Eyes Of Danger (13 page)

Tim also responded. I don’t think he meant to, because when he drew back, I could tell he looked at me for a long second. He drew a finger across my lips.

“Save that until we at least make it back to the car.”

His voice was a whisper. He stepped back, adjusted his crotch, then ducked into the door of the men’s side. He came back out, grabbed my arm and drew me in. He pulled his gun out, jumped up with the gun, and broke the light bulb, shielding his face from the glass. This made the room dim. I went past the urinals and into a booth. I found I did indeed need the facilities. I heard Tim at a urinal. Okay, we were still human even in the throes of emotions. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Hey.” I heard Tim’s voice outside my booth door. I knew he was chastising me for laughing. “Stay put,” I heard him say. Then, I saw his boots move away from beneath my door. I heard another set of footsteps as the sound of someone using a urinal, but next water running.

“Hey, buddy, how far you going?” This was a strange voice.

Then, I heard Tim’s voice.

“Look, you want a bloody lip, take a step closer. Otherwise move over so I can walk out.”

“Hey, sorry, just thought maybe you were waiting for something special.” The strange voice was a whine.

“Back off.” There was a threat in Tim’s voice.

“Sorry, I am short of cash and I read you wrong. Sorry.” The whine was getting quieter.

I could hear footsteps leaving. It sounded like both men had left. I decided to take Tim’s instructions as written in stone. Even though I was dressed, I stayed in place. I heard someone enter, but I made sure the stall door was locked. I stepped up on the seat, crouched there, and took shallow breaths that I hoped no one would hear. I held my breath completely when the steps stopped in front of my door.

“Hey, lady, how about a quickie in the car?”

It was Tim. I jumped off the seat and flew out the door into his arms. He was actually laughing down at me. He hustled me out the door. We went down the walk to the parking lot. When we got to the SUV I started to walk around to the driver’s side, but Tim stopped me.

“Oh, no, you have to finish what you started back there.” He pulled me around to the passenger’s side and opened the door. He had me trapped against the open door.

He was looking around over my head. “Take off your jeans and panties.”

I opened my mouth in shock. I couldn’t see much over his wide shoulders, but I knew there were other cars, pickups, and even some people. He lowered his head, capturing my open mouth. The heat of that tongue undid me completely. I felt him reach down so that he could unhook and unzip my jeans. He began pushing them down.

I pushed back. The heat was building in my stomach, but there was that old-fashioned girl still inside also. But with those dark eyes and that slight crooked smile, I decided it was better if I did not know if anyone could see me. I pushed my jeans and panties down to my ankles. I used my feet to push them past my shoes, then off.

Tim slid into the seat, pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. He pushed the buttons of the leather seat, moving the back down. He reached down to pull my jeans in, then threw them over the seat. At last, he pulled the door shut.

“Oh, my God, if someone walks by, they will see us.” I don’t know why I was whispering.

He was reaching down between my legs to open his pants. The back of his hand was rubbing me that was drawing the heat. He got his pants open.

“Wow!” I couldn’t help the appreciation.

“Hey, I have been uncomfortable since the kiss, and you owe me.”

He actually gave an evil chuckle. He placed his hands on my hips as he raised me up. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and he lowered me down. God, sex with Tim was so good. How could I have thought that sex was just ho-hum? I didn’t need his hands to encourage me. It seemed I knew what to do. I just shut my eyes, threw my head back and let my body move up, then slide down to give me such a feeling of warmth, excitement, and love that I didn’t want it to end.

Tim reached in and as we were almost at the peak he placed fingers on my swollen nub. I let out a groan and as we both came, I felt my muscles grip around the shaft within me as I had a second, followed by a third orgasm. I collapsed against Tim and just lay there breathing. Finally, Tim cleared his throat.

“Here.” He handed me a damp towel. The dirty devil had prepared. I rose off him carefully, wiped myself, then wiped him thoroughly. I put the towel down on the floor. I slid off his lap turning over to find myself pushed under the wheel. He handed me my jeans and I used the auto buttons to put the seat as far back as it would go. I squirmed into my jeans, minus the panties.

