Standing By (Road House) (7 page)

“I wouldn’t really know.”

“Oh? With the way he looks at you, I’m surprised he hasn’t pinned you to the wall and had his wicked way.” Pan tossed her a saucy grin.

Maria blinked several times in shock.

“He looks at me?”

“Only like you’re the icing on his favorite cake.” Pan sat up and stared at Maria. “You really didn’t notice? That man has it bad. Real bad.”

Maria gave her the brightest smile she’d ever seen and bounced on the bed a few times.

A knock at the door broke their camaraderie.

“Dinner,” Emilio said from the other side of the door.

Maria jumped off the bed and bounced out of the room.

“What’s she so happy about?” Emilio stared after his sister as she skipped down the hall.

“Beefy men seem to have that effect on girls,” Pan said as she skipped after Maria.

“Wait, what?”

Pan laughed as she raced down the stairs, feeling the lightest she had in ages.

Chapter Eight

Emilio jumped at the noise coming from the kitchen. He’d had a hell of a time falling asleep. The raging hard-on from earlier had only slightly gone away but returned full on every time he closed his eyes and saw Pan sink her fingers into her greedy pussy.

The sound of the door had him up with a pair of pants on in nothing flat. He tucked one of the guns in the band and crept down stairs. The kitchen light was on, but there didn’t seem to be anything out of place. He crept to the door and slipped out into the cool night air.

He could see Pan silhouetted on the bottom stair. The breeze blowing her long hair. He loved the look of her in his gray sweat pants and the tiny little tank his sister had given her.

He plopped down beside her only to be sucker punched in the gut.

“What the fuck,” he gasped, bending over.

“Oh, Emilio, I’m so sorry.” She rubbed the spot she had just hit. The movement less soothing and more erotic than it should be.

He took her hands into his and pulled her to his chest.

“What are you doing out here?” he said. The night air had caused her skin to get goose bumps. The angle he was at, he could see the hard pebbles of her nipples and knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Pan shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Emilio rubbed her shoulders in comfort.

“You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Pan turned and looked him in the eye.

“I know,” she said. She bit her lower lip and turned away slightly. “It was really more like frustrated and can’t sleep.”

Emilio groaned and tightened his grip on her.

A sound to the left had him up without thinking. He stepped in front of Pan and felt her stand behind him.

“You think it’s them?”

A shot ricocheted off the side of the house as Pan spoke. Emilio threw himself over her. They both crashed to the ground. He reached behind and pulled a gun out. Keeping in mind where the sound had been, he fired at the bush near the line. Answering gunfire flew through the air. Emilio pulled the trigger several more times until he heard someone curse. If it hadn’t been so damn dark, and if Pan wasn’t with him, he would have followed the shooter. The son of a bitch had to be stopped.

“Are you all right?” Pan said from under him.

He sat up, pulling her with him. “I’ve got to call Detective Maxwell. Go inside and make sure everyone is okay. Then have them all pack a bag. We’re not safe here.”

Pan hurried inside as he pulled out his phone and flipped it open.

“Connor,” he said. “Yes, I know what fucking time it is! We’ve got a problem.”

***

Pan leaned against Emilio’s bike and watched the rows of red and blue lights lining the street. She glanced over at the house and was glad to see Detective Maxwell much calmer than when he arrived, something she suspected came about from Maria being firmly tucked with her family in the back of his car.

Pan turned, looked at the detective’s unmarked car and waved at Maria. Everyone agreed they were likely targeting Pan and Emilio. Made the most sense. Connor would take the others to his house, and she and Emilio would find a hotel to hide in.

Orange hues lit the sky as the sun peeked over the side of the house. Pan yawned and slumped a little more on the bike. It had been a very long day. She just wanted to get to the hotel and sleep about a million years.

She jumped when Emilio dropped his jacket around her shoulders and glared at the men around them.

“When I said get the others ready, I meant for you to put on a bra.” Pan looked down. In the haze of everything, she had forgotten her bra. Pan glared at Emilio.

