The address that Malcolm had taken from Gonzales, as he died, was over ten hours away from the city. Cold metal had been
jabbing into her back while she drove. She hated wearing the gun under the waistband of her pants, but she feared not having it more than the discomfort. According to the GPS she had picked up, they were only an hour away. It hadn’t surprised her that Elizabeth would have picked a location deep in the northern forest. Malcolm did say she enjoyed nature. Or perhaps it was Brantford’s idea, locking his sister away in a secluded, isolated palace. Either way, she was going to need everything she had at her disposal if she ever planned on seeing winter’s snow back home.
The car had been driving smoothly on the highways but now that the roads were beginning to grow rockier, the car was beginning to show its age as it bounced along noisily. She hit a particularly deep pothole that made the whole car jump. It caused her to wince as she peeked over at Malcolm’s sleeping form. Somehow the jolt hadn’t woken him up and she wondered what he was made of.
Ignoring Malcolm’s ability to sleep through anything, she kept pushing her foot against the gas pedal. Trees were flowing past them like a sea of liquid green because of how fast she pushed the car. She didn’t care about traffic or speed laws, she just wanted to get them where they needed to go as quickly as she could.
She wanted this nightmare to be over.
“How long was I asleep?” Malcolm asked, finally stirring from his slumber.
“Six hours, champ. We’re about an hour away,” she announced as she smoothly dodged a log lying in the middle of the road.
“Six hours? Victoria, how fast are you going?” Malcolm asked, leaning over to see the speedometer. “Good Christ, woman,” he said with a laugh.
“You’re going to destroy the engine.”
“Oh, it can handle going a hundred and twenty miles. It’s the tires I’m worried about,” she admitted. “We’ll be fine though. I know when a tire is about to be blown and it’ll make it.”
“I trust your judgment, my treasure,” Malcolm said, smiling.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” she noted, giving him a sidelong glance.
He shrugged. “You’re driving was smooth for the most part. I slept well,” he said softly. “I figure if I don’t have much time left, I should face it in good spirits.”
“You’re going to live a long and healthy life, champ. Stop worrying about that,” she said trying to hide her own fears. This very well could be the end for both of them if they aren’t careful. “Still, I’m glad to see your sour face replaced. You look a lot more handsome when you smile.”
He placed a hand on her thigh and gave her a gentle squeeze. It sent a shiver up her body. “You look beautiful,” he said softly.
“No I don’t. I’m wearing comfortable jungle clothes and I have no make-up on,” she said, unable to help smiling.
“You don’t need make-up to be beautiful, my treasure. You either are or you aren’t,” he said philosophically. His hand continued massaging her thigh, close to her sex.
She shivered again. “Stop that. You’ll get us both killed before we arrive,” she chided, but made no effort to remove his hand.
He smiled and nodded. “Of course,” he said softly as he removed her hand.
The place where he touched ached with longing. Her entire body ached with need. She wanted to stop the car and throw herself at this man. Maybe I should. Things could go wrong and I don’t want to regret anything. Her foot lifted off the gas without her realizing it. Brown eyes glanced over at Malcolm’s strong jaw and intense eyes. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to and she most certainly did not want to.
Malcolm smiled at her as they exchanged a look of understanding. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. As the car came to a halt, Victoria parked it on the side of the rode. She hadn’t seen anyone in miles. Her breathing was heavy as Malcolm’s form enveloped her. His lips pressed against hers with the will of a dying man.
She was swept up in his whirlwind. There was no way that her body or mind could have been prepared for such intensity. She was losing herself to his touch and loving it. Her body was beginning to tremble and she felt herself growing damp between her thighs.
“Victoria,” he whispered against her skin. His hand wandered to her breast, cupping and kneading it though her shirt.
She didn’t say anything. She wasn’t able to do anything except for moan and allow him to do with her body whatever he wanted.
“Step out of the car,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Victoria nodded and quickly did as she was told. It was nice to be able to stretch her legs after driving for so long. She anxiously pressed herself against the car, waiting for Malcolm to come around.
He pushed her back, pinning her against the metal as he kissed her with such intensity that it stole her breath away. She moaned into his mouth as his hands wandered her body. She felt him removing her pants and helped him by shimmying out of them. Her naked skin was exposed to the slight breeze and it felt incredible. Next came her shirt, her erect nipples poking out of her bra which quickly followed.
He wasted no time lifting her up onto the hood of the car and spreading her legs wide. She eagerly allowed him to do so, her wet pussy glistening in the sunlight. The warm metal of the car was nice on her bare skin and she leaned back, exposing herself to him fully. She wanted him to see her, to devour every inch of her body with his eyes. She just needed him one last time.
