“We need a few things. If we wait until we get to Riverton, all the stores will be closed.” Lars got out of the car, walked around to her side, and held her door open for her. He offered his hand and she took it, just before she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. He pulled her against him. The heat of him seared her, even through her clothes. He tilted his head and kissed her, lips barely brushing hers, before he stepped away and closed her car door. Once he’d hit the clicker to activate the door locks, he took her hand again and leaned close. “I would like nothing better than to hold you in my arms for hours, explore your body, but we are far from safe. Let us purchase a few items and then we shall put a bit of distance between us and Caspar, Wyoming.”
She matched her whisper to his. “Do, um, they know we’re here?”
He shrugged as they walked toward a high rounded arch blazoned with SPORTS AUTHORITY. “It is possible they do not, since our flight plan lists Boeing Field as our destination. After another hour, they will know we did not land there. If they are monitoring an aviation band transceiver, they already know what has happened.” He gestured for her to precede him into the store.
Before she went inside, Tamara turned and raked the semi-dark parking lot, hunting for anything suspicious, her anxiety back in spades. If Chen’s men knew where they were, they needed to get moving straightaway. “What are we buying?”
“Warmer clothing for you. Sleeping bags in case we have an unexplained engine failure on the mountain roads between here and our destination. Maybe a shotgun, but I doubt they will sell me one with my German passport and international driver’s license.” He made a grab for a cart and they worked their way through the store. Because she simply held clothing up to her and didn’t try anything on, they were at the checkout stand in less than half an hour. He’d been right about being unable to buy a shotgun.
She snugged a green, fluffy coat around herself as soon as the checker scanned its tag, grateful for its protection and followed it with a black knitted hat and leather gloves. Monte Carlo had been warm. The temperature here must be somewhere in the minus rating. Quite aside from the ambient temperature, she felt chilled to her core, certain a band of thugs would jump them at any moment. I’ve got to get hold of myself. Lars doesn’t seem scared.
“Thanks for the clothing. Sure and I wasn’t aware how ice-cold I was, probably because we spent all that time in the airport. How cold is it here?” she asked as they made their way back to their rental SUV.
He glanced at his watch and tapped a few buttons. “Minus seven centigrade, which is about twenty Fahrenheit.”
“Brrrr. It never gets this cold in Ireland. Well, hardly ever.”
“It is early March.” He popped the hatch and tossed their packages inside.
She gave him a long hug before getting back into the car, reluctant to let go. Even better, he seemed as reluctant as she. Where their bodies fit together, she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection, heard his breath quicken, and felt need in the fingers he wound around her head. “Good thing we got those sleeping bags,” she murmured against his shoulder. “We could be laying them out in the back and—”
He laughed and helped her into the car. “That just might be the most attractive offer I have ever had.” She laid a hand over the belled-out front of his trousers and he leaned into her. “You are not making this easy, liebchen.”
“Maybe I’m not trying to.”
“Imp.” He closed her door, got in on his side, and ferried the car back onto an expressway. They left Caspar behind quickly. Time passed, maybe an hour. Lights thinned and then died out almost entirely. As if he divined her thoughts, he said, “We are passing large ranches. This is cattle country, but they grow hay and wheat here as well.”
She grinned. “I wasn’t needing an agricultural lesson. I was looking for a secluded spot we could pull off the road.”
He groaned. Somehow, she knew his erection hadn’t subsided one whit. Her nipples pebbled and she pressed her thighs together. Even if they only had a quickie, it would take a bit of the edge off her hunger for him. She straddled the console separating them. He shoved a hand between her legs and she writhed against his fingers as they drummed a sensuous rhythm atop her vulva. She pressed her hand over his, showing him what she needed until a climax ripped through her. Once it subsided, she slid back into her seat and reached for him, but he captured her hand. “Wait. An exit is just ahead.”
He ferried the car off the expressway, down a frontage road, and into a thick grove of aspen trees, before he killed the engine. “This is risky,” he panted, “but so is life. Slide your pants off.”
With a bit of awkward maneuvering, he ended up in her seat with her kneeling over his lap. She’d been right about him still being hard. He sank his cock into her body and gripped her ass cheeks with both hands. She closed her mouth over his, delighting in their kiss and the feel of his hard, insistent lips against hers. Lars plumbed her with his tongue and his cock. She squirmed against him, jamming her clit against his pubic bone. Another peak began low in her belly. His cock swelled even bigger inside her. She tightened her muscles around him and felt release zing through her, setting every nerve ending on fire. Moments later, his cock pulsated and semen gushed into her. He tightened his grip on her ass and made an amazing sound exactly like a big cat that had just claimed his mate.
They held one another, panting, for long moments before disentangling limbs and body parts. “Sure and maybe someday we’ll get to do that in a bed like proper lovers,” she teased.
“By then we will be so used to odd nooks and crannies, we may need them to heat our blood.”
“Speak for yourself.” She blotted her pussy with tissues from the glove box. “I’ll take as much of that,” she patted his still half-hard cock, “as I can get. Wherever, whenever.”
He kissed her, slowly, tenderly, and then returned to the driver’s seat. Kilometers passed in a companionable silence. She dozed off in fits and starts, satiated from having had him inside her. The sound of his voice called her back.
“Much as I hate to wake you,” he stroked her cheek with calloused fingertips, “we must speak further about unpleasant things. By now, Chen’s men must surely know we did not land in Seattle. It will not take much sophistication in the way of intelligence to discover where we did land, if they did not know already. We need a hotel that takes cash and does not put our identification on file. What that often means is a lower class establishment.” He set the car’s cruise control and reached for a bottle of water in the console between them. She unscrewed the lid and handed it over.
Tamara glanced behind them. The back seat was huge, and it looked as if it folded down. “I have an idea. Why not just spread out those sleeping bags. Then we could get some supper and sleep in the back of the car if we can’t find a hotel.”
“You would be willing to do that?” He stared at her until the car swerved and he was forced to return his attention to the road.
“I suggested it, didn’t I? We did a spot of camping when I was growing up. I didn’t like getting wet, so when it rained, I’d always make a dash for the car—before anyone could beat me to it.”
He chuckled. “It rains a lot in the United Kingdom.”
“It certainly does. It got so Mum just laid my bag out in the car. Said it saved her the effort of moving things around and getting even wetter than she would have if she just stayed in our big, canvas tent.”
“Thank you for your offer.” Lars’ formal tone was back. “It means a lot that you would offer to be uncomfortable just to…” His words faded.
“Sure and I’d do damn near anything to hold you in my arms all night. Are you kidding? It would be fun. An adventure.” She bounced a bit in her seat.