Convict: A Bad Boy Romance (37 page)

T
essa sticks
her finger in her mouth, and I swear time slows down as she sucks the whiskey off, her perfectly plush lips making a pouty circle as she looks straight at me.

I know my guy Andres is waiting for me in the parking lot. Any minute now, he’s expecting me to bring a drugged Tessa out and stuff her into the SUV so he can drive her to the safe house.

Except I didn’t actually drug her, and now it’s way too late. I have to think of something else, but she’s standing there, sucking whiskey off her fingers, and to be honest I’m having a rough time thinking about much else.

But I’ve still got a couple minutes before I
have
to do something. Besides, once she’s in that SUV, I’m never going to see Tessa again.

If we’re gonna have some fun it needs to be
now
.

“It’s good whiskey,” she says, looking up at me with a little smile on her face.

“Take another sip,” I say, and dunk a finger in the glass.

It’s barely out of the liquid when Tessa sucks it into her mouth and licks the whiskey off, her hot wet tongue swirling around my fingertip, her teeth
barely
clamping onto the first joint, just enough to remind me that she doesn’t have to let go.

Now
I’m rock hard.

The second she lets my finger go, I bend down and crush my mouth against hers. I kiss her hard enough that her teeth catch just a little on my lip. I think maybe she’ll pull back but instead she leans into it, parting her lips against mine.

I toss my glass onto the grass, not caring if it breaks.

I taste whiskey as her tongue curls into my mouth. I meet it with my own, winding them together. Her body against mine is soft and warm and I run my hands down her back and cup the perfect twin globes of her ass beneath her dress.

Tessa pulls away and bites my bottom lip, so I grab her ass even harder and lift her off the ground. She pulls her skirt up and wraps her legs around my waist and then I’m carrying her around the corner to a blank spot on the wall between two bougainvillea bushes.

The heat between her legs is tight against my aching erection, and the friction only gets worse with every step.

She makes a slight noise when her back hits the wall, but then her thighs squeeze my hips. I’m kissing her, my tongue in her mouth and hers in mine. She puts her arms around my neck and curls her fingers through my hair, pressing my face against hers.

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

My hand starts at her knee and slides up the inside of her thigh, fingertips skimming over the soft, supple skin there until I find the place where her hip meets her thigh.

Her hand tightens in my hair and she bites my lip, so I brush my thumb over her panties.

Surprise, surprise: they’re soaking wet.

I pull back from the kiss and move my thumb again. When I reach her clit she lets out a tiny gasp and closes her eyes.

With her skirt up I can
smell
how aroused she is, and it only turns me on more.

I want to take her,
right
now. I want to hold her up against this wall and watch her come under my fingers. I want to
taste
her. I want to fuck her and
feel
her cum around me.

I want her to shout my name. My real one.

That last thought makes my cock twitch, and for a moment, I’m afraid I’m going to come in my pants for the first time since I was thirteen.

“We’re in public,” Tessa murmurs, her eyes still closed.

“You’re right,” I say, and slide my thumb over her panty-covered clit again. “We should stop.”

She makes that
noise
again and I slide my fingers under her panties, her slickness getting on my fingers.

“Do you know how
wet
you are?” I ask.

“Of course I do,” she murmurs back. “Do you know you’re hard as a rock and I’m hardly even touching you?”

Touché.

“Not yet,” I say, and I move my thumb to her clit, skin on skin.

Tessa inhales sharply again, and then her tongue just barely flicks past her top lip. Her eyes are still closed. I don’t think she knows she’s doing it.

Over to my left, there’s a brief glint of light. A car driving by.

I realize that we’re not far from the parking lot. I don’t need to get Tessa out of the wedding and past the lobby and through the valet line. I just need to get her thirty feet to the left.

If I can get her close to the SUV, pushing her in before she can scream is child’s play.

She sighs, her lips parted, and I feel a little bad as I bite her earlobe, my thumb still caressing her. I push her panties aside and stop for a moment, sliding two fingers the length of her slit before pushing them inside her.

