Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Ajax

I have us packed up and ready to go in record time. The cold air helps cool me as I disconnect us from the site facilities. We’ll need to fill our water tanks for the road trip ahead.

Having planned to be here for another week or so, I’m not prepared for a long-distance drive.

Who knows where we’re headed? Who cares, as long as it’s far from Cromwell? Lulu will settle quicker if she’s away from people she knows.

She will, I reassure myself.

They’re both exactly where I left them when I re-enter the RV.

Perfect.

Walking over, I bend and kiss Lulu. “You did good,” I praise .

Her smile is small, but she can’t hide her body’s reaction to my words. Her breath hitches, and her nipples bead. Punishment and reward are exactly what Lulu needs, and she craves them. And so do I.

“You ladies staying here while I drive?”

Mary nods, her eyes drooping. I smile, watching her for a second.

“When she drops off, feel free to find something else,” I say, handing Lulu the remotes. “We need to fill up on gas, water, and a few food items, and then we’re out of here.”

“Can I call my friends?” Lulu whispers, ducking her head.

I tuck a finger under her chin to connect our gaze. “No.”

She blinks quickly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Will I ever come back?”

“No.”

A tear falls free, and I fight against the instinct to wipe it away. Instead, I watch as it rolls down her reddened cheek, dripping off her chin.

“You don’t have anything to come back to. Your family’s right here.” I nod to Mary, then tilt Lulu’s head back, making it easier to connect my lips to hers. “I’m going to give you a good life. How we get there is your choice, Lulu.”

She blinks more at my words. “And if I said I don’t want this?”

“I’d be very offended,” I frown, my voice deepening. “Let her sleep,” I order and walk away .

Time to get my family out of here.

The queue to get into Duke’s is massive. Sheriff McCallister was right; everyone is leaving tonight. I roll my eyes and pull forward, finally being able to enter the parking lot. The old man Duke approaches quickly, and I lower my window.

“You headed out of town?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

“Your little one asleep for the night?”

“Yeah.” I nod. I’m not worried about him seeing Lulu. You can’t see in the back with the curtains closed.

“Wait for the car at the front pump to move and then pull up to pump two. I’ll fill you up and sort payment for you, save you getting out.”

“Thank you,” I say, and I mean it. “But I need to go inside and get some food for the road and fill up on water.” I nod to the water station.

“We’re all out of water.” He winces. “But there’s a truck stop about an hour that way on the I-90 that has a water station. It’s nothing fancy, but they have a bigger facility than us,” he suggests.

Shit, I sigh with a frown. My eyes flick to my rearview mirror, but the only thing I see is the black curtain.

“Okay, I’ll fill up on gas and grab food.” I rub the back of my neck. This is not what I had planned for tonight, but we need to get out of here one way or another .

“I’ll sort the gas. You go see Judy about the food.” He smiles.

The car at the pump moves, so Duke waves me on before moving to speak to the car behind us.

I climb out of my seat and pop into the back. “I’m going in to pay and get food. The RV will be locked.” Walking over, I reach down and hook my thumbs in my belt. “Do you need to go into the bedroom?”

Lulu starts shaking her head before I’ve even finished my veiled threat.

“I’ll be good,” she promises, her eyes wide.

I check Mary is sleeping with a glance before leaning down to grip Lulu’s chin. “You better. Otherwise, the beating I gave your ass earlier will feel like foreplay.”

She flushes at my words, but I’m not done.

“Although by how wet and ready your virgin pussy had been, it was foreplay.” I’m being an asshole, but I want her ashamed and scared. Whatever it takes to make her stay. I get exactly what I want.

Shame floods her face, and the sight thrills me. My right hand drops from my belt, adjusting my erection.

When we get to the truck stop, I reassure myself.

I release her chin and head to the door, keys in hand, ready to lock my girls in.

“There you are,” Duke calls, joining me at the pump.

I press the lock on my key, locking the driver and passenger door. The old man smiles when he hears it .

“She’ll be just fine. I’ll be out here, and no one is getting past me.”

I nod, appreciating his words, but I won’t settle until we’re officially out of this town.

My heart is in my throat by the time I’m back in the RV and heading to the roadblock. I can hear Lulu moving around in the back, putting away the few groceries I got.

Fuck, my brow breaks out in sweat the closer the queue gets. It’s about a mile long and not moving very quickly. There’s no avoiding the blocks set up. Judy was chatting with another customer. Apparently, this queue is the shortest, but the sheriff is why we’re here. He better come through.

He does.

My hands are shaking and my breathing short by the time McCallister steps out into the road on the opposite side. His torch flashes as his other hand waves.

I take a deep breath and pray to whoever is listening before pulling out of traffic and heading straight for him.

McCallister motions for me to lower my window, and I do with a smile plastered on my face.

“This one’s clean. Let them through, Garcia,” he orders into his radio. “Thanks for visiting Cromwell.”

I nod my thanks and drive on, giving a small wave out the window as I pass Garcia. My heart hammers painfully and doesn’t stop until we’re about forty minutes out of Cromwell. We joined the I-90 about thirty minutes ago.

