Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Hoss

Christ, she has so much spirit.

So much life inside of her, it makes me feel alive, too.

I almost wanted her to succeed in clocking me with the lamp, just so she could be proud of herself. I’m fuck-starved and starry-eyed for this girl—and thanks to my slip-up, she obviously thinks I’m a murderer or something equally terrifying. Yet when I toss aside my shirt, she blinks several times and starts to breathe faster, because no matter what incorrect assumptions she’s made about me, she’s still horny as hell and I’m going to have to use that. I have no choice. If I don’t distract her, if I don’t use every weapon at my disposal, she’s not going to let me keep her safe. And her safety is paramount.

If something happened to her, this world would never recover from my rampage.

“Lay down, Tatum.”

“Did you get those tattoos in prison?” she blurts.

I point at the mattress. “Down.”

She shakes her head.

I move like a shot, catching her around the waist and wrestling her down onto the mattress, careful not to hurt her. She tries to knee me in the junk, but I get her pinned down roughly beneath me, wrists trapped above her head. “Now, you’re going to listen.”

“You can’t make me. My ears are closed.”

“My cock is hard.”

“What?”

“So you are listening.”

“You villains and your sneaky tricks.”

“I am not a villain.” I bring my forehead down on hers and brush my lips side to side over her softer ones, memorizing the way her thighs turn pliant around my hips, almost against her will. “I work for a man who is a villain, though, Tatum. All right? I got in deep with him growing up. I had no family, no education. He gave me a job driving a rig, smuggling medical supplies across the Canadian border, selling them at more affordable prices in the States. I lost both of my parents to illnesses when I was real young and…listen, it might be illegal, but it’s a cause I believe in.”

She’s not breathing, just searching my eyes. At the very least, I have her attention.

Thank God.

“But this man I work for…his operation has been changing over the last few years. He started moving stolen merchandise, possibly weapons. He never asked me to do any of that. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t. I don’t know. But last week…” The rage starts to boil up inside of me. “Last week, I overheard a meeting between my boss and a man I didn’t recognize. They were talking about trafficking women. I was going to call the FBI, Tatum, but then I saw your picture. I saw it on the screen of my boss’s laptop and I knew I couldn’t leave it to chance. The FBI could take months to get evidence and arrange a sting, but I don’t have to deal with the red tape. So I convinced my boss to cut me in. He thinks I’m bringing you across the border.”

She starts to tremble. “Are you?”

“No, baby. God no.” I lean down and kiss her, initially as reassurance, but her taste is like a warm wave rushing through my head, my chest—and I can’t stop. I groan and press her mouth wide, sweeping in with my tongue and moving it in and out, in and out, deeper each time, showing her what it’s going to be like to fuck. Her taste is a mixture of cherry cola and innocence, turning my dick into a pulsing rod. “Tatum, I’m not waiting for law enforcement to stop this man. His plans have advanced too far and he’s too smart. Maybe if he hadn’t targeted you, I would let the FBI handle it. But he made a very big mistake, threatening what’s mine. Didn’t he? He’s not getting away with it.” I slant my mouth over hers and lick the whimper from her tongue. “Going to kill for you. Going to burn the whole operation the fuck down. It’s the only way I’ll ever sleep at night. I need to know they’ll never come for you, Tatum. That they’ll never even think about you again.”

When we break for air, she scans my face with a mixture of wariness and concern. “How did you get the black eye?”

“Last night, I drove down to Indiana for the comic. I found a man selling it online.” I let go of her right wrist and reach down, slowly gathering her skirt higher and higher on her thighs. “I also arranged a meeting with another driver. One of the others who has been hired to kidnap the women on the list.” Memories of bones breaking and a mouth gasping for a final breath float through my mind. “He won’t be completing the job, let’s just leave it at that.”

“Did you kill him?”

“Don’t ask me questions like that, Tatum. Not unless you want the answer.”

Her heart is fluttering beneath me. “I can feel you lifting up my skirt,” she whispers. “You villains and your sneaky tricks.”

