Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

“Let me touch you,” he said heatedly as he pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him reluctantly at first and then thought of the moments that had led us to the one we were in. I thought of how he’d always cared for me, protected me. Loyalty led me to return the kiss as his hands drifted low. I let him unbutton my pants and sneak a finger beneath my panties as my body became warmer to his touch.

Breaking our kiss, he whispered, “I want to give you something.” I gasped in surprise as he dipped a finger inside me and brought it up, massaging me. Sensation blossomed deep in my belly as he rubbed me continually while his lips explored my neck.

“Touch me, beautiful,” he pleaded as I gasped and bucked, meeting his finger. I reached for the bulge beneath me and hiccupped in surprise when I unbuttoned his pants and he bared himself. Lost in sensation, I gripped him with my fist and pulled hard.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to put it here,” he whispered as his finger dipped in and out while his thumb kept rhythm. I felt the surface of something and paused on his lap.

“It’s okay, baby. Go with it,” he murmured as I gripped him hard, sweat building on my forehead and running down my back.

“Oh…Laz. Oh, I…oh,” I gasped as the feeling reached the top and boiled over. Every limb shook as he laid me down on the seat and moved his fingers faster while I quaked beneath him.

“You are so fucking pretty.” Kissing my lips gently, he pushed himself into my hand, encouraging me to move again. I looked up at him with wide eyes as I stroked him, watching his face contort.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he hissed as I worked my arm faster and harder until he stilled, spilling thick and hot down my hand.

“Baby, fuck. Baby, I love you.”

I felt the knot form in my throat as he ruined it for us both. He was high, and I didn’t know if it was him or the meth talking. I refused to give him the reply I’d always wanted to because of it. Suddenly, I was furious. I left him with a short goodbye before making my way home. I didn’t want to hear those words from him. Not that way. He’d taken that from me. I cried as I crawled into bed, knowing deep down that he hadn’t really chosen me.

“She’s a beauty,” the grease-ball pumping my gas remarked while surveying my ’78 Chevelle. I’d spared no expense on the candy apple red paint, the refinished leather seats, and what lay beneath the hood. Of all my cars, it was my favorite. It was sleek; it reeked of recklessness and spoke for itself on the open road.

“Thanks,” I said dryly, completely uninterested in the envy covering his features. When he turned to me with a mustard toothed smile, I cringed. “The car isn’t so bad, either.”

“How much do I owe you?” I asked, pulling cash from my pocket.

“Depends. You want full service?” His suggestive tone disgusted me. I was sure he hadn’t seen a toothbrush…ever.

“Nope, just the gas.” I was somewhere between Knoxville and Nashville and had absently chosen to get gas in bum fucked Egypt. More afraid for my sister than the creepy eyes the man made at me, I handed him fifty dollars and headed to the driver’s seat with the belated realization that stretching my legs had been a mistake.

“Jack, come out here. You have got to get your eyes on this one.” I sighed deeply knowing that the state I was in was far from hospitable. I willed the man coming toward the vehicle to do the right thing, but the second I saw his greasy hair and toothy, knowing grin widen, I knew he’d made his decision. He wanted either me or the car, or both, and I wouldn’t put it past either of them to try and take what didn’t belong to them.

“Come on, honey, show us what’s under the hood,” Greasy Jack prompted as I strapped on my belt.

“I’m in a hurry, fellas. Maybe on my way back through.” I jumped as Greasy reached in the driver’s side, popping the hood. He smelled of liquor and piss, and I had to turn my head away to keep from gagging. As soon as the hood was lifted, I leaned in my glove box and grabbed Leroy—short for Leroy Brown, the most lethal of my guns—unlocked the safety then stuffed him into the back of my pants. I exited my car and rounded the hood to see them peering inside.

“Like I said, I’m in a hurry. Close the hood please and I’ll be on my way.”

“She’s in a hurry, Cody. You hear that?”

Fuck.

I maintained my patience as the two men began to fidget with the motor. I watched them like a hawk to make sure they weren’t trying to keep me immobile as I glanced around the deserted area. There were no cars coming in either direction, and it seemed to just be the two of them.

I wasn’t afraid; I was annoyed and finally made it known.

“I paid. I’m done here. Close the hood.” Cody looked up at me with a sneer.

“Calm your attitude, girl. We haven’t seen one of these ’78s before, I’m guessin’.”

“Good guess. Take a picture if you want,” I snapped, “And please, shut my fucking hood.”

No longer able to control my rising temper when the two didn’t move, I lifted my hand to close the hood when Greasy Jack gripped it tight.

“You don’t want this fight,” I warned as they gave each other a look and then burst out laughing.

“No, baby, we don’t want to fight you. We just want a taste. Why not take us for a ride?”

I lifted a brow. “You have a business to run, and I have business to attend to. What is it going to take to leave here?”