Racing the Moon (16 page)

"I love the Bahamas. Barbados. Aruba. I can sell out to Woody. Won't be anywhere near what you make, but it'll keep me a bit." Sonny grinned over. "If we make it that far..."

"If we don't, we'll tell them I kidnapped you. Then you keep going."

"Oh, fuck that." Stomping it, Sonny dodged onto the Interstate. Out here in Idaho, there was no gridlock, just open road, especially once they got out of the forty-five mph zone around the city.

He got the cell plugged into the laptop, got online, and pulled up a map. "There's a series of backloads, trees, off exit 320."

"Okay. Point me toward it." Sonny kept an eye on the rearview, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "I think we can actually do this, Precious."

"Of course we can. I'm not going to jail." He nodded toward the exit sign. "There, exit and take a hard right."

The tires squealed as Sonny took the off ramp at maybe twice the suggested speed, the big car hugging the curve. They shot onto the ranch road that went off it, Sonny heading the way he pointed.

"Let me know when I need to merge on that state highway."

"Three miles." He looked back, shook his head. "They've backed off."

"Probably didn't really want us, just wanted us out of their town." Sonny laughed, the sound almost joyous. The man got off on speed, and MJ could see why he was good at what he did. Running illegal contraband. Like him.

"Fuck, yes. You drive like a bat out of hell." He chuckled, pointed up the road. "You see the exit, speedy?"

"I do. I like the back roads, you know?" They barreled down the road, turning off on a four lane state highway, one that showed signs of being covered with snow all winter long. Man, they needed to get to a beach.

"I know. Dude, we are too far north. We need a coast. A boat. Some lube."

Oh, hell, yes.

Lots of lube.

"Yeah, but we can't go down to California, as you won't fly. And I need to stop off in the Carolinas to settle up with the ex." Sonny glanced over. "Lube is good."

"You don't want me in a plane, man." Settling up sounded good, lube sounded better. "And yeah, we've been out of commission long enough."

"So. We've got a long drive ahead of us. How do you feel about camp songs and cow poker?" Bastard. Laughing at him. Sexy bastard too.

"Don't make me beat you. We're just starting to heal."

"You could try. I wouldn't mind. Though knowing you, you'd go for where I'm shot." That laughing gaze found him over and over, Sonny driving almost on autopilot. That, more than anything, told him how much Sonny had healed. It was nothing like that day Sonny had come to get him, nothing like the strained, focused determination, hands clenched on the wheel.

"How did you find me?" They hadn't talked about it, not at all.

"I know lots of folks, Precious. It took a hell of a lot of calling around, and some serious bribes. I finally hooked up with a guy I know in Portland; he runs guns, not my thing, but he'd heard about you." Shaking his head, Sonny swerved around some kind of road kill. "Wasn't easy."

"Heard about me?" He shook his head, sighed. "Man, I'm not worth shit if people know who I am. Not a dime."

"Not about you specifically, babe." One hand reached down, patted his thigh. "Just about a job that'd gone bad, about someone who was teetering on the edge of being not so useful."

The last word was a deep growl.

"Yeah. Yeah, I was. You came at a good time." The perfect time. He'd been in serious shit.

"Well, you were in a closet, Precious. That's just not cool." Again those fingers traced his thigh, soothing as his muscles jumped.

"Nope." Not cool at all, but that touch? Fucking rocked.

"You okay, Precious? You need to stop somewhere, we can." He figured that was Sonny's way of being super nice, because he knew they really shouldn't stop until they were sure their tail was long gone. Or heck, maybe Sonny really did want that blow job.

"I'm good. You drive; I'll try to drive you crazy. Time'll fly." He slid across the seat, close enough to touch.

"Oh, you think you can, huh? I'm told I'm focused when I drive, MJ." Sonny gave him a sideways kind of look, a little pat.

"I bet I can." He'd try anyway, fingers dragging down over Sonny's side.

"Mmm. If anyone in the world can, it's you, MJ." Sonny kept the car steady, muscles only tensing up a little. "Woody used to try, but he never even made me swerve. It was why I knew we weren't a thing, you know?"

Yeah. Yeah, that made sense. He slid his hand up, fingers teasing through the denim, petting.

"Uhn." He could feel Sonny's cock jump, but the car never wavered. Sonny was good. It was gonna be a nice challenge, something to keep his mind off the long miles they had to go. And the hundred damned close hotel rooms he was gonna have to stay in.

"We need a houseboat. Something tricked out with a kick-ass deck to sun on." He kept petting, kept stroking away.

"Uh-huh. Something we can have one of those pull out diving boards on." Sonny would look hot diving off the boat naked, muscles shifting, skin slick with sweat. Those heavy thighs opened, the car stuttering a little as the pressure on the gas pedal changed.

"Oh, yeah. A place to grill out. Lots of windows." He hummed, nuzzling Sonny's shoulder a little.

"Yeah. I...mmm." He thought maybe, just maybe, he might be distracting Sonny a little.