“I’m only a villain to anyone who fucks with you.” I drop my mouth to her neck and lick a path from shoulder to ear, sinking my teeth into her sensitive skin. “I saw the picture and you became mine. Then I met you in real life and found out what the word obsession means.” Looking her in the eye, I roll my hips, grinding my cock against her little white panties, rejoicing in her stutter of breath. The way she’s beginning to pant like she’s excited despite her nerves. “I’m a good decade older than you. I’ve done bad things. Every night, when you laid your head on your pillow and started to dream, I was out committing crimes.” I hook a finger in the waistband of her underwear and start to draw them down her thighs. “I’m violent. I’m cynical. I’m mean. But you will be my fucking princess. You will be my…”

“What?” she whispers.

I leave her panties mid-thigh and stroke my fingertips up to her pussy, slipping my middle one up and down between her wet folds. “God help me, you’ll be my little girl. The only one I’ve ever wanted. The last one I’ll ever need.”

Her expression verges on confusion, but the gush of moisture onto my fingers tells me she likes what I’m saying, even if she doesn’t fully understand. Yet. “I’m not a little girl, though,” she whispers, her eyelids struggling to stay up, thighs growing restless.

“And I’m not a Daddy. But I think you want me to be yours.” Securing our mouths together, I slip my pinkie finger into her tight little hole, drawing it in and out. “I think you want to be tickled and fucked by Daddy in the back of his truck.” She clamps around my pinkie so hard, I couldn’t tug it out if I tried. “Don’t bother answering. Your pussy just did it for you.”

I’ve never been like this. Burning alive for anything or anyone.

My back and chest are prickling with hot sweat, my nuts are throbbing with the weight of my semen. I can smell the sweet flesh between her thighs and possessiveness rattles the inside of my skull. I’ve got her naked from the waist down, but I need her nude. Immediately. Taking hold of the sides of her white blouse, I rip it down the center. “I want you naked. The way you came into this world. Because you’re about to enter a whole new one, Tatum. Our world. We do what makes us hot and we don’t give a fuck about right and wrong. Answer me how you should. How it feels good.”

Her lashes flutter down, briefly hiding her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

Oh my God.

I spoke of her being reborn, but with that single word, I’ve been renewed, as well. My life has a new purpose and she’s on a mattress in the back of my truck, silver in the moonlight, her trust in me expanding by the moment. Because her instincts tell her it’s right.

Triumphant, I dive down and close my teeth around the front snap of her bra, attacking the final barrier like a rabid animal, tearing side to side until the clasp gives way and her tits come bouncing out, big and supple and creamy. Mine. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful. You’re my princess, head to toe.” I drag my mouth down the valley of her breasts, licking side to side, up and over her nipples until she’s squirming, gasping, then down, down toward that place between her legs where we both need me to be. “Yeah, head to toe, you’re a princess. But tits to pussy, Tatum, you’re going to be my tormenter, aren’t you? You’re going to make me crazy with this soft, sexy body. I’ve already ridden it a thousand times in my head and I’m about to have it for real. Finally. Right after I wet up your tight, little fuck pocket.”

Wedging my cock good and tight to her heat, I reach down and tickle her ribs.

That sweet giggle bathes my ear and I groan uncontrollably. I feel a click in my stomach, a rush down lower. My whole life, this is what I’ve needed. This girl to laugh and wiggle around beneath me. Perhaps it’s perverted, but I’ll never be able to live without it again. When I find the backs of her knees and tease them with my index fingers, that’s when she really lets loose, bucking and filling the truck cab with girlish squeals that ruin me and make me a god at the same time. “Yeah, you like that don’t you?”

More laughter. “I…I don’t know!”

“Maybe we should try tickling you with my mouth, baby,” I mutter thickly on my way down her body. She’s shoving at my shoulders because she doesn’t understand what’s coming. Or maybe she’s self-conscious, because she’s never had a man give her oral—and no other man ever fucking will. But despite her half-hearted protests, I press my mouth against her cleft and wiggle my tongue between her folds, releasing some trapped moisture and letting it coat my tongue. Getting my chin and lips as wet as possible, lubricated for her pleasure, and I use everything I’ve got, licking and nibbling and raking my mouth up and down her pulsing, swelling clit, savoring her shocked intakes of breath, the way her thighs open and close, as if she doesn’t know what to do in the face of such an overwhelming sensations. But finally, she gives into it and lets me dominate that pretty nub, groaning and stroking it with the tip of my tongue until her body starts to tremble and she’s saying words that don’t make sense.

