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“These guys must think we are really fucking stupid,” I said. Reese

glared at me. “Okay, we are sort of stupid. But you never told me that

some
Goodfellas
reject might be following us. Where does Christopher

get these tools from?”

Reese shrugged. I guess we weren’t talking about it.

Ryan texted again. He was on Fifteen going south. Still no tail that

he could see.

“Ryan’s in the clear,” I said.

“Good. We’re not. They switched cars again.”

“Awesome. Our exit is coming up.” I pointed. Reese followed my

directions to the hotel I’d picked out.

“Where the hell are we?”

“We’re visiting the Hoover Dam, honey. I know you always

wanted to go.” I used my douche bag, suburban husband voice.

Reese waited a beat, then said, “Always making my dreams come

true.”

We pulled into the parking lot. Our plan was sketchy at best. The

first part went fine. Reese and I checked into the hotel. I talked. Reese

smiled. I carried our mostly empty bags. Once we got into our room, I

got cold feet. Sort of.

Reese unpacked the one filled bag. I pulled a chair into the

bathroom and waited.

“You ready for this?” Reese perched on the counter.

I pulled my chair closer and sat down. “I guess.” Not at all. “It’ll

grow back, right?”

“Totally. You might even like it.” She threaded her fingers through

my hair as she talked. I was facing a wall so I didn’t know if she was

lying.

“Let’s do it.” I gave the go-ahead.

Methodically, Reese started trimming my hair close to my scalp.

It actually felt good. Mostly because I knew it was Reese playing with

my hair and I knew the legs pressed on either side of me were hers and I

knew it was her breath skittering across my neck to get rid of the fallen

hair. The electric razor switched on and Reese dragged it from my neck

to my forehead. The amount of fuzzy blond hair in my lap increased

with each stroke.

“There.” The razor was switched off. “Turn around. Let me make

sure I got all of it.”

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I stood and moved the chair against the far wall. I didn’t bother

looking at myself right away. Instead, I watched her face. That was the

only way I’d know if she liked it.

She smiled. “Hi.”

“You like?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit weird, you know? Kind of sexy though.” The

smile grew until it reached her eyes.

I glanced up at the mirror. It was weird. With my hair cropped so

close, I did look like a guy, a sort of pretty one, but a guy. My jaw was

way more pronounced and so were my cheekbones. It also made my

over bright eyes stand out.

“You really like it?” Experimentally, I ran my hand over my

buzzed head.

“Uh-huh.” She replaced my hand with hers. I stepped closer for

her to touch it. Reese’s eyes had gone to slate. Her legs automatically

wrapped around my hips as she pulled me down to kiss her. My

exposed scalp was really sensitive so her fingers drawing patterns was

just turning me on.

“That feels good.”

“How long till we have to meet Ryan?”

“Long enough.” I pushed my hands inside her skirt, shoving the

material high on her hips. Reese pulled my tank top up to suck my

nipple into her mouth. Damn, she was good at that. She yanked the

shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Then she wrapped her legs

around me.

Her underwear were soaked through already. I moved them aside

so I could push two fingers inside her.

“Oh, fuck.” Reese released my nipple long enough to whimper.

Then she moved to the other one. Hot muscles sucked on my fingers,

pulling me in. “Harder,” she said. So I used my body to thrust into her.

I braced my other hand to keep up the motion.

She let up on my nipples so she could kiss me. She kept her mouth

closed. Made me work to get her to open up. I licked her lip, just a little.

Kissed her soft and slow to balance the way I was fucking her.

Reese’s fingernails dug into the bare skin of my back, urging me

on, bordering on pain. When she neared climax those nails dragged

down, drawing blood, I was sure of it. She grabbed my ass, fumbled

with my jeans to get them open. I used my free hand to shove my pants

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and underwear down. She was gonna come soon. Hell, I was gonna

come soon. And she wasn’t even touching me. Yet.

Reese kept one hand on my ass, kneading, squeezing. Her other

went between my legs. She was moaning into my mouth. Or was I?

Her fingers slid around my clit. Every time I thrust into her, her fingers

massaged me.

“Inside,” I whispered. “Please, Reese.”

“More, I want more,” was all she said.

I added a third finger. She groaned and lifted her hips. I leaned into

her, kissing her hard now. I was halfway on top of the counter with her.

My clit was twitching. I was so fucking wet, but still she wasn’t inside

me. I needed to come so bad. I was shaking now. So was she.

“Please, Reese,” I asked again. She still ignored me. Just grabbed

my ass harder. I pulled out of her, thrust back in. And again. And again.

“I’m gonna come,” she screamed, but it was too late. She was

already coming. Deep spasms wracked her body, making her curl up

into me. I drove into her one last time, milking it until the last second.

That was when she went inside me.

“Oh, fuck.” I wasn’t even sure I said it out loud.

She didn’t respond. Just edged my legs apart and started fucking

me fast and deep. I might have said something. I might have just

groaned. Reese kissed my neck, sucked on it. I sobbed.

“You can come now,” she said. My stomach got tight and I spent

into her hand. She slid forward on the counter. Tightened her legs

around me. Moved her hand from my ass to my back to keep me from

falling. I leaned into her, trying to breathe.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered into her hair. She laughed

softly. “We should probably go.”

“Yeah, but you need to shower.” Reese was already taking off her

shirt the rest of the way.

“So?”

“You might need help in there.” She pushed me back and slid off

the counter.

“What if Ryan calls?” I don’t know why I bothered to ask. I was

already kicking away my jeans.

She shrugged and turned on the water. “We better be fast.” I could

manage that.

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❖

The Ace bandage was itchy as hell. How did people wear these

all the time? Without realizing it, I reached to adjust it. Reese grabbed

my hand.