My brain tells me to continue. We can fill up and restock in another town, but another part of me is hard and excited. The thrill of the night is too much to ignore. That part of me wins. A road sign tells me we’re close to Cataldo; we can be out of Idaho by midday tomorrow.

It’s stupid and irrational, but my hands have a mind of their own as I pull off the interstate. Big trucks litter the parking lot, some closed down and locked up for a good night’s sleep while others stand around chatting. It’s mostly men, but a few women who are clearly working girls mingle with them.

Heading toward the back, away from sound and witnesses, I park next to a truck with Cromwell Logging written on the hood.

What are the fucking chances? I roll my eyes. This had better not be a sign. Turning off the engine, I take the time to cover the windows and lock my door. Climbing through into the back, I see my girls still cuddled up. Lulu has been so patient with Mary tonight. I couldn’t have asked for better.

“I’ll take her to bed.” I gesture to Mary. “She’ll sleep in with us, so we’ll fuck out here tonight.” Lulu stands at my words. “You did very good at Duke’s. Enough that I’ll reward you. You won’t be denied tonight,” I tell her, referring to my earlier threat of not letting her come.

Her chest heaves, telling me she understands my words. Without saying anything else, I head to our bedroom and change the bedding before I duck back down the hall to retrieve Mary, who remains flat out. She won’t wake if I put her in her own bed, but a promise is a promise.

Quickly and quietly, I settle Mary in the middle of my bed, tucking her in tight. Closing the bedroom door, I head to the living area. I’m so ready for this.

Instead of being on the sofa, Lulu stands at the sink, flicking the tap off.

Hearing me approach, she turns to me. “Thought I’d do the dishes and clean up.”

Walking up behind her, I smirk. ”You wouldn’t be trying to avoid me, would you?” I ask, my hands gliding up her sides to grope her covered breasts. Her chest lifts and falls quickly, her mouth dropping open when I rub my hips against her ass, letting her feel what she does to me.

Her body shivers, and her nipples pebble, showing me what I do to her. Without feeling it, I know she’s wet and ready. I consider lifting her dress right here, but this time, I want to see her face when she feels the sting of taking my fat cock.

A scream outside makes my head snap up out of Lulu’s neck.

The fuck was that?

Slipping my hand into the hot water, I retrieve the kitchen knife I used earlier and order, “Stay inside.”

The door opens with the view of the logging truck. No other vehicle is nearby. Closing the door, I lock it, not wanting anyone to get in while I’m out. I circle the RV, and from the front, I see the small fire burning where people have gathered, but they seem oblivious to the scream I heard.

Probably not uncommon around here, I think, watching a prostitute leading a trucker into a small brick building, probably the toilets. Seeing enough, I continue around my home. Trees line the edge of the parking lot only a few slots away.

I peer through the trees but see nothing. The back is the same. Giant trees tower over me, giving my family the privacy we need.

I’m about to head back in when I hear another scream. I spin, facing the forest. Leaves rustle. Someone is moving fast. No, they’re running. The sounds are moving away, which is all that matters, but it’s still too close.

A third scream rings out followed by a moan. Really? Fucking johns. Needing confirmation, I wait with my eyes glued to the dark trees.

A tall figure walks parallel to me. It might be dark, but I know what a man carrying a limp body over his shoulder looks like. A giggle rings out.

I turn away, leaving the couple to their games. It’s not bothering my family, which means it’s not my business.

Besides, I have better things to do than watch some trucker fuck a whore, like sinking into my own woman.

My cock hasn’t gone down, my excitement only growing at the prospect of killing again so soon. I glance at the storage compartment as I head to the main door, which I unlock and open with a smile.

Lulu stands drying the dishes, her lip caught between her teeth.

I flick the last lock and forget about everything outside of these walls. Reaching down, I unbuckle my belt, and my cock’s out before I sit on the sofa.

“Come here,” I order, panting.

My hand wraps around my aching member. Lulu falters, her motions slow as she folds the towel. “What about filling the water?”

“I’ll do it in the morning. I revoked your punishment earlier, Louise, something that I do not do lightly. Here, now.”

She reacts instantly, stopping between my spread legs, her eyes zeroing in on my face, refusing to glance down.

“Straddle me and lift your dress. I want to see where my dick pierces you.”

Lulu does as she’s told. Her upper body is straight as if she’s afraid to touch me, but I can see her excitement on her thigh. She’s more than ready.

Keeping hold of my arousal, I reach out with my other hand, bringing her closer until I have her exactly where I want, with her wetness hovering over me.

“You may come, but you hesitated,” I tut. “And for that, I’m going to fuck you harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone. ”

The warning does nothing to prepare her for the force with which I enter her. My eyes stay fixed on her face, wanting to see her pain and arousal, and my woman does not disappoint. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Her brows furrow, and her body tenses.

I take her ruthlessly, my gaze dropping to where we’re connected. My hands grip her roughly, forcing her to bounce on my lap. Lulu cries out in pleasure, and I know again without a doubt that this woman was made for me.