Steel Justice (A Romantic Suspense) (31 page)

“Just fuck me, Flint,” Kendra panted out between breaths. “Hard and fast.”

He slammed into her roughly, causing her breasts to swing wildly. “Oh yes, that’s good,” Kendra gasped. “That’s it,” she babbled, almost out of her mind with the overwhelming sensations racking her body. “Oh God!”

Flint slid his hand down her stomach and parted her pussy lips to reveal her clit. Flint rubbed the sensitive nub vigorously while ramming into her from behind with loud grunts. He increased the pressure on her clit while murmuring in her ear. “Scream my name,” he urged, his hips moving faster. “Scream my name when you come for me.”

One more powerful thrust and her orgasm hit her. “Flint!” she yelled, unraveling in a pool of bliss. “I’m coming! Flint! Fuck! Fuck!”

That was all it took for Flint to become completely undone. He came deep inside her with a loud shout, his cock throbbing and twitching with each pulse. Kendra’s pussy walls clenched and unclenched around him, milking him until there was nothing left.

Instead of pulling out, he stayed deep inside her. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “I’m not ready to let you go.” Nuzzling her neck, he reached up to lovingly caress her breast. “Not ever.”

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T
hey remained snuggled tightly against each other until the water eventually became cooler. Kendra giggled. “You realize any second now we’re going to be hit with ice cold water,” she said. “We should probably get out and dry off before that happens. I’m not a fan of cold showers.”

“There may be lots of cold showers in my future,” Flint said. “Unless I can convince you to stay in bed with me all day long.” He rocked against her and she felt his cock growing hard again inside her. “I told you I can’t get enough of you,” he growled into her hair. “Seriously. I’m insatiable where you’re concerned.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Kendra replied. She yelped when the water suddenly turned ice cold. Flint laughed, finally withdrawing from her with a regretful sigh. He stepped out of the shower and she followed right behind him. Grabbing a couple of towels, he threw her one and wrapped the other around his waist. Droplets of water dripped from his hair and slid down his chest. Kendra stared, mesmerized.

Flint’s cell phone buzzed in his jeans, which were lying on the floor. “Shit!” he said. “Ignore it.”

The phone buzzed again.

“It’s okay,” Kendra said, quickly towelling off. “You’d better check it. The call might be important.”

Flint sighed and pulled the phone out of his pocket. “Jesse?” he answered. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder while he tugged on his jeans. “What’s up?” He listened quietly for a moment. “When? Now? Jesus Christ! You know the road up the mountain is one way, right? How far away are you? We’re leaving now.”

Flint clicked the phone shut and grabbed Kendra’s hand. He half-pulled, half-dragged her out of the bathroom.

“We need to hurry. Put on your clothes and grab the guns. Does your truck have a four-wheel drive?”

Kendra looked bewildered. “Yes, of course, but why do you need to know?”

Flint grabbed his shirt off the back of a chair and slipped it over his head. “The Liberators know where we are. They’re on their way here now.” He shrugged into his leather jacket and patted the side pocket for the pistol he always kept there. “Jesse and the rest of the crew are heading this way, but they’re about twenty-five minutes away. We need to get off this fucking mountain before the Liberators get here.”

Kendra’s eyes grew wide. “The road is iced over. And it’s barely wide enough for one vehicle in some places.”

“I know. That’s why I asked about the four-wheel drive. Give me your keys, I’m driving.”

Kendra reached into her purse and threw him the keys. She already had her coat on and was heading for the door. She picked up the pistol and shotgun from the table. They hadn’t been touched since she’d placed them there.

Flint held the door open for her. “You know how to shoot both guns?” he asked.

“Damn right I do,” she answered firmly. “My Daddy taught me how to shoot a gun when I was ten years old.”

“Kendra, if you need to use them, don’t hesitate.”

Kendra struggled to fight down the cold fear settling around her chest and threatening to choke off her breath. The Liberators were on their way to kill Flint.

Her guy.

Though she had never knowingly harmed another living creature, she understood in a heartbeat what needed to be done. She moved the safety on both guns to the off position. She already knew they were loaded.