Time to claim her.

Time to fuck.

My throat is choked with emotion as I give her perfect pussy a final lick and reach down to unzip my jeans, letting out my rigid dick. “It’s our first time,” I whisper against her gasping mouth, jacking my cock in my hand. “I’m making you mine, baby. This is the beginning of our lives together. You will never, ever get away from me as long as you live.” I bring my shaft to her opening and drag it side to side over that sweet, wet hole, teasing it into accepting me. She tries to look down at what I’m holding, but I nudge her head back with my forehead, not allowing her to see, knowing my size will only scare her. I can’t afford another delay when I’m this primed. This desperate to make her mine. “There’s going to be a little pressure, baby, but I promise you this.” I sink in the first third of my cock and watch her eyes flare with a mixture of panic and excitement. “I promise that after you bleed on it, you’re going to come on it, too. Do you believe what I’m telling you?”

Only a second ticks by before she nods. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” I praise, giving her a long, winding kiss. “You want my cock.”

“Yes,” she sobs, gripping my shoulders.

“Best girl. Best girl,” I mutter into her neck, rocking my hips forward, filling her, almost losing my seed over the first slap of my balls against her big, beautiful ass. Then, oh fuck me, I can’t process anything but how tight and tiny she is, her hot, sodden pussy wrapped around my inches and squeezing the life out of them. Her breath saws in and out against my ear, our heartbeats rapping in perfect sync. I’m home. I’ve found heaven, right here. She’s the end game I didn’t know my whole life was leading to. “Open your legs,” I grit out. “Show me trust.”

Slowly, the muscles of her inner thighs lose tension and they fall sideways onto the mattress, the release of nerves turning her wetter. More pliant. But she’s still whimpering, obviously struggling to get used to me being inside of her.

“Listen to me, Tatum,” I whisper into her neck, reaching up to fist her hair, my hips dying to buck. To nail her into the mattress. Patience, though. I have to have patience with my future wife. “This is the first and last time I’ll ever hurt you.”

Those words calm her down and she looks into my eyes, nodding, shifting her hips—

She gasps. “Ohh.”

“What?”

“I th-think it’s better now.” Her death grip on my shoulders eases. “I think I like it.”

“Oh, you’re going to like it, little girl,” I growl, using my grip in her hair to tug her head sideways, exposing her neck for a long lick. A bite and a rough suck. “You’re going to fucking love it. Just tell me when you’re ready for Daddy to start pumping.”

“There’s m-more?”

“There’s so much more.”

“Show me.”

The leash is off. My hands leave her hair and slide beneath her ass, holding it in two firm hands—and I hit her with six quick drives. Just enough to make her scream. Then I tilt my hips to bring the trunk of my cock up against her slippery clit and I grind on it gently, catching her breath, making her gorgeous eyes roll back in her head. And I stay right there, riding that pretty pink source of pleasure, watching color climb her face, feeling her nails sink into my back.

“Oh…please. Hoss. Don’t stop. Don’t—”

“I’ll never stop,” I grunt. “My job is to make you come. Your job is to fucking let me.”

“Daddy.”

“That’s right. I’m Daddy.” I apply a little more pressure, hips dropping slightly, and she whimpers, her back arching involuntarily, her hands sliding through sweat on their way down to my ass—and hell yeah, those little hands grasp at my flexing cheeks, nails scraping, her hips beginning to roll and lift in time with my grinds. “Horny girl. Knew you’d be a slick horny ride.”

She cries out, her core beginning to clench.

My cock throbs painfully in response, dying for a rough-as-hell ride, but not until she finds pleasure. Not until her body understands that my dick is a tool and she knows how to use it. “Almost there,” I murmur, studying her, sweat dripping down the side of my face. “Going to give you a little more pressure. You can take it. Don’t be scared of it.”

