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“Fuck!” he shouts as he pumps up one last time. His grip on me tightens, his body tensing up as he releases his juices deep inside of me.
“Ah! Goddamnit, Lay. S-so fucking good,” he says, his voice cracking.
We sit in the back of this cramped car as we come down, my back on his chest, his hands caressing my body as we catch our breaths from yet another mind-blowing orgasm together.
“I’ve always wanted to do that after a job. Fuck, I used to jerk off picturing this exact moment with you, but I didn’t imagine it to be as fantastic as that,” he rasps in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Bucket list. Check fucking mark.” He chuckles, then kisses my shoulder.
I can’t help but laugh out loud as I slide off him, grabbing my panties and shuffling to put them on as he does the same.
“What now?” I ask, still catching my breath as I open the door to get out, leaning against the car to steady myself while I wait for him. He gets out of the car himself and finishes pulling up and fastening his pants, bending down to give me the sweetest kiss.
“We wait in the cabin until we’re told what to do.” I nod, and we walk inside hand in hand and wait for the call.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-ONE
DELIVERED GOODS
LAYLA
Around 4 a.m., the plates arrive, so we switch them out and are given the go-ahead to leave our hideout. Colt drives us directly to the docks without any heat, which is a relief. We hold hands during the quiet drive, but there's a little hum of excitement between us.
After this, we are free.
When we pull into the docks, of course Williams is there waiting, and Colt drives the car directly into the shipping container. Once parked, we hop out and make our way out towards Williams, who has a huge smile on his face.
“Ah, kids! Good job! Fuck, I’m going to miss you two!” he says as he approaches us. “I had my boys bring your car around when I told Axel to go home.” We look over and see Colt’s Camaro parked off to the side.
Williams reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out two envelopes.
“These are for you. Axel didn’t do shit but give you a lift to the job. Now that you’re done, he’s been released from his duties for me. He gives you any shit about it, tell him to take it up with me.It’s been good working with ya kid, yaalmostalways delivered.” He slaps Colt’s shoulder.
My stomach knots hearing him say that. I have a bad feeling.
Axel didn’t get paid and was released from Williams’ crew? He hacked security to get us in. He did work, and Williams didn’t pay him just because Colt decided to join us?
This is not going to go over well.
“Thanks, Williams. Take care of yourself,” Colt says, grabbing my hand and turning to walk away, leading us towards his car.
“Just remember, you know what happens if you cross me,” he calls out after us.
Colt turns and looks back at him. “I got everything I need to start my new life. You let us go as agreed, I have no reason to cross you, Williams.”
He smiles and nods. “That’s what I like to hear. Take care kids.” We head over to Colt’s car, and when we get in, he looks over at me with a huge smile.
“You ready?” I nod repeatedly and we start the drive back home to get some fucking sleep after the long night we just had.
The next couple of weeks pass in a blur. Between finishing class projects and final exams, we perfected our plan to leave, deciding to drive across the country to sightsee until we reach California. From there, we will ship Colt’s Camaro over to Hawaii. We have never left The Shores before, so we want to see the country before heading to the Big Island.
While it was nice to mostly focus on school again, the way my life used to be, I am excited for what the future holds.
Now, we’re standing in a crowd of fellow classmates, tossing our caps with our diplomas in hand. My parents weren’t here to witness, not that I even invited them. I want nothing to do with them anymore.
After the excitement dies down, Colt grabs my hand and practically drags me to the parking lot.
“Why the hurry?” I ask curiously.
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