Sold to the Hitman by Logan Chance
Eleven
Titan
“Did you say something?”I pull back the shower curtain, but I’m alone in the bathroom. I figured I’d hop in the shower while Blue spoke with Frank, because I plan on rocking Blue’s world all night long.
She doesn’t answer, so I finish and sling a towel around my hips, exiting the bathroom.
“Blue?” I move out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. Is she still on the phone?
I don’t hear her talking, so I figure she’s done with her call.
“Blue?” I enter the kitchen and don’t see her anywhere. “Blue, where are you?”
Now I’m racing through my house, because I’ve got a bad feeling.
Where the fuck is she?
I check the driveway, and my truck is gone… again. Motherfucker.
I’m so pissed I can’t think straight.
The only thing my mind has come up with is that asshole Frank asked to meet with her somewhere.
But where?
I hop on my Harley and head toward Blue’s work.
It’s the only place I can think of that they’d meet.
They’re not there when I show up, and I drive around the lot.
Fuck.
I don’t even have Blue’s number to call her.
Instead, I call Rogue, telling him we need to meet. He instructs me to meet him at Poor Paul’s, a local dive bar.
I turn my Harley in that direction and take off.
“So,you didn’t see this guy Frank at all?” Rogue asks from the corner booth in Poor Paul’s. It’s a secluded booth where the servers and any patrons know to leave us the fuck alone.
We want quiet while we discuss our plans.
“What do you think about Gunner resurfacing? Is he really selling off women?”
Rogue rubs at his chin, his gray hair catching the soft light hanging overhead. “I’ve contacted some people to find out who put the hit out on him.”
I shake my head. “I still can’t believe this is happening.” I chug the rest of my beer. “I need to get back to my house in case Blue shows up.”
“Ok. When I have more info for you, I’ll call you.”
“Can you do me a favor?” I ask.
“Anything.”
“Look into this Frank guy. I don’t trust him.”
Rogue shakes my hand as I stand. “Sure thing, brother.”
“Thanks.”
I race back to my house, not caring about speed limits or anything else. My mind has already conjured up the worst, but I know I’m overreacting.
My truck is parked safely in the driveway, and Blue’s sitting on the steps of my porch. She stands when she sees me.
“Thank god, you’re here.”
“Of course, I am. I just—” Her words are cut off because I’ve already swept her into my arms, kissing her square on the lips as I walk her into the house and slam the door.
I take her right to the couch, unable to make it the extra steps to the bedroom because I need this woman right the fuck now.
I strip off her clothes, removing mine just as quickly. “I have to have you right now. I thought something bad had happened to you.”
“I’m sorry I took your truck… again. But I found something out.” Her blue eyes gaze into mine.
“I don’t care about any of that right now.” I cup her face with my hands, bringing my lips to meet hers. “I have to have you,” I say once I’ve broken the kiss.
“I’m yours.”
Fuck. Those two words do something inside my chest. I sit on the couch and move her to straddle me, kissing her full lips, memorizing every single detail about her.
She grinds her hips against me, and within minutes, I’ve got a condom wrapped around my cock and pushing into her tight heat.
Ah.
She feels so damn good.
Like sliding into home.
She’s mine.
I thrust up into her as she runs her fingers through my hair. I never want this to end. She’s right, I don’t technically own her. No one can own another living human being. Or at least they shouldn’t.
I make it a vow to help her bring down this sex trafficking operation. And once we do, we’ll figure things out from there.
As long as she knows I’m not going anywhere.
She’s my woman, and I won’t let her go.
I groan a little, loving the way she rides my hard dick. She’s so beautiful, with the glow of the moon cascading through the window. It makes me think thoughts like love, forever, marriage.
Things I’d never thought about before.
But after meeting her, I can see it now. I can see a future with her. Her writing. Me working in my garden so I can get my product to market.
“I want to share my life with you,” I tell her, my cock slamming inside her.
“I want that too.”
My heart hammers inside my ribcage as she keeps riding me. My body builds, my mind not wanting this to end too soon, because I want to keep feeling this woman forever and ever.
I push inside her a few more times as she crumbles around me, crying out through her orgasm. I follow shortly behind, whispering her name in her ear as I come.
