Going to New York is fraught with danger. Thankfully, we’ve had just over two months before Ann’s interview. During that time, I had a chemical peel, bleached my hair, grew a mustache, goatee and flavor savor. Right now, I’m sitting in Suzannah’s backyard with a towel around my shoulders as she cuts my hair.
“I can’t get over how different you look.”
“That’s the idea.”
“I know, but you look so much younger,” she says for the hundredth time.
Chuckling, I pull her onto my lap. “It’s just to disguise myself. People might still be looking for me.”
“You look younger than me.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re still prettier than me.”
Suzannah leans back and shakes her head. “I don’t think so. With your blond hair and well, everything else, you look kinda pretty too.”
Pulling her to me, I kiss her soft lips. “You know why I did this. I’ll be back. I need to blend in. This look is just the first step. I’ll stand out, which will make it easier for me to blend in when I need to. Remember when I dressed as a homeless man for you?”
Suzannah nods. In truth, it was for me, not her, that I dressed as a homeless person. Suzannah helped me get Ann back. Without her help, I’m not sure I would ever have found her. I shadowed her dressed in rags, the type of person no one wants to make eye contact with so she could convince a biker that she wanted to party with him to get her job back. It feels like a lifetime ago now. He was the president of the Harbingers of Death MC. The man sold my daughter to a Russian mobster.
“You’re coming back, aren’t you?”
“Yes, love. The school checks out even if Ann can’t remember applying.” I frown. “It’s weird, is all. Ann is smart, so I know she didn’t let anything slip.”
“Do you think we’re in danger?”
“No. Unequivocally, no.”
Suzannah smiles. “Good. I’ve gotten used to you.” Reaching up, she runs her hand through my hair. “How do you want me to cut this?”
“I want to be remembered, so I was thinking long on top with shaved sides.”
Suzannah giggles. “I might need to take advantage of you before you two leave.”
Tightening my grip on her, I say, “We don’t leave for two more days. I could think of multiple ways you could...” I chuckle, “… take advantage of me.”
With a sigh, she puts her forehead to mine. “I love you, Hank.”
Growling, I claim her lips, my hand going up under her blouse to tweak her nipple. Suzannah whimpers, so I move my hand down between her legs. Instantly, she bucks against my hand, her wetness already seeping through her underwear. I’m not sure what turns me on more, the fact she knows what type of man I am and what I’m capable of or the fact she doesn’t care.
Falling for her was never part of the plan. We weren’t supposed to stay here this long, but no one came looking.
No one tripped any of my cyber alerts.
We are safe here.
Standing, I pick her up and carry her into the pool house. Jack is in the main house playing video games, so I know he won’t walk in on us.
There’s a bar off in one corner. I place Suzannah on it, kneel and rip her panties off. Like a man hungry for more, I spread her legs, licking and sucking as she grips my head to her. My tongue delves into her, causing her to cry out and grind into my face. One of the things I love about Suzannah—she knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to ask for it. After a lifetime of deadbeats, Suzannah won’t tolerate anything but honesty and trust. I give her both freely plus my heart. I never thought I’d find a woman who understood and loves me unconditionally.
Rising, she groans in frustration.
“So greedy,” I whisper as I drag my mouth up to her neck.
“I was so close,” she pleads.
“Have I ever let you down?”
Unbuckling my pants, I let them fall to the floor and thrust myself into her tight, wet pussy. Pushing her back so her head hangs over the bar, I slam into Suzannah again and again. My thumb goes to her clit, making circles on the small nub.
She cries out and begins to chant, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
My balls begin to tingle, but I don’t want to blow my load just yet, so I pull out and flip her over. Suzannah cries out, but I know what she likes. One arm goes around her waist as I thrust back inside of her while my other hand goes back to teasing her clit.
Suzannah grips the edge of the bar as I pound into her over and over again. I grunt with each thrust like an animal, but I won’t allow myself a release until she has hers.
“Suzannah, I need you to come for me, baby.”
Bending over, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and like she always does, Suzannah bucks wildly as her orgasm pulses through my cock. My woman likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure. She arches her back, and I keep working her even as my balls begin to burn as that electric tension builds, they draw up, and my release washes through me as I continue fucking this gorgeous woman.
Blissful agony is the best way to describe my lovemaking with Suzannah.
I can’t get enough of her.
If I’d known what awaited us in Albany, I would have stayed buried in her forever.