I started the car and looked around. On the other side of the parking lot was the area reserved for the big trucks. As I pulled out, two men, leaning against one big bumper started clapping. Shit.

I looked over at Tim who was just bringing up the seat back, with the look of the cat who had a feather hanging out of his mouth. Why was it that after sex, he looked stronger and I was totally exhausted? We drove a couple of hours more through the night. Then, when we reached the Indiana border, we paid at an exit. We got off the Interstate highways. We found a cheap chain motel where we could park in back and tucked in. I admit I was out of it. I fell asleep on top of the covers.

I will look back on this and regret the time I wasted on sleep. We had such little time together that sleeping, even against his body, was a time totally lost to my mind and my experience. How could I let a tired system demand rest? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I woke up to the smell of coffee. I slowly opened one eye to see a cup of steaming carryout being waived in front of me. I rolled over to find I was naked under the covers. Hmmm, seemed to be a habit around Tim—a habit that I could learn to enjoy. I took the coffee and got a kiss that was only a little bit sexy, but a whole lot comforting.

“I need a shower. I stink.” I smiled as I handed him the coffee. I got up and scurried into the bathroom. This was not a first class motel, but the bathroom, although small, was clean. It had a shower stall separate from the bathtub. The hot water felt wonderful on my sore body, so I just stood under the downpour, backing up under the shower, letting it flow over me.

Tim stepped in facing me. I opened my eyes, blinking the running water away, trying to see. He pulled me to him. I felt his erection as the water coursed down over us while he held me tight and kissed me. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes to feel the heat of the water, but there was more heat of sex as he held me. Then I felt Tim pushing me down. I was not sure what was happening at first, but I soon realized that Tim was encouraging me to my knees in front of him. I had read about this, but I usually flipped the pages real fast. I had never imagined doing it myself. But this was Tim. The guy who created a heat in me that I had never felt before.

I decided to see if I could slowly work my way into this. I would learn to see how I would react. I kissed his stomach, seeing the muscles contract as I ran my tongue abound the deep hole surrounded by dark hair in his stomach. I felt the heat of his body. The hot water rolled down over taught male muscles. At last, I was at the base of his erection. I closed my eyes to allow myself to run my tongue around the base slowly. I found the bottom, then discovered a strong vein. I kissed it and heard Tim groan.

There was a strange feeling of power that made my female organs blossom. I had no shame. I slowly took my tongue, using it to push the water, and moved it up to the bulging crown of his glory. He leaned back against the wall of the small shower. Somewhere over the sound of the water I heard my name. He pulled at my hair to get me to come up to him, but I shook him off. I ran my tongue on the top across the slit at very center. He did roughly grab me, pulling me up. He had his hands under my legs as he raised me up. He lowered my body onto the shaft I had just kissed.

He pumped into me several times, then came with a great shudder. We both collapsed to the tile floor, since his legs wouldn’t hold both of us up any longer. I reached up to turn off the water and then I got up, smiling from ear to ear as I walked out. I grabbed a towel on leaving the bathroom.

I had managed to get partially dressed by the time Tim came out of the bathroom. He didn’t shave. The dark low growth of hair on his face just added to the dangerous look that suited him. He had a towel wrapped around, but he shed it fast to pull clothes out of his bag. I felt him looking at me so I tried to ignore him as I finished dressing. I had to put my dirty clothes into a plastic bag and put everything else into the canvas bag. I moved around him to the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. By the time I finished, I came out with my personal items along with a smile.

I tucked my items away. Tim watched me zip up the case. Suddenly, he grabbed both cases. He had the small gun case on his shoulder. I started towards the door with a light step, but as I started to open it, Tim’s foot was in the way.

I looked up at him puzzled.

“You left me weak on the shower floor?”

It was a question, but there was something more behind the words and his face.

I raised my eyebrows and gave him an innocent smile. “Gee, Timothy, I thought I took care of everything. After all. I turned the water off.” I tugged at the door, but he didn’t move his foot.