“We’re gonna get caught,” she murmurs.

“Only if you start screaming,” I say, pushing deeper. Her breathing gets ragged. “Are you a screamer?”

“I don’t know,” she says. She opens her eyes and looks up at me again, pleasure written all over her face. “I don’t usually finger bang strangers at a wedding.”

“Well, try to stay quiet,” I say, and crook my fingers inside her warm, wet channel at the same time that my thumb strokes her.

It’s a little tricky, doing this with one hand while holding her up with the other, but it’s nothing I’ve never done before. Her breath catches in her throat like she’s getting close.

A tiny pang of sadness snakes through me: I’m never going to get to fuck her.

I’ll still remember this fondly.

“Faster,” she whispers, and I speed up even though my hand is starting to cramp from the odd angle.

“Bossy,” I whisper, but then I can feel her muscles starting to flutter. Her breathing speeds up and she clenches her fists in my hair, pushing our lips together with wild abandon.

I wouldn’t stop if a tornado came along right now and picked us up.

She pulls her head back, eyes shut, mouth open.

“
Fuck,
” she whispers, and then she comes, her muscles clamping down around my fingers as her thighs tighten around my hips. I’m afraid she might break my wrist, but I don’t stop. At this point,
nothing
could make me stop.

Her mouth parts and she arches her back, but the only noise that comes out is a small, soft
oh!
as she turns her head to the side, panting. I don’t stop until the muscles squeezing my fingers together finally let go and Tessa’s whole body relaxes.

I pull back carefully and her legs slide down me until she’s on her feet again, leaning against the wall, breathing hard and blushing.

I lift my fingers and smell them, grinning. Tessa clears her throat and straightens her dress, but when she looks up I slide both fingers into my mouth and lick them off.

For a moment I wish I could really taste
her
, but that’s not part of the plan.

She watches me, already flushed, so it’s impossible to tell if she’s blushing more.

Now
I have to get her to the parking lot. It’s that or Manny’s wrath for fucking this up so completely.

I think of the men I know without pinkies. The pit of my stomach goes cold.

I look at Tessa again as her hand slides down my torso and onto the front of my pants, then over my aching erection.

There’s
the look of surprise I’m used to, the
is that a flashlight or something
? look.

“We didn’t get caught,” she murmurs.

I feel bad for what I’m about to do, but I’d feel a
lot
worse if I disobeyed Manny.

“Not yet,” I say. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

She laughs.

“Is it the inside of your hotel room?” she asks. “Predictable.”

“Not exactly,” I say.

“You don’t even have a room here, do you?” she asks. “That was Brent, not
Alejandro Felipe
.”

“It’s a surprise,” I say.

Technically, that’s
very
true.

She rolls her eyes.

“What kind of surprise?”

“I just made you come outside at a wedding and you’re asking me what kind of surprise?” I ask. “The fuck do you think it is?”

She blushes and laughs all at once.

“Fine,” she says. Apparently orgasms make her slightly more agreeable.

I lead her out from between the bushes. There’s someone on the patio now, and they look over at us. Tessa scampers back and grabs her bag, but the guy doesn’t say anything to her, and we sneak between the main hotel building and a bungalow to the parking lot.

Finally. I just want to get this over with.

I feel shitty that I nearly fucked up this whole mission and shitty that I’m doing this to Tessa, who probably doesn’t deserve it.

I just need to get back inside and find some pretty rich girl who can take care of my hard on, and I’ll be fine.

I slide my hand down and cup Tessa’s ass, one last time, and think
this one’s for the spank bank
. She shoots a flirty look over her shoulder as I guide her toward a big SUV that’s parked diagonally halfway between two street lamps, in the darkest possible spot.

“What, now you think I’m going home with you?” she asks, teasingly.

“That’s not the surprise,” I tell her, and give her ass one final goodbye squeeze.

I unlock the SUV with the key fob in my pocket, and she raises her eyebrows.

We’re almost up to the bumper now. It’s got dark-tinted windows, so I can’t see anyone inside, but I’m assuming Andres is in there, because he
has
to be.

