lips actually touch, she whispers, “Be a good boy and I just might give you a show.” She sticks her tongue out, running it along the seam of my lips before I can’t hold back. Crashing my mouth to hers, I devour it. Our teeth clank; I tug at her tongue. She moans, pressing her tits into my chest. Fuck, I’ll fuck her again, right here, right now. My bag falls from my hand as I grip her hips and lift her. She wraps her legs around me, grinding against me.
“You’re gonna get in trouble,” I whisper between nips at her lips.
“I like trouble.”
“So it seems.”
“I’m supposed to be meeting a guy named Grave?” I hear the truck driver say but fuck, Silla feels too good pressed up against me like this. She wiggles her hips and I nearly come in my jeans.
“We need that bike, babe,” I remind her as she presses harder.
“I need your cock inside of me.”
“Fuck,” I growl, debating just doing it, just fucking her right here against the hotel wall. That is until she drops her legs and slides down my body.
“But you’re right. We need the bike.” I’m spanking her ass later for that shit.
“Shit, move there,” I say, nodding toward her. She smiles as I take the clipboard from the guy and sign my name on it. I step back and watch as he unloads the bike when my phone rings. Pulling it out, I see it’s Mystic.
“Bike’s here.”
“Yeah, I know, but that’s not what I’m callin’ for.”
“What’s goin’ on?” The line is silent for a long second. That usually means nothing good is coming from this conversation.
“Shit, Grave. Someone put a hit out on your mom, brother.”
“What? Who the fuck did that?”
“I don’t know man. I’m pullin’ what I can but this just came down the line. When you headin’ back?”
“Now. Shit, can you get someone on her? Psycho?”
“That’s another issue, Grave. Psycho is off his meds, brother. He’s goin’ all kinds of crazy,” he informs me. I curse under my breath.
“Who called you?”
“Preacher.”
“Fuck! Get him over there, Mystic! Get him there now!” I shut the phone off and stuff it in my pocket before grabbing my bag and stuffing it into the saddlebag. When I turn to Silla, I see my other gun in her hand. She checks the ammo before stuffing it into her backpack as I watch. I got a few guns off the street up here when I first got out of the hospital. I didn’t want any fucking surprises but there she is, the biggest surprise of them all, standing in front of me with my gun.
“What?” she asks playfully.
“Stealin’?”
“No. I’m just borrowing. What was with the phone call?”
“Someone ordered a hit on my mom. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s my dad tryin’ to pull me out of hidin’.” She nods her head and holds her hand out to me. I just look from her hand back to her face.
“Your phone. Let me use it,” she says, raising an eyebrow. I pull it back out of my pocket and pass it to her. She dials a number, bringing the phone to her ear as I watch.
“Seven, four, four, three.” I tilt my head to the side, but Silla just sticks her tongue out at me. “I need any hit lists that went viral in the last week.” She waits for a long second as if she’s listening to what they’re saying on the other end of the line. When she finally pulls the phone from her ear and passes it back, she shrugs.
“You’re probably right. It might be your dad.”
“You got that from a phone call?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s it like, the hitman hotline?” I ask with a smile on my face.
“Every hit that comes through isn’t just from my dad’s organization. Sometimes we’re hired out for other jobs,” she tells me.
“You gave a number.”
“Wasn’t mine. It’s a friend’s. They can trace the number back to the hitman.” I chuckle under my breath.
“There’s a goddamn hotline. Who the fuck would have known?” Shaking my head, I grab one of the helmets, passing it to her as I pull the other one on. I need to get home.
Chapter Nine
I pull the garage door closed, when I hear the side door open. It takes seconds and there’s a gun pointed at my head, but Silla was quick to pull too. She has my spare aimed at the person behind me.
“That wouldn’t be smart,” she says with a smile.
“I’m not