“You are enjoying this?” Tim’s voice sounded gruff.

“Yep, I kind of thought you enjoyed it.” This time I pulled hard on the door. He let it open.

“Okay, I owe you one,” he said, just loud enough for me to hear. He followed me to the car.

A delicious shiver ran down my back. I got in the driver’s seat, started the motor and then looked at him. “Where do we go?”

“Target, shopping.”

I looked at him surprised. “Target? Like bullets, and such?”

He pulled out a baseball cap and put it on backwards. Next he put on sunglasses. He laid a baseball cap on the armrest between them. I assumed it was for me. He instructed me on road directions and we were soon in a nondescript mall that had a
Target
. Okay, I had the wrong
Target
in mind. I found a parking spot, and then took the time to push my hair up under the cap. We went shopping. This was a strange world that I found myself caught up in.

Actually, it was fun. The store was crowded. I saw Moms with kids, teenagers in groups, couples with or without babies. There were retirees pushing carts slowly in the middle of the aisles. There were men alone in the auto and tool sections just looking and wishing as they mulled over everything. Women alone in the clothing and shoe departments—someone should start a dating service between these two departments.

Tim acted like a teenager pushing the cart in and out. He found his cargo pants along with some long shorts. He grabbed a couple of tees, but he also found a couple of shirts, He chose a vest with lots of pockets. In the women’s department, he found some long full gypsy skirts in multi colors and put four in the basket. I looked at jeans and slacks, but he said
no
and looked for blouses with matching thin sweaters to go with the skirts.

“You need boots to go with these skirts.” He grinned so away we went over to the shoe department. He found me a modified cowboy boot. He also chose a dressy calf high pair of boots made from soft brown leather with embroidery on them.

“Tim, why the skirts?” I mused as I drifted my hands through the items in his basket.

He looked at me and one eyebrow went up. “You won’t have to wear panties and you can still run fast.”

I think it was probably better that I didn’t see the look on his face as he moved on down towards the check out.

I sucked in a deep breath. I felt the blush travel down my cheeks and neck. Tim also insisted we buy a couple of games including a plastic bin. We went through check out with a credit card, then we loaded everything in the back of the SUV. Tim had me drive around behind the mall to the back of a movie rental.

“Crawl in back so you can change clothes. What can you do to change your hair? We can’t change where anyone can see us.”

I climbed over so I could pull out a skirt and blouse. I added the soft leather boots.

“I don’t suppose you have scissors. If not, I need your sharpest knife.”

I looked over at Tim. He had also been changing. He took a moment to open a knife that he handed back to me. I cut off the tags and finally took the empty plastic bag. I sat Indian style so I could hold the bag and pull some hair forward. I cut long bangs adding long strands in front of my ears. I made sure all the clippings ended in the plastic bag. I finished by pulling the rest into a ponytail. I put all the tags and garbage into the same bag, then tied the top. I look around satisfied that I left no trail. I crawled back over the seat.

Tim looked at me and smiled. “I like it.”

We got back on the road. Tim instructed me that we were going to take back roads. He said we were going to take our time, but we were going to Indianapolis.

“Why there?” I was doing what he asked, heading south on Indiana state roads. I was going to follow his instructions, but I wanted information. I felt like I was split in half. I knew my feelings for Tim was impossible but true because I loved him. But I knew nothing about why we were running or why we were being hunted. I needed information.

“How much money do you have on you?” He was pulling out some road maps that he was spreading them on his lap. I looked over at him in surprise.

“I now have about four hundred thirty dollars left,” I answered truthfully.

“I have less, but in Indianapolis I can get a hundred thousand without going to any bank and without an ATM card. We need that money to keep running.”

Okay, my man has some money hidden. He has a plan that doesn’t involve that wicked gun. I can appreciate that.

The state highways were slower and sometimes had intersections with traffic. We stopped for a drive through lunch until we got into the suburbs of Indianapolis late in the day. The drive had been pleasant. Tim and I enjoyed talking about nothing but incidentals. We found things that we both liked and things that one of us liked and the other didn’t.