Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Let’s just get some clothes and then find somewhere to stay,” Rocco says in a low tone.
My hand’s in his, and he squeezes it, but I can’t help feeling bad for even thinking about what I just brought up, let alone saying it out loud.
Here and now of all the times and places.
There are a ton of stores and boutiques to choose from in the mall, and the escalator leading up to the food court catches both our attention.
I feel my mouth watering when I smell the fresh bagels and coffee.
The rest of me is even wetter as I catch sight of myself hand in hand with the most amazing man alive as we pass storefront windows.
“We can grab a bite soon. Just need out of these clothes,” Rocco says, and he has no argument from me there.
“Just a few things,” I declare once we find a place he likes the look of.
Imported Italian fashion, what else?
Clothes have never been my strong point, so shopping for what I want vs. what Rocco wants to see me in ends in a slight marathon shopping experience.
“Just a few things?” I remind him as he’s paying.
If he’s disguising me in a new outfit and disguising himself as a guy carrying twenty bags and boxes, he’s succeeded.
I offer to carry my share, but Rocco’s firm on carrying everything, letting me guide him a little.
His own choice of new clothes looks practically identical to what he had on.
Jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket, but I guess given his size, it’s hard for him to blend in or really change his appearance.
But something seems to be bugging him, and it’s not from carrying so many boxes by the time he stops.
He tells me we’re being followed. Giving me strict instructions to do what he says.
Keeping the boxes and bags all around him, he doubles back to the original elevator we came up in, and in a few moments, we’re right back where we started at the old truck.
Piling all our shopping into the back, he’s not even worried about checking the case with the money.
“Get in,” he growls, his eyes moving left and right as he scans the whole place, and I don’t need to be told twice.
The feeling of being watched was strong, but I figured maybe I was being paranoid.
“Maybe we should go south?” I remark as he pulls out of the underground parking, shaking his head.
“No. North is fine, but I’m sure it’s an older woman following us.”
I describe the woman I saw in the car following us, and Rocco slows the truck, looking intently at me.
“You saw her in the mall just now?” he asks.
And I shake my head slowly. “No. She was in the car following us.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Rocky
Being followed, I expected. But by an older woman instead of a man with a gun?
I didn’t point her out to Jasmine in the mall, just wanted to get us out and away quickly.
I gave myself away too many times by trying to catch her, but dammit, if it wasn’t the same older woman who nearly ran into me right before I went into what used to be our restaurant.
Right before I even saw Jasmine for the first time.
There was something familiar about the woman, but I know it was more than just a coincidence with her following us.
Whoever it is would know we’re in this truck, too, so I pull in when I spot the hotel’s underground car park next to the mall.
Who’d think of taking off and driving into the adjacent building?
That’s the logic I’m hoping will throw whoever the hell she is off our scent.
Jasmine cocks a brow when I do pull in, but she seems down with my plan.
I think.
“We could get breakfast in our room,” she muses aloud, seeming to forget all about being scared or followed.
Her hands are on my leg, and then her lips in my ear whisper exactly what she’d like to eat. More importantly, what she’d like to see me eating.
But it’s not on any hotel menu. It’s right here, right between her legs.
Is it wrong to disregard the real and present danger?
Is it breaking every rule I know about staying hidden, staying safe?
Of course, it is. But when it’s from the lips of Jasmine herself.
Her hands are on my growing need for her, squeezing my cock to life through brand new six hundred dollar jeans.
I think we can set aside an hour or so for a long, overdue bath and breakfast. With her sweet pussy on my face, for starters.
Check-in’s a bit of a blur, but once I pile the stack of cash in front of the man at the counter, he catches my meaning.
Using an assumed name and tipping him a few bills to make sure we aren’t disturbed, and our breakfast order is put in.