“Yeah, little busy.” She slid her arms through the sleeves and zipped it up.

Emilio leaned in and captured her in a tender kiss.

“I know,” he said when he pulled away. “I just don’t like them staring at what’s mine.”

A shiver slipped through her at his comment.

“Are you finished?” she asked as he slipped on his helmet and handed her one.

“For now.” Something must have been happening, but he was being tight lipped.

At this point, Pan didn’t really care. Whatever was going on could wait until they had both gotten some sleep.

Emilio climbed onto the bike and Pan followed, slipping her arms around him. Scratch that. She could go anywhere as long as she had the rumble of a bike between her legs and his warm body pressed against her.

***

Pan slipped out of the jacket once they were at the hotel. It was about the last place they would think to look for them. The four-star accommodation weren’t really something either of them were used to and would likely be a good cover.

Stretching, Pan groaned at the strain. The long day had taken a toll on her muscles. With Emilio in the bathroom, she stripped her pants off and snuggled into the warm covers. A few minutes later, she felt the bed dip as he climbed in next to her.

She listened to the sounds around them. Everyone in the hotel was waking up. She heard the clatter of people going about their business. It just seemed so strange the things would be so normal when everything in her world had changed in just a day’s time. She sighed and rolled over on her side.

A warm hand found its way to her belly, and she squeaked slightly when she was pulled back against a warm bare chest.

“Just sleep,” Emilio rumbled in her ear.

A fuzzy feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach at the intimacy of the embrace.

Her heart slowly returned to normal, and the gentle breathing in her ear lulled her to sleep.

Pan’s eyes shot open with a start. Groggy and confused, she slowly let the day before sink in. Sometime in their sleep, they had changed positions. She lay partially sprawled on Emilio. He leg hitched over his thigh, breasts mashed to his side and cheek resting just over his heart. He held her snug to him with the arm draped over her shoulder and along her body.

Something twitched near her knee, and she knew without a doubt what that was. When she tried to slide her leg down a bit, his other arm came out and stilled the movement. Pan leaned back and looked into his hooded eyes.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hi,” his voice gruff from sleep.

Emilio traced lazily along her leg, enjoying the silky feel. Hell, it was a full body sensory feel with her breasts gently poking his side. He knew she felt him tenting the sheet and did little to hide the effect she had on him.

Pan placed a timid hand on his chest and traced the muscles she found there. She loved how they shifted as the moved along. Slowly she made the trip south, never fully letting on her intent. There was no way she was leaving this bed without feeling him at least once. She reasoned it was only fair considering that he’d already sampled her goods.

She felt his hand still when she reached the line of his boxer briefs. The head of his cock strained the elastic, begging to be set free. Without missing a beat, she slipped her hand past the band and met with smooth hard skin. As she palmed him in her hand she nearly choked. She’s felt him though his pants, but this was so not the same. He was big. Bigger than she’s ever had.

The thought of him being inside her made her pussy clench with need. She ran a finger over the head and heard him take in a shuddering breath.

“Pan,” he said on a sigh.

Pan traced the length of him under the confines of the fabric. After gripping him at the base, she made long, sure strokes up to the head and then back down. Pan turned her head and place feather kisses on his chest. When she came to his nipple, she swiped the tip of her tongue across it, causing Emilio to groan.

She gently let go of him and pulled her hand out.

“These have got to go.” She traced a line along the band of his underwear.

Without missing a beat, Emilio reached down and yanked them off in one fluid motion. Pan sat up and grinned at him.

“In a hurry?”

She climbed over him and straddled his stomach without touch the place he wanted her the most.

“You have no idea.” Emilio reached up and whipped her tank over her head.

He beautiful breast bounced nicely with the action. Starting at her hips, her worked his fingers over the skin until he was covering her lush mounds. He weighed them in his hands, enjoying the feel, then rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As she arched back, a hand slid around her and lowered them to his wanting mouth.

Emilio pushed the breasts together. He sucked and bit the hard buds. He sucked her peak into his mouth and quickly flicked the nipple rapidly, making it hit the roof of his mouth. He pulled back and with a loud pop, let go.

Pan lifted her lower half as he continued his ministrations on her other breast. She reached between them and shoved her thong to the side and ran her wet pussy up and down the length of his cock.

Emilio let go of her breast and arched his body up as she continued to slide over him. She would reach the head and let the slippery knob work her clit as she ground into him. Pan sat up, fully into the sensation of slipping him through her lips. She raked her nails down his chest and found purchase gripping his arms as she rode him with all she had.

Without warning, she found herself being flown through the air and slammed into the mattress. Emilio’s hard body pressing into her. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt him tug on her panties and ripping as the tore them off.

“Did you seriously just rip my panties?” As much as she wanted to be mad, it was about the hottest thing anyone had ever done.

“I’ll buy you more,” he grumbled from her neck.

“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” he said as his head gently prodded at her folds.

“Maybe,” Pan said breathlessly. “Please tell me you’re clean.”

“Always wore a condom.” He rested his forehead against hers. “But not with you. I want everything with you. No barriers. Just us.”

Pan stared at him in awe. This man that had done nothing buy push her away, wanted nothing between them. Wanted her and only her.

She swallowed at the impact and nodded.

Emilio surged into her. Unable from being gentle at this point. He fell into her depths until he snug all the way to the root of his dick. He stilled once inside and allowed her the chance to adjust to the invasion. All around him he could feel her muscles contracting to make room.

He was big. Pan had thought it before, but now the reality was inside her, and he was more than big. He was nearly painfully big. The only thing keeping the pain at bay was that the head of his cock rubbed continually against that lovely g-spot so deep inside. Testing out the girth of him, Pan wiggled her body up and down.

“Ready?” Emilio groaned.

“Not yet,” she said and again wiggled up and down.

Emilio groaned even louder. She felt him swell inside her. The sensation was almost overwhelming.

“Baby, if I don’t move soon, the show is going to be over.” He reached rubbed a finger over her clit. The muscles inside fluttered.

Pan pulled back from him, slipped his cock out until just the head was left. She swirled her hip a few times with just the tip in and Emilio was sure he would lose his mind. Her legs snapped around his back, slamming him into her.

Both moaned as he bottomed out in her.

Emilio came up on his knees, lifting her hips off the bed so he could hold her as he fucked her. He hammered into her without mercy, pushing himself firming again her g-spot. The sound of slapping skin and grunting filled the air.

Pushing in a few more times, Emilio felt the fluttering of her muscles working at a faster pace and knew she wouldn’t be long. As it was, he had been holding off on his own release, waiting for that moment she tumbled over.

Pan felt like her whole body was on fire. Whatever he was doing to her was magic. Just before her orgasm took her over, Pan stared at the bronze god above her, black hair jumping over his blazing eyes, muscles rippling with each thrust. Watching him power into her, Pan let go and felt the rush of a fantastic orgasm.

As her muscles clamped down, Emilio thrust in two more times and shot his seed deep inside her, shaking from the force of his release.

He sighed when he felt himself finally shrink back to normal and rolled off of her. Draping an arm over her, he pulled her snug against him as they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Nine

The shrill sound of the cell made Emilio jump. He grabbed if off the bedside table and looked at the face. Nic’s name flashed before him. He climbed out of bed as stealthily as he could and went into the sitting area.

“What’s going on?” he asked in hushed tones through the receiver.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Emilio Diaz.” Emilio stilled at the menacing voice of Max.

“Where the fuck is Nic?” Emilio walked into the bedroom, grabbed his clothes and went back to the sitting room to put them on.

“Well that depends on you.” Max laughed over the line. The dead sound of it sent a chill down his spine. “See, thanks to your little bitch, I’m out quite a bit of money.”

Emilio peeked through the door. Pan lay sleeping peacefully on the bed.