deepest spot over and over, and she felt her pussy tighten around him, warmth spreading through her as she came. He came right after her, squeezing her tits and moaning her name.
He lay on top of her for a moment, both of them catching their breath. She liked the feeling of having him there. It was comfortable and peaceful. He smiled down at her, tracing her lips with his fingertips, and she smiled back, running her hands over his biceps.
Then he rolled off and took her in his arms, kissing her with a sigh. “I’m so glad you’re back, Rielita.”
She smiled and cuddled against him, pressing her cheek against his warm chest. But the real world started to seep back in, and her glow of contentment began to dissipate. She frowned, reaching up to twist one of his dark curls around her finger. “Evan…”
He gave her a searching look, then brushed his lips against hers. “I know it’s not easy for you, being back.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You do?”
“I know how hard it was for you, working for Isaias. You never wanted to, he made you. You never said anything, but I could see it.” His jaw tightened. “I’d beat the fuck out of that guy if he and Maria wouldn’t have me killed for it.”
“Definitely not worth it,” Riel said, feeling a jolt of fear. But it also felt good for him to say that. Did he really want to stand up for her?
A slow grin spread across his face, and he ran his fingers lightly along the curve of her waist. “I do have a way for you to get away from him, though.”
They gazed at each other. Her heart sped up. “What do you mean?”
“I recently got an offer from a guy I know named Mishmash.”
Her speeding heart stumbled, and she chewed the inside of her cheek. She had been hoping his plan wouldn’t involve more drug running, but she should have known. “I know him. The guy down in San Diego.”
“The very same. He says we can go work for him. A little more risk, maybe, because we’d have to cross the border, but it pays a lot better, and Isaias would never find us if we were down there. We could get new identities and everything so you don’t have that rap following you, and to hell with that probation crap.”
She took a deep breath and let it out. It would be nice to be with Evan. It would be really nice. But the thought of running drugs again made her feel dead inside. “I don’t know, Evan.” She looked up at him. “Do you really want to do this stuff for the rest of your life?”
He stroked her hair, gently working the tangles out with his fingers. “No. Not really. But…we could save up our money and retire somewhere where they’d never find us.” He kissed her, his hands sliding up to play with her breasts. She kissed him back, twining her legs with his, feeling a spark of hope. Did he really want to run off with her and get a house together? Or did he just need a partner in crime?
She pulled away again and nestled against him, pressing her cheek to his chest so that he couldn’t see her eyes. She didn’t want him to see how she longed for the idea of living a quiet life with him, because she didn’t know if he was serious, and she didn’t have the courage to ask him if he meant it. It felt good just to lie in Evan’s arms, to be naked next to him and feel the heat of his body. She didn’t want to risk scaring him off and ruining what they did have by wishing they had something more.
Love is bullshit, anyway. Loving someone just leads to being hurt.
“So what do you say, Riel?” he said. “Will you come down south with me?”
“I don’t know…”
His hands slowly made their way along her back to the curve of her ass. “Please come with me. We can leave tomorrow. Hell, we could leave now.” He brought his lips to hers again, giving her a slow kiss. Then he pulled away, gazing at her. “I’ve missed you so much, Riel.”
For a moment she thought she could see something more than his normal, flippant playfulness in his eyes, and her heartbeat accelerated. She could go away with him, away from Isaias. Maybe, if they were together, their relationship would turn into something