Her eyes hungrily watched him as he stripped off his clothes. No matter what Malcolm did, he always wore a suit. She idly wondered if he even knew the meaning of comfortable clothes.
“Please, champ. Don’t make me wait much longer,” she said eagerly, squirming under his gaze.
He put his hands on her thighs and rubbed his thumbs into her muscle. “Patience, treasure. We have time to enjoy this,” he said softly as he began to massage her engorged clit with her thumb.
She cried out in pleasure. The feeling was sending small jolts of electricity throughout her entire body. “Malcolm,” she whimpered. “I need you.”
“And I need you,” he said in a gravelly voice. His breathing had become heavier and his eyes adopted a predatory gaze.
She melted under that stare. A flood of more juices ran down her thighs. She craved him. She could see in his eyes that he wanted the same. He was just prolonging the pleasure, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on his willing prey.
He pulled her hips close to him. His erect phallus aimed directly at her quivering folds. He rubbed the tip against her clit and entrance, soaking himself in her sex. Her legs trembled, eager to wrap herself around him and force him to plunge his hardness deep inside of her. She forced herself to wait. To enjoy him as he was enjoying her. Slowly.
When the tip of his cock pierced her entrance, she threw her head back in pleasure. He held himself there, thrusting shallowly into her. His thumb massaged her clit while he did so and she was no longer able to contain her cries of pleasure. There was no one around. Nothing for miles. She wanted to scream. She wanted the whole world to know how much she craved this man. What he did to her and how much she loved it.
“Oh god, Malcolm,” she moaned. “Please make love to me. Do it. I want all of you.”
He answered her pleas. His cock slammed into her body to the hilt. Victoria wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside. She clung to him as he pounded her.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Malcolm!” her mind was going blank with the pleasure. This is what she needed; to be one with him. In the moments where she could think, her only thought was, Please god, never let this end.
Malcolm gripped her ass tightly in his hands, squeezing her flesh with his powerful fingers. He thrust himself over and over again. She squeezed her walls around him tightly, feeling every contour of his cock as he slid himself into her.
“Victoria,” he moaned gutturally. “I’ll come back to you. I promise.”
“You’d better,” she grunted. “You’ve turned me into a sex-crazed woman and I’m going to need a strong man to keep me satisfied. I’ll have to find someone else.”
Her teasing had the desired effect. He pounded her more furiously and sunk his teeth into the nape of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access and rocked her hips into each thrust.
“Never,” he growled. “You’re mine until the end of time and beyond.”
She loved it when he made grand declarations like that. He said it without a hint of irony. It made her feel safe in his company. She could rely and trust in him completely. “That’s a long time, champ,” she said between moans.
“Not nearly long enough.”
She groaned and lifted her hips off the hood of the car. Her teeth sank into her lip, drawing the faintest amount of crimson liquid from them. Her orgasm was building in her body and she was eager to allow it to explode.
“I’m close, Malcolm. Fuck me harder,” she cried out in abandon.
She could feel him swelling inside of her and knew that he was close as well. Her hips were rocking of their own accord as she clenched her walls around his thickness. His thumb began to stimulate her clit again. The feeling sent her over the edge. Her legs locked, her vaginal muscles clenched uncontrollably in waves. She felt him swell even more inside of her and the first explosions of his seed being unleashed into her body.
She felt her body collapse against the hood of the car. Her chest heaved with heavy pants and her heart pounded within her breast. His body fell onto of hers and she wrapped her slender arm around him.
“I love you, Malcolm,” she whispered into his ear.
“And I love you, Victoria,” he said softly. He kissed her neck and pulled away from her with a lazy groan. “I’d cuddle but I don’t think we have the time.”
She smiled at his words and nodded her agreement. “You’ll just have to come back to me,” she said with a sage nod. “Then we can cuddle for a long time.”
He grinned as he helped her off the car. “Of course.”
Victoria went around into the trunk of the car to look for some supplies that she knew hadn’t been unloaded. She quickly found what she was looking for: baby wipes. They always worked in a pinch when a shower wasn’t available. She needed to use several and it still wasn’t a perfect cleaning, but it would have to do. Clean as she could be, she put back on her clothes and shifted her mind into war mode. It’s just like infiltrating a gang, she mentally assured herself.
“I’ll drive us the rest of the way,” Malcolm said. “We’ll need to pull the car into the forest soon and walk the rest of the way anyway.”
Victoria nodded and got into the car without argument. “Let’s finish this.”
Malcolm grunted his agreement as he stepped into the car and hit the ignition. He stepped onto the gas pedal and the car sped off toward their enemies.