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  She suddenly twisted around yet again, her mouth close to my ear. Now she was the one breathing hard. She grabbed my shaft with one hand and guided it inside of her. With my hands on her ass, Cat began to ride me up and down, moaning gently as she went. She was so good and so tight that I felt as if I was going to climax right away. Once again, Cat somehow sensed this, perhaps by my own labored breathing and the way I gripped her buttocks. She slowed until we both regained control of our senses.

  Each time of passion was bringing me closer and closer to the brink. I wanted to finish the job but I also knew that this moment was special. If I came now, then perhaps I could never make love to Cat again. Our meeting had only been a twist of fate, and it would only be a matter of time before we would be separated. It could be in another hour or another day, so I had to make this moment last as long as I could. With a burst of animal strength, I pushed her off to the side, forcing Cat on her back.

  I slipped inside of her, working slowly and surely. She stared deep into my eyes as I gently made love to her, savoring every second and every minute. As she came again, her nails raked my back, combining my pleasure with a twist of pain that made me gasp in wonderment. I had made love to several women before, but never felt anything like this before. She was so damn good and so vivacious that in comparison, everyone before seemed terribly lifeless as if the whole matter was just physical exercise. Cat, on the other hand, reveled in her sensuality and sexuality.

  I pulled out, and pulled her up, surprised at my own strength. We kissed gently. With my hands, I felt her breasts, the heaving of her chest, and the hardness of her nipples. I then shifted back on my knees and with easy motions, turned Cat over. Her lovely buttocks were below me. With one hand clasped around one of her breasts, I entered her wet pussy from behind. I thrusted inside, moving quickly and surely. She moaned so loudly that the sound of her voice echoed against the steel walls. The sounds of her pleasure were amplified within the confines of the vehicle, which made me only work harder and faster.

  The sensation of pleasure rolled down my spine and hit my pelvis like a bolt of blue electricity. As I came, the orgasm shook me so hard that I could only breathe and hold on to her. Before coming inside, I pulled out and let my seed splash on her buttocks. When I was done, I collapsed to my side and gasped, trying to suck in whatever air I could find. I felt complete. I felt whole. Every moment before this felt false. I had found what I wanted with this wonderful woman.

  Cat let out a little laugh. “My god,” she said, “That was wonderful. You were wonderful.”

  “Thank you,” I managed to say, each word a battle with exhaustion.

  I could feel the mattress shift as she crawled off to the side. I heard her rummage through the trail of clothing we had left behind.

  “You made quite the mess on me,” she said playfully. “I’ll have to wipe it up with my shirt.”

  I felt proud of myself. I was about to say something in reply when the back doors burst open. Before I could see who was there, my face was hit with the bright beam of a flashlight. Hands reached for me and pulled me out of the back of the van. I was naked and confused, wondering what was going on. And then it hit me: while I was busy screwing, Adrian Salvatore’s men were hunting for me. Someone had made the connection with the van and my disappearance. It must have taken them some time to find where we had driven off the road. And now they were here.

  “Is this the man?” someone grunted.

  “That’s him,” another answered. This voice was oily and smooth, with the slow, practiced enunciation of a killer.

  “What do you want?” I blurted out, covering my genitals with my hands.

  “We’re looking for a picture, mister. A picture that you took of me, Adrian Salvatore, talking to someone. When my wife threw those pictures of that slut stripper in my face, I got to thinking that there could be more of them. That meeting I had was off the cuff, but very important. The man I met with is very concerned that picture could get into the wrong hands. I’m here, personal like, to be sure that doesn’t happen. Now where is it?”

  I was trapped and helpless. My gun was in the duffel bag up in the front of the van. I couldn’t see what the two of them were carrying, but I bet it wasn’t a dozen roses. I didn’t have any choice but to give in to their demands.

  I finally said, “The picture, it’s on the floor of the passenger seat. There’s a side pocket on my duffel bag that has an envelope. The picture is in there.”

  “Go look, Tommy,” Salvatore said.

  It only took a few seconds for his henchmen to return. Salvatore pointed his flashlight down Tommy dumped the contents of my duffel bag out. My few bits of clothing, along with my gun dropped out. Then a manila envelope fluttered to the ground.

  Tommy reached for it. He was a big man who grunted while reaching for it. He opened the seal on top and handed the photograph to Salvatore, who looked it over with the flashlight.

  He said, “We already searched your office and got the hard drive and camera with the original image. Now this here will put an end to the problem. It would have been simpler if you had just given us this copy instead of making us run all over the country.”

  I said, “I’m afraid I don’t trust a man who sent two goons with guns. I would have dealt with you if you hadn’t gotten rough from the very start.”

  Salvatore let out a little laugh. “You don’t recognize who this is in the picture?”

  I shook my head.

  “You’re not a very good liar. This here is our esteemed congressman, Ted Sanford, making yet another deal with me.”

  “I don’t follow politics much,” I stated. It was true. I didn’t know who the man was, though I remembered the name from the last election.

  Salvatore shook his head, the motion just a smudge of black against the backdrop of the moon. “He’s in so deep with me that he’ll never get out. He is also my biggest moneymaker, getting me a cut of the action for every bit of government work that comes into Miami. Now a picture like this could ruin his use to me. I can’t have you running off and yapping your mouth to someone.”

  “You can be assured that I won’t tell anyone,” I said. “In fact I don’t plan to return to Miami.”

  Salvatore turned and looked inside the lit confines of the back of the van. Cat was there, hiding her body behind a blanket. He said, “So you got a piece of tail and you’re in love and all that. Of course a man like you doesn’t have a bankroll, and a woman like that is going to want whatever money she can get a hold of. Brother, let me tell you about women – you’ve already met my wife. So in the end, you’re going to try and leverage that information against the esteemed Congressman Sanford. And that won’t do. Tommy, take care of the both of them. Bury them deep in the sand.”

  “Yes, sir,” the henchman replied with a flat, uninterested tone. You could tell that he had killed before and no amount of pleading would give Cat and I our lives.

  “No!” I shouted. I dove for my gun where it rested on the ground. The black metal was just a gleam in the moonlight. I knew I was going to die, but it was better to go down fighting than to be executed like a coward. My hand touched the butt of the Browning, but I was going to slow. It would only be a split second before one of them fired and killed me. And then the gun would be turned on Cat and the job would be finished.

  Two shots rang out. I flinched, expecting to feel a blossom of pain spreading along my back. Instead I felt nothing but the stones digging into my stomach. I turned with my pistol at the ready. Both Salvatore and his henchmen were on the ground, gasping in pain. It was only a moment before the both of them stopped moving and were dead. I turned to look at Cat. She was standing in front of the open doors, still nude, holding that little Colt in her hands. She had saved me.

  “We have to get out of here,” I said as I gathered up my clothing and stuffed it back into the duffel bag. “Get the keys!” I then ran to the van, getting inside to drive.

  After Cat had joined me, we headed out a
nd took to the road again. I still felt a rush of adrenaline flowing through my veins, making the world feel strange, like a movie that had been slowed down.

  When I spoke, my words tumbled out. “Are you okay?”

  “I think so,” Cat replied. “I never killed anyone before.”

  “You did right,” I said. “We would both be dead if you hadn’t done it. Now which way to California?”

  “Are you going to come with me? To my aunt’s house?”

  “I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would want to go,” I said, flashing her a smile before returning my concentration to the road in front of us.

  She reached over and grabbed my right hand, pulling it off of the steering wheel. She clung to it. I squeezed her hand in return. For better or worse, we were into this together.

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