To protect Flint, she would kill.

Without thinking or hesitation.

She glanced around the cabin one last time. Things would never be the same again.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

To be continued...

Liberated, the second and final installment of Flint and Kendra’s story is now included below.

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by Dez Burke

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K
endra struggled to fight down the cold fear settling around her chest and choking off her breath. The Liberators were on their way to kill Flint.

Her guy.

Though she had never knowingly harmed another living creature, she understood in a heartbeat what needed to be done. She moved the safety on both guns to the off position. She already knew they were loaded.

To protect Flint, she would kill.

Without thinking or hesitation.

She glanced around the safe house one last time. Things would never be the same again.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

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K
endra ran to the truck and climbed into the passenger seat. She tucked the shotgun underneath the seat and checked the pistol again to make sure it was loaded.

“Put your seatbelt on,” Flint said. “Things might get rough.”

Kendra quickly obeyed as Flint backed the truck out of the driveway and pulled onto the mountain road.

“Be careful and watch the road,” she warned. “The roads are probably slick as glass and there are a couple of places where the road narrows down to barely one lane.”

“I’ll be as careful as I can be considering the situation,” Flint replied, reaching over to squeeze her leg. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve been driving on these mountain roads my whole life. My daddy put me behind the wheel of a truck when I was only eight years old.”

“That’s good to know.” Kendra fingered the pistol. “What exactly are we up against here? Any idea how many Liberators are headed this way?”

Flint shook his head. “No idea. Could be five or six or as many as thirteen. With the road conditions being so bad, at least we know they won’t be on their Harleys. And they’re going to have a hard time making it up the mountain road unless they have a four-wheel drive truck. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re waiting to ambush us at the bottom. Sneaky little shits.”

Kendra bit her bottom lip and considered his words. “That’s probably true, but only if they know we’re on our way down. Otherwise, there’s a very real chance we’re going to meet them head on. Who tipped Jesse off anyway?”

“He didn’t have time to tell me. If I had to guess, I would say it was a gal who used to be sweet on Jesse. She hung around our club a lot when she was younger. Leah is with one of the Liberators now, but she’s always had a soft spot for Jesse. If she thought he was in danger, she would let him know.”

“He trusts her?” Kendra frowned. “What if she’s double-crossing him to flush you out of the safe house?”

“I can’t see her doing that. She always held on to hope that Jesse would eventually come around. Hell, I even thought that they might get together a time or two. Either way, I couldn’t stay holed up in the cabin forever so let’s try not to freak out yet. Hopefully we have a good head start on the Liberators. In another twenty minutes, we’ll be off this mountain and back on the main road. I’ll call Jesse when we get to town and arrange for him to pick me up somewhere so you can go on home. Where you’ll be safe.”

Safe.

At the moment, Kendra would give anything to feel safe again. And to know that Flint would be safe as well.
How would that ever happen
, she wondered? The Liberators had already tried to kill him once, and here they were days later trying for a second time. She knew if she let herself think about it, the panic would begin to overwhelm her. She drew in a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t accustomed to tense, stressful events. In her job as a veterinarian, adrenaline-pumping situations were part of a normal work day.

This was different though. Flint’s life was on the line. Maybe her own life, too.

After a moment’s hesitation, she reached down under the seat and carefully pulled out the shotgun. She propped it up between her knees with the barrel pointing toward the top of the truck.

Flint glanced over at her and then did a double take. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked. “Put that thing away! You already have the pistol.”

“A shotgun can blow a bigger hole,” Kendra answered. “And my aim doesn’t have to be as good with a bigger gun.”

Flint blew out a long breath. “Good point, as long as you know what you’re doing. Just don’t let it go off in the truck. This is a fine vehicle and it doesn’t deserve a hole in the roof.” He frowned and slowed down even more. “This next stretch of road looks tricky.”

He tapped the brakes gently and slowed the truck to navigate around a tight, slippery turn. Kendra held her breath as the truck’s back tires suddenly began sliding on the icy road.