When I release my weight and bear down on her clit with more purpose, more friction, her nails sink into the flesh of my ass and she screams, her pussy tightening around me like a fucking belt, her moisture sluicing down the thick trunk of my johnson—and I go for broke after that. I pin her down to the fucking mattress and I pound her like a piece of meat. Her whimpers of pleasure fill the back of the truck, almost drowned out by my harsh groans, the shit that’s coming out of my mouth. Promises to treat her like a princess and fuck her like a whore.

My Tatum doesn’t take offense to the filth, though. No, she’s the opposite of offended. Never felt anything more tight and eager in my life. If she was strong enough, I swear to God this horny little hellcat would flip me over and ride me—and it’s only our first time in the sack. By this time next month, she’s going to be sucking me off on the highway, begging me to pull over and get her pregnant.

Get her pregnant.

That mental demand has me bellowing brokenly into her neck, my lower body rifling up and back, dick smacking wetly into her hole. Putting a child in her belly didn’t occur to me until this moment, but Jesus, that’s what I want. Do I even have a choice? I didn’t even consider putting on a rubber and I’ve got a sack full of come that I’ve been saving up just for Tatum. Her pregnancy might be a foregone conclusion—and hell if that doesn’t make me goddamn wild.

I slide my hands out from beneath her ass and grip the edge of the mattress above her head, riding rougher than a virgin can take, but can’t do anything about it. Her pussy is wet as fuck and she’s hollering for me to keep going, so I do. Keeping my grip on the mattress with my left hand, I spit on the fingers of my right and bring them down to her clit, massaging it in circles. “If you can come while I’m fucking you this mean, baby, I’m going to have you on your back day and night. You perfect princess. You perfect girl. Mine. I’m banging the shit out of what’s mine. Say it. Tell me who this pussy is wet for.”

“My Daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Daddy!”

Jesus save me, that’s what gets her off. Screaming my shiny new title loud enough to hear on the interstate. She’s coming on a thin mattress in the back of a rig in the parking lot of a truck stop, getting railed like I paid for it, but we might as well be in the finest hotel on our honeymoon, because that’s how it feels to be with her. To be together. My chest wells up with a crowded feeling right before I come, leaving me unable to breathe, my heart going a million miles an hour. I’m too choked up to say another damn word, so I simply flatten my girl and bellow brokenly, my hips shaking through three final drives, pressure being driven from my balls into her body where it belongs. Where it’ll breed my future wife. My life. My Tatum.

“Oh my God,” she sobs. “It’s so hot. There’s so much of it. I can feel it everywhere.”

She’s talking about my semen. Out loud. Praising it. And it makes me pop off harder.

Longer.

I’m panting and boneless by the time I’m finished, collapsing beside her like a man who has just been baptized, razed by the holy spirit. I pull her into my arms and she comes so sweetly, so trustingly, I know I’m finding a church tonight. I’d sell my soul to be her husband. She’s my everything. Today, tomorrow and always. “Tatum—”

The sound of car doors slamming out in the parking lot is followed by the sound of clipped voices, raising my hackles. Men. They sound familiar—and they shouldn’t. Not here, so far from home. From the headquarters of the freight company I work for.

They’re here for Tatum.

My boss knew I was bluffing. That I could never traffic a human being, let alone this one. This fucking angel on earth that belonged to me the second I saw her photograph. Mine.

Mine.

If they touch her, I will slaughter them like dogs.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, looking up at me, drowsy. Beautiful.

There are at least half a dozen men out there. I can’t take chances with those odds.

Fuck. Being apart from her now is going to be like ripping the heart out of my chest, but I don’t have a choice. Keeping her safe is my priority. “Tatum, listen to me very carefully,” I tilt up her chin. “I need you to take the truck and go. Drive somewhere safe, then switch to a train. Travel at least a hundred miles west, then find a motel and wait for me there. I’m going to give you my phone, so I can call you and find out where you are.”

“But…why? What’s happening?”

The voices are getting louder. Approaching the truck. They recognize it. “I don’t have time to explain, baby. I have to protect you. Please just do as I ask.”

I’m in love with her. I realize that when she nods and jumps into action like a badass, fixing her clothing and climbing into the front seat. Starting the rig, even though she has no experience driving one. We give each other one long, final look.

“I’ll find you, Tatum,” I vow before I jump out, still shirtless.

And take on the six violent men approaching me with everything I’ve got.