Tessa frowns, and she actually starts to look nervous, so I rub her back.

I open the back door, pick her up, toss her into the backseat, and close the door again, all one fast, practiced motion. She’s so surprised that she doesn’t even fight back until the door is closed again.

Once she does, the SUV starts rocking a little on its wheels.

She’s screaming too but even standing right outside, I can barely hear her. It’s a
specialty
vehicle, one we jokingly call
El Hostagemobile
. Manny had someone drive it up from Mexico last night.

I take a deep breath and lean against the side of the SUV for just a split second, relieved that it’s finally done. I can still smell her on my fingers, and as I inhale, I feel an odd pang of guilt about Tessa. Her handbag is on the ground and I pick it up.

I shake it off. They’re not going to hurt her, they just need her dad to fall in line. Killing an innocent young woman in the States is much too risky, even for La Carretera.

I’ve still got a problem.

Andres isn’t here. He’s not in the front seat of the SUV, he’s not standing around looking at his phone. He’s not anywhere in the whole parking lot.

I pace around the Escalade as it rocks slightly on its wheels. I think Tessa is kicking at the windows, and for a split second, I’m oddly proud of the fight she’s putting up.

Where the
fuck
is Andres though?

I pace up and down the parking, but there’s nothing and he needs to get Tessa out of here
now
. Every second that she’s here in the parking lot is another second for someone to realize what’s going on.

Just as I turn back to the SUV, I see a familiar form stumbling down the length of the parking lot. Andres has something in his hand, and after a moment I can make it out: a bottle in a paper bag.

Jesus, he’s fucking
wasted
.

“Alex!” he says, waving one arm with an exaggerated motion. “What took you so long?”

“You’re drunk,” I say.

He shrugs, then grins.

“This thing is
indestructible
, man,” he says, coming up to me.

I grab the front of his shirt in both hands and I can hear it tear when I lift him off the ground and
slam
him against the back of the car.

“Hey!” he says.

The car stop shaking on its wheels. Tessa can probably see us.

“You were going to drive three hundred miles
drunk?
” I ask. I keep my voice low, but I want to
roar
in his face.

His face goes slack, and he doesn’t answer.

“What was gonna happen if you got pulled over, with her in the car? You gonna outrun the cops? You gonna have yourself a shootout with the police?”

“Fuck you, man,” he starts, but I slam him against the car again and he shuts up. I want to rip his fucking
throat
out.

“You put
everyone
at risk so you could get drunk, you
fucking
idiot,” I say.

I let him down and he stands there, staring at me.

I wish I had my brass knuckles.

“Took fucking for
ever
,” he mutters. Whatever he was going to say, he doesn’t finish as my fist connects with his jaw, snapping his head to one side.

Andres stumbles back, looking baffled. He touches the side of his face and spits blood.

I stalk after him.

The next fist gets him in the stomach, and he doubles up and falls onto the ground. The SUV has stopped rocking back and forth.

“
Chinga tu madre puta, pendejo,
” he gets out, and I kick him once before I can stop myself, fire surging through my veins.

“
Pinche puto
,” I say.

He sucks air in through his teeth and doesn’t respond.

Good. One more word and I’m ready to kick his goddamn teeth in.

I step around Andres, unlock the front door of the SUV, and climb in. Someone still has to get the hostage to the safe house, and since Andres can’t do his
fucking
job, I guess it’s me. For a second, I consider taking the gun from the glovebox and finishing Andres right there, but I control myself.

There’s a partition between the front seat and the back seat. Like a taxi, only more bulletproof.

I turn and look through it, and Tessa’s sitting right in the middle of the back seat. She’s flushed pink, her eyes are wild, and I can already see bruises blooming on the knuckles of her right hand.

She swallows, still staring at me, completely terrified.

“What the fuck is going on?” she finally asks, her voice shaking.

“I’ll explain in a bit,” I say, starting the car.

I adjust the rear view mirror so I can look her right in the eyes.