Chapter 13

Anya came awake slowly still nestled against Gus' big body, eyes focusing on her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. At first she thought she was back at the safe house. Then everything came crashing back down on her. No safe house. They were in a strange motel apparently running from everyone.

She wiggled herself tighter against Gus and felt the hard thickness of his erection prodding her ass. His arm banded across her tummy tightened.

"Keep doing that and I won't want to get out of bed." His voice was warm and still deep from recent slumber.

"Maybe that's what I want." She was only half teasing.

"We've got to get moving," he reminded her."

"I know. But I need you, Gus. I need your strength."

She knew having sex—making love—didn't need to be on their agenda at this particular moment, but she desperately needed that connection. She sighed when his hand cupped her breast, thumb lazily brushing back and forth against her nipple. Purring with satisfaction she pressed herselfmore tightly against him. His breath hissed in her ear and his cock flexed against the crevice of her buttocks.

"You're killing me, darlin'."

"No," she told him. "I'm needing you."

His hand drifted from her breast lower to lightly caress her tummy, down through her curls into her cunt where she knew he'd find her wet and wanting. She rocked back and forth, welcoming the pressure of his fingers on her clit, reveling in the answering heat that shot through her.

Gus' hand left her, his arm reaching back for his wallet on the nightstand. He was clumsy opening it with one hand, but eventually he managed to retrieve the condom he always carried in there—"you never know where we might end up," he joked one time— ripped the foil with his teeth and clumsily managed to sheath himself.

Lifting her top leg he pulled it over his own, opening her to him. Working his hand between them he grabbed his cock and pushed the head into the opening of her pussy. There was no foreplay. The danger of their circumstance had aroused them to the point where neither of them needed it. He thrust hard against her and filled her, every inch of her pussy stretched with his swollen shaft.

"Play with your clit," he murmured. "Do it for me."

Obediently she moved one hand down between her thighs, finding the swollen nub, jumping at the first electric contact. She moved her fingers up and down the way she loved Gus to do, timing her strokes with his thrusts in and out of her. His arm banded tightly across her, his hand holding her breasts. He nipped her earlobe and then traced the lines of her ear with the tip of his tongue. She shivered at the sensations that skittered through her.

Gus picked up the tempo of his strokes and Anya rocked her hips with him, taking him as deep as she could with each forward thrust. Her hand on her clit moved faster and faster. The hard shaft inside her flexed and Gus' body tensed behind her, signaling the approach of his climax. Anya pinched her clit, hard, and they tumbled over the edge together.

The briefness of their climax in no way was an indication of its intensity. Anya rocked her hips hard against Gus as he drove into her again and again, his cock pulsing as he ejaculated in great spurts into the condom. The walls of her pussy convulsed around him, gripping him and milking every last drop.

For a long moment the only sounds in the room were their labored breathing and the whining of the cheap air conditioning unit. Anya thought her heart might pound out of her chest before it finally settled down to a steadier beat. But despite all that, despite the urgency of their situation, despite the briefness of their coupling, there was a deep sense of satisfaction and belonging settling inside her. No matter what happened, she knew Gus would take care of her and always be with her. In the midst of all this, a door had finally slammed shut on her past and given her hope for the future.

She exhaled a slow breath of contentment, wishing they never had to move from this position. But too soon Gus smacked her lightly on her hip and withdrew from her.

"I hate to break it to you, but we have to get up and get moving."

"I know," she sighed. "Reality bites, though, doesn't it?"

Gus was already heading for the bathroom. "Shower, clothes and breakfast," he called over his shoulder.

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" she asked, wondering if they were just going to keep moving from hotel to hotel.

"Yes. As soon as we eat I'm making a call. Then we'll hit the road."