“Don’t you dare.”

“It’s itchy,” I said.

“So is my wig, but I’m not complaining. So deal.”

Reese had gone a honey brown. It was boring. And she was

wearing unobtrusive glasses. Jeans that were a little too tight. She had a

whole Middle America thing going on. I still wanted to fuck her though.

“Yes, honey.” I linked my fingers through hers.

We walked to the front desk. There was a different kid working.

That was a plus. Reese asked for the rental car we had reserved. It was

already in the lot waiting for us. Reese smiled. Did he know which

tours of the dam were the best? Yes, he had a few recommendations.

And brochures. Great, we loved brochures. Her boyfriend—I smiled—

just couldn’t wait to see it.

During their entire exchange, a thick-necked dude was chillin’ in

the lobby and watching us. But he was also watching everyone else. He

looked a little worried. We left. He didn’t follow us.

The lighter sedan was parked two spaces down from Reese’s

Mercedes. When we pulled out in our very own boring rental sedan,

they didn’t seem to care.

And then we were on the road. I drove. We took different freeways

this time. It took us about two hours to get to the obscene casino near

the Nevada border that Ryan had picked.

Reese spent the entire time studying our mirrors, but there was no

sign of Christopher’s little bitches.

I left Reese in the car to go pick up Ryan. Literally. When I walked

into the bar, it took me a second to realize the trashy blonde sitting by

herself was my boy. I got a beer so I’d blend. We made eye contact. He

smiled coyly.

Fuck, we were bad at this.

I waited a long five minutes before going over to sit at his table.

Up close, he was a train wreck. The eye makeup was perfect, but his

foundation was too thick and his lipstick was smeared.

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“You’re cute in like a lacking self-confidence sort of way,” I said

quietly.

He grinned as if it were a compliment. “Blow me.”

“How long do you think it would take me to pick you up?”

“My self-confidence doesn’t think it will take too long.”

“Yeah, the makeup really says ‘my daddy never loved me.’ And

the outfit. Dude, Walmart much?”

He’d been going for the same look as Reese. But his jeans were a

little too loose. And his top was too tight. Off the rack had never looked

worse.

“It’s good my face makes up for it.”

It did. There was a pretty face under all that disguise. But I wasn’t

going to tell him that.

“This bar is depressing. Wanna get out of here?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. You’re so hot I can barely contain myself.”

“You know it, girl.”

“Hey, I’m a lady.” He pretended to be offended. It didn’t work.

I didn’t think I could pull off offering my arm to him so I put my

arm around his waist instead. The walk to the door and into the evening

air was the longest of my life. We were pretending to flirt and look like

we wanted to jump each other. But animal attraction had never entered

our relationship and we were bad actors. Also, he was four inches taller

than me. It was awkward.

Reese was stretched out in the backseat reading a book. I opened

Ryan’s door and helped him in. Reese started laughing.

“Fuck you. I’m pretty,” Ryan said.

“Sure you are.” She laughed some more.

I shut his door and went around to my own. When I got in, they

were full-on arguing about how pretty he was. I was leaning toward

Reese’s side, but I wasn’t going to tell them that.

It was a long ride back to Vegas.

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There was some begging and a lot of complaining. Ryan even

bordered on crying for a second. Reese finally relented though.

“Okay, fine. Just shut up.”

“Yes.” Ryan gave me a high five.

“But I’m setting it up, you aren’t buying it, and we are not taking

it with us when we leave.” Reese was mean.

“But we can get some weed?” Ryan wanted to make sure.

“Yeah, we’ll get you some weed.” Reese turned away, only slightly

disgusted. The door of her room shut behind her.

“She’s kind of touchy.” Ryan flopped down onto the couch. “I

think she just gave up so she could get out of this damn room.”

“Probably.” I took the other end of the couch and put my bare feet

on his chest.

“Gross.” He dragged his finger down the arch of my foot. It tickled

like hell so I brought my heel down hard into his ribs. “Bitch.” He

grabbed my ankle and yanked me closer. It only took him a second to

jump up and restrain my hands above my head. It actually hurt because

my arms and shoulders were still tender.

“Let me go.” I struggled against the weight of his body. The boy

was surprisingly ripped.

“Hell no.” Ryan started tickling me.

“Stop it,” I screamed, but I was laughing pretty hard. With a good

jerk of my hips, I rolled him onto the floor. He pulled me after him. We

wrestled for a couple minutes, each trying to pin the other.

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Reese came out of her room and stared. Ryan had me on my

stomach and he was half lying on top of me. I had my arm twisted

back at an uncomfortable angle around his neck. Our legs were twined

together as I tried to kick him off. We were both breathing hard.

“Hey.” I grinned at Reese. She didn’t look amused.

Ryan used my moment of weakness to duck his head out from

under my arm. He shifted until I was trapped under him.

“I win,” Ryan said. Then he rolled off of me.

“Douche,” I said.

“What is wrong with you guys?”

“We’re bored, buttercup,” I said.

“It’s been five days. In this room. Five days.” Ryan was a little

fixated.

“We all agreed to lay low.” She said it all slow as if we were dumb.

“Wrestling is cheap entertainment,” I tried to explain.

“If you’re a seven-year-old.” So mean.

“I stopped maturing at seven.” Ryan giggled. “Ask all my ex-

girlfriends.”

“Same here,” I agreed with Ryan. Reese gave me a look that was

pure disdain. It made me horny. “I love when you look at me like that.”

“Get up,” she said. “You need to get dressed.”

“Whatever you say, babe.” More disdain.

“I wanna go.” Ryan started whimpering.

“No.”

“Why not?” Maybe Ryan really did stop maturing at seven.

“I don’t trust you.” Reese could be brutal. “If you meet the dealer,