“Damn it!” Flint cursed.

The back tires continued to spin uselessly. The truck slowly began sliding inch by inch toward the edge of the road. Kendra looked out the window at the steep drop off down an embankment on her right.

Why the hell didn’t they put guardrails up?

“Watch out!” she yelled. “We’re right on the edge over here.”

“Come on! Come on!” Flint muttered over the sound of the back tires spinning on ice and going nowhere.

“I’m not kidding, Flint! Stop gassing it for a second. We’re about six inches from going off the road and there’s a steep drop off over here. I can’t take this! I’m getting out of the truck. This is making me too damn nervous.”

The truck stopped sliding for an instant. Kendra opened the truck door and stepped out carefully. She swung the door wide so Flint could see out her side of the truck and down into the deep gully below. “See how close we are to going over the edge?”

Flint frowned and pushed a hand through his black hair. “Alright, you come around and drive. I’ll get out and push from behind.”

“You’re going to push the truck with a gunshot wound in your arm?” Kendra asked with a dubious expression. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Flint winked at her and flashed that wicked grin she found so appealing. “I think I’ve already proven I’m up to any task,” he said. “Now hurry and come around. I’ll push with my right shoulder, not my left. So don’t worry, I’ll be fine. We don’t need to waste time arguing about it.”

Kendra hurried around and climbed into the driver’s seat. Flint moved to the back of the truck. “When I say go, you give it a little gas and I’ll push. If I yell stop, then stop. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Okay, go!” Kendra pressed down on the accelerator while Flint pushed from behind. The tires spun but didn’t catch. ”Stop!” Flint stepped from behind the truck. “Let’s try it again. Give it a little more gas than last time and I’ll push harder.” Flint ducked his head down and leaned his shoulder against the truck again. “Go!” he yelled.

At the same instant Flint yelled for her to gas it, a blue SUV swerved from around the other side of the curve. Kendra could tell from the two men’s facial expressions in the front seat of the SUV that they were as surprised to see her as she was to see them.

The Liberators! Oh shit!

She didn’t doubt it was the rival motorcycle club. 

Flint was behind the truck and angled slightly away from them so they hadn’t spotted him yet. And with his head lowered to push, she realized he probably hadn’t seen them either. The ridiculous thought went through her head that maybe they wouldn’t recognize him and would keep on driving. After all, they weren’t expecting Flint to be on the side of the road with a woman in a truck. Their plan was to catch him by surprise at the safe house. They probably were hoping she wouldn’t pay much attention to them in case she could identify their faces later.

She glanced in her side view mirror and realized Flint was wearing the Steel Infidels leather jacket. Oh Lord! There was no way in hell the Liberators wouldn’t notice that. Flint’s head was still down with his shoulder against the corner of the truck.

The bearded men in the SUV stared at her as they drove slowly past. She could make out shadows in the back seat but couldn’t tell how many more men were in there.

Redneck assholes! Obviously they weren’t the type of men to stop and offer help to a damsel in distress stuck on the side of the road. Kendra would have been very pissed off if she wasn’t so scared.

Flint lifted his head to see why she wasn’t following his instructions at the same moment the Liberators drew even with the back of the truck. Kendra watched him glance up and make direct eye contact with the driver of the SUV.

If you need to use the guns, don’t hesitate.

Flint’s words back at the cabin rang in her head. Taking a deep breath, Kendra grabbed her shotgun from the seat and swung open the driver’s side door. She would always remember everything that happened next as if it unfolded in slow motion.

The driver of the SUV instinctively slammed on his brakes hard when he recognized Flint. The SUV fishtailed briefly on the icy road before coming to a stop several feet past them.

“Kendra!” Flint yelled. “Get down!”

Kendra heard the Liberators shouting at each other before all four doors of the SUV flew open and men began piling out. Kendra barely had time to register the reflective glint of a handgun in one of the men’s hands before she fired. Her first shot shattered the back window of the SUV in a loud explosion of breaking glass. Her next shot hit the driver in the leg.