Page 36 of The Heir
All because of her!
“Don’t stop, Blaze,” she breathlessly begged, digging the edge of her nails into my chest like she expected to be torn away from me at any moment.
She pressed a kiss to the back part of my neck, and in that moment, I knew– The only thing I’d let them have was our bodies. I couldn’t watch them put cuffs on that girl and there was no way I could convince them she hadn’t been the one driving like a bat out of hell through that carnival.
“Hold on!” I barked, and let the fucking thing go.
The speedometer climbed higher and higher.
I’d never taken anything to a hundred miles an hour before,a century, as Marchella had called it. Yes, I drove fast. Yes, I did stunts, but it was on a fucking track. I’d never run from the law before! I needed to focus, but damned if she hadn’t started to move her hand around. I gripped her fingers in warning. I couldn’t keep hold of her, though.
Doing a hundred was all fine and dandy, but the cop car would go faster, and it would have friends soon. My mother was a law enforcement officer, even if she was federal, I knew how shit worked.
Marchella started plucking at the top of my pants. Her nails lightly scratched at my lower abdomen as she struggled to get the button undone. I’d just mounted a hill, and I knew all bets were going to be off in a minute.
The corn was high, but the cop would see a path if I made one through it. I knew he’d see a path, but what fucking choice did I have? I let off the throttle and slowed as much as I dared. When the squad car topped the hill, I took us into the corn.
Marchella stopped fighting my jeans and started slapping at the stalks that were beating off of us from both directions.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screamed.
“Me? You chose to pick a police chase in the middle of the sticks.” I reminded her, but who knew what she heard over the constant swish and whap of the corn, the sirens, and the roar of that bike. I could see a tree line starting to our left. I had no idea how dense it was, but I knew a helicopter wouldn’t be able to see us inside there.
I was mentally preparing myself to make a random turn in such conditions when a path suddenly appeared beside us. I slowed, and was about to hook around, when another presented. I had no idea what the fuck it was, but I followed the damn thing until it broke into a man-made crop circle. The center of which sprouted a nice patch of sunflowers.
“Who the fuck plants sunflowers in the middle of their cornfield?” Marchella yelled.
I laughed, having figured it out the moment I came across the sunflowers, “Hunters. They’re making sure they have a good bird season.”
I followed the tree line for a while, but dusk had fallen, and I could plainly see the police car back where I’d left it. There weren’t any other signs of lights or authority approaching, but I didn’t take any chances. I dipped in the woods the first chance I got.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She laughed, giving me a squeeze.
“If he called a helicopter, I don’t want them to find us.”
“‘If he–‘” She laughed, “You’re so fucking cute. Blaze...stop the fucking bike.”
I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but she tapped my leg, and I slowed to a stop.
“Listen to me.” She reached around and tried to take my jaw.
I didn’t have any argument; I faced her willingly and tried to steal a kiss. Her mouth molded to mine, and I got lost in her for a moment.
When the kiss broke, she smiled, “I know Atlanta is a big place and all, but this is Swanwick. The only time they have a helicopter is if somebody’s child goes missing. They’ll pay somebody to take a helicopter up and an infrared thing or whatever to search the field, otherwise…”
She shrugged.
“We didn’t kill anyone. We didn’t take anything. Nobody cares enough to keep lookin’. We got away.” She looked around and laughed before popping me on the shoulder, “Did you really just drive me through a cornfield and into a fucking forest…?”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Was that really the highlight of what had just occurred in her mind?
My dick was still twitching in my pants, all but doing a dance in hopes of winning back her attention and favor and she was worried about a little side path?
“Did you really just try to dry fuck me while we were fleeing and eluding?”
Marchella pressed into me and slid up my back, laughter trickling from her in that sweet-sounding way as she did so. She dismounted in a sleek, feline fashion and prowled a few steps, keeping her back to me.
“What are you doing?” I blurted out.