You Kill Me (The Prospect 3)

“I don’t have one,” she mumbles, and I brush her wet hair from her brow.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I think the cold water froze your brain cells.”

“We could just leave. Go somewhere new and start fresh. The two of us.”

“Someone would always be looking, and we’d always be on edge waiting for them to find us. Besides. It’s not like you don’t have a life to get back to. And I have a club to run.”

“I like where I’m at now.”

“And where’s that?”

“With you.”

“Puhlease. Don’t feed me no bullshit. We both know I’m a sure thing, Killer.” She pecks me on the lips.

“I see you, Trin. I know you. You’ve never had anyone truly give a damn about you. Everyone was always out to use you and take a piece of you, but no one truly got you. I see the fire in you, but I don’t want to squash it or tame it. I want to ignite you and see you burn bright as the sun. You’ve got the hands of a killer but when you look at me, I see love staring back at me.”

She smiles at me. “You some sort of poet or some shit. Never took you as the romantic type. You talk a sweet game but we both know if Pedro offers you a deal, you’ll take it to save your ass. I would too.”

“Ride or die, Trin. I give you my word. I’ll ride with you and die by your side.”

“Prove it.”

“I will, sugar tits. I will.” She shivers against me. “Let’s go warm you by the fire, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she whispers.

We make it back to our camp, and I know I’m going to have to go back to town for supplies or hunt our dinner for tonight. Right now though, I’m hungry for something else. Trin is stripping out of her wet clothes and laying them on a rock to dry. I stare at her body, tattoos and scars that tell a story of a girl who was beaten down and forgotten by the people who were supposed to love her. I step up behind her, trailing my fingers down her spine. My cock pulses with need. I’m always hungry for her greedy pussy. Turning into me, her face has softened, and the hard bitch is replaced with a different side of her that she rarely shows.

Our mouths collide and I walk her toward the cave and closer to the fire. Dropping to our knees our kiss never breaks. I lay her down on the flimsy plastic tarp, pulling back to gaze at her. Taking my time, I pepper kisses down her neck, seeing bruises from my fingerprints. My cock twitches and grows harder.

Scratching her nails down my back, Trinity explores my body getting to know the lines and curves of my backside. Here with her, I feel like I’m holding the whole world when she’s in my arms. “I’d follow you down to hell,” I vow, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Killer.”

“Call me Caleb. Right now, I’m Caleb.”

“All right, Caleb,” she purrs, reaching between us to stroke my length.

Her touch sets my blood on fire. Trinity makes me want things I’ve never wanted. True intimacy. She bared her soul to me. She’s been through some shit, and it’s no wonder she’s as fucked if not more fucked in the head as me. I know I can’t save her. Hell, I can’t fix her, but I can damn sure love her in this moment. Maybe in a different life under other circumstances she’d love me, and we could go straight, but this is who we are.

Kissing my way down her body, I move between her thighs, tasting her slowly, dragging my tongue back and forth through her silk heat. She’s already fuckin’ soaked. Her juices melting on my damn tongue. Her fingers stroke my head as I lick and suck on her pussy. I slide two fingers knuckle deep in her ass and Trinity creams on my tongue like a g

ood bitch.

“Fuck me, Killer,” she pants.

I roll her over to all fours and slap her ass. “What’d I tell you to call me?” I growl and slap her ass harder before she can answer. She smirks over her shoulder at me, rocking back and forth teasing her ass at the head of my dick. “I won’t fuck you until you say it.”

“Come on, now. You know you want to slide that big cock between my legs and fuck my brains out.”

“Gonna shove it down your damn throat.”

“That a promise?”

I grab her by the back of her hair and yank her toward me.