one leg against my thigh, giving me a prime view of that sopping wet pink pussy.
“Eyes on the street, Falcone,” she said with a daring grin.
“How am I supposed to focus on driving if your pussy’s tempting me?”
“You’re a big boy. You can deal. Now get me off.”
I chuckled as I returned my eyes to the street. I reached out and cupped Dinara’s knee, then slowly trailed my hand up her inner thigh.
“Faster.”
“The car or my fingers?”
“Both,” she hissed, grabbing my wrist and pressing my fingers against her wet pussy. I groaned at the feel of her welcoming heat, knowing it would feel perfect around my cock.
I slid two fingers into her. She moaned, her walls clenching around my fingers.
Soon Dinara’s hips rotated frantically, driving my fingers deeper into her pussy. The lights of Vegas came into view and soon we passed buildings and crowded sidewalks.
I fingered Dinara even faster until she cried out, her inner muscles clamping like a vice around my fingers. I kept fucking her but slowed. My foot on the gas eased too and soon the blur of hotels and people became distinguishable. Dinara leaned her cheek against the glass, peering out with parted lips. I curled my fingers, causing her to moan and fog up the glass. I pulled into the parking garage of a random hotel and parked at the side. The moment the car stopped, I shoved my seat back.
Dinara didn’t hesitate before she climbed on my lap and lowered herself on my cock.
The passengers of passing cars gave us white-eyed looks. It was only a matter of time before their reports would lead security or even the police here. I grabbed Dinara’s neck and pulled her down for a kiss while my other hand palmed her firm ass as she rode me. Our bodies seemed to become one and our surroundings faded to the background.
We clung to each other almost desperately, as if this was the last time, we could ever be close.
When we returned to our motel room that night, our mood was solemn. We’d almost reached the end of our list, and with it the end of our vigilante journey. After that we’d have to return to our normal life, or as normal as our life could be. We crawled into bed together, both on our backs, our arms touching.
“What are we going to do after the last kill?” I asked.
Dinara blinked up at the ceiling. “I hope I’ll feel freed.”
“I hope so too, but that’s not what I meant.”
She rolled over to face me, her smile solemn. “I know. I suppose you will return to the race camp?”
“The season is as good as over and with all the races I missed, I can’t make a top ten position anyway.”
Dinara nodded. She stroked her fingertips along the stubble on my chin and cheek. “So you’ll return to Vegas to celebrate Christmas with your brothers?”
Christmas seemed lightyears away, even if there was only a month until Christmas eve. “That’s the plan, yes,” I said slowly. “But I thought you could join me.”
Surprise crossed Dinara’s face. “You want me to spend the holidays with your family?”
“With me and my family,” I corrected. “Does it really come as such a shock to you that I want you at my side, even during the holidays. We’ve spent night and day together over the last few months, and to be fucking honest, despite all the brutal shit our adventure entailed, it was the best time of my life.”
“Then you should reconsider your life choices,” she said with a wry smile, but her eyes held tenderness. “It says a lot about me and you that it was also the best time of my life. We’re fucked up.”
“So what?”
“Once we’re done with the list, you’ll still be a Camorrista and I’ll still be the daughter of the Chicago Pakhan. Is there a way this can work?” Her lips brushed mine and her eyes held hope and anxiety.
“If we want it to.”
“My father doesn’t want war with the Outfit. That would hit too close to home, but if he agreed to a truce with your brothers, that might very well lead to a war declaration from the Outfit.”
“We don’t fight over the same territory,” I said. “Your father rules over the Great Lakes. We don’t have to declare truce to ignore each other’s existence.”
“You think ignoring each other’s existence is enough for you and me to be an official couple? Where would we even live? We couldn’t live