television remote at the screen, probably changing the channel. From the angle of the camera, I can't see what he's watching."Antonio took over the business from his father. It's a standard practice. Every few years, he gets together with another member of organized crime from Oklahoma. In a leather
"Well, it's not the ritz, but it's the best we can do in our current location," Antonio says, opening the door to the local truck stop. It's the only place besides the motel diner to get food around here.The place is like I pictured it when Antonio said we'd eat at a truck stop. Old leather booths and a long countertop where guys eat wearing baseball caps hunched over a plate of food. There's a bathroom to the side and at least four pots of coffee brewing behind the counter. I've never been a person to drink coffee in the afternoon, but my years of hospitality have shown me I'm the odd one out. People drink the brown sludge any time of the day.Antonio and his briefcase pass me as he slides into the booth first. The corner of the leather box bashes me in the knee. Everyone sure is going to a lot of trouble for this outdated piece of luggage that's older than I am.As soon as the three of us — me, Antonio, and the aptly named Gooney — sit, a waitress plops down three menus and as
With a cold smile on his face, Lukis reaches over and plucks Antonio's hand from my knee. He rubs the spots where I'm sure to have fingerprint bruises tomorrow and places his hand on my other side."Antonio," Lukis says, still smiling. "I see you've met Sugar Lips."Antonio stares at him quizzically for a second. "You mean Hannah? Yes, she is a delight." Antonio's smile looks more evil as his friendly demeanor falters for a moment. "It's a pity she ended up in your lot. I could've done great things to her."Lukis shudders as if he's imagining the horrible possibilities of what Antonio means. His grip on my knee tightens with a loving affirmative, not out of anger. At least, I hope not. "We're all glad you'll never get that chance.""Is she? She could live it up my mansion. Instead, she'll be traveling the world in your beat-up Jeep as nothing more than a lapdog for Ridge Jefferson."It's the first time someone has mentioned the name Ridge, and I can't help but wonder who he i
We're four steps from the table when Lukis stops and turns back. "'Til next time, Antonio."Antonio nods his head and smiles. "Until next time, Lukis."Then, as if we're four people out to dinner, not a crazy thing in the world going on, Antonio turns and engages in conversation with his goon while Lukis gently pushes me out of the restaurant.The door closes behind us, and we stand on the sidewalk for less than a second before Lukis turns to the right, pulling me toward his big green Jeep.He mutters almost inaudibly to himself as we jog to the other end of the parking lot. Once we're both inside the Jeep, I hurry to buckle my seatbelt, panic causing me to miss two times."I had to hook up with a girl who thinks she can run off with fucking Antonio Gambo.""I didn't plan to run off with Antonio," I yell as Lukis shoves his key into the ignition and turns it, starting the Jeep.He barrels out of the parking spot. "Well, what the hell were you thinking, then?""Antonio c