"Yeah. I want to see you all stretched under the sun. All hard." Oh, that was a pretty thought.

"Yeah? Make me hard, MJ. Make me crazy. I swear, I've never done shit for anyone else like I've done for you." He could feel Sonny's cock now, pretty much battering at the zipper of those low-slung jeans from the inside.

"Yeah. Yeah." God, he could
smell
Sonny; it made his mouth water.

"Never wanted to just play caveman like I do with you, man, bash you over the head and drag you to my cave." Sonny's hand left his thigh, going down under the steering wheel to pop the button on that straining denim.

"You've bashed me enough. Fuck, I want you." His fingers slid right down, slipping over that heavy prick.

Sonny's hips rose and fell, the wheel listing a little to the right before Sonny corrected. "Say the word and I can pull over. I like to live dangerously, Precious."

"I really think jail would be a terrible idea." He slid his fingers over the tip of Sonny's prick and got them wet so he could lick them clean.

"I...yeah. I know." He could feel Sonny's heat, hear Sonny start to pant.

"Yeah." He licked his lips, dropped his hand back into Sonny's lap.

"Fuck. MJ. I...damn." Sonny put his hand over MJ's, pushing him to touch harder. The car barely wavered. But it did. A little.

"Uh-huh. You smell good. Fucking hot." He leaned, biting at Sonny's shoulder.

"You feel good. I love your hands. I truly do." Sonny was on the edge of babbling. He could tell by the way the words ran together, by the way that big body squirmed against him.

"Find a fucking deserted road. Now." He needed. Now.

"Okay, yeah." They swerved, a ranch road coming up on them fast, the cattle guard rough as a cob under their wheels. Sonny drove until they rounded a corner, hiding them from the main road, then slammed on the brakes, leaving them staring a couple of open range cattle in the face.

"Get over here," Sonny growled, almost killing him as they both clunked the steering wheel.

He pushed right into Sonny's arms, lips slamming against Sonny's. Fuck him. Yes.

"Mmmph." They kissed hard, Sonny's cock pushing into his hand, wet-tipped and hard and hot. Eager. Sonny was always so fucking eager for him.

MJ didn't hold back a bit, just pushed and rubbed, fingers wrapping around that hard fucking prick.

"Want to feel you too, Precious." Gasping, squirming, Sonny struggled with MJ's clothes, yanking at his buttons.

"Uh-huh." He groaned, shrugged his shirt off. "Fucking need you."

Those hands went right to his chest, Sonny's fingers pinching his nipples, skating past the bruises that still dotted his skin. "God, yes. What you do to me."

"Yeah. Yeah. More." He panted for it, chest heaving, muscles just tight as a board.

"MJ..." Sonny bit down on his lower lip, sliding down his belly to shove a hand at his fly, trying to get beneath. "Need you to come. Need to come. Fuck."

"Uh-huh. Need to find us somewhere safe. With a bed."

"As soon as we...oh." There. Sonny got his jeans open, got his cock out, stroking him in perfect rhythm with the movement of his own hand. They were just like wildfire together, hotter than any explosion he'd ever created.

"Yes..." He bit at Sonny's lips, eyes rolling as he pulled and bucked, hips pumping.

"I. Uhn..." The sound came out long, drawn out, Sonny's hips pumping that hard cock into his hand over and over, hot come spilling over his thumb. Sonny squeezed him hard, hand yanking at him, crazy with it.

That was all he needed, biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to split it as he shot.

"Oh, you bastard. If anyone's gonna make you bleed it will be me." Sonny laughed, the sound wild, and licked his lip, kissing him with the taste of his own blood strong in it.

Oh, yes. Just. Yes. He felt much less like murder now, lost money or not. "I needed that."

"Uh-huh. Nothing like a good orgasm after a chase." Chuckling, Sonny kissed him again, this time slow, lazy. Sloppy. "We're gonna take a year to go cross-country at this rate."

"No way. We have a boat to buy."

"And a couple of scores to settle." Getting that serious look, Sonny straightened up, doing up his jeans. "MJ, there're cows staring at us."

"Huh? Cows?" He blinked over, tilted his head. "Damn."

"That's fucked up." Sonny laughed, squeezed his cock before helping him tuck it away, too. "Only for you, babe. Cow voyeurs of all things. So where does the map tell us to go next?"

"We'll keep going east, then south." He grinned, shook his head. "Unless I end up heading to commit mayhem in L.A., of course."

"If you're gonna do that, let me know now." Sonny patted him in a very inappropriate place if they were going to get moving again and then turned the key in the ignition. "No sense circling back..."

"Yeah..." He just didn't know. "Maybe south first, then east?"

"Okay. We can do that. I tell you what. We'll head out on this same highway, get to where it meets something, get a hotel. Then we'll plot a course." Easy as pie. He was the compulsive planner. Sonny just played it by ear.

"Just like that, huh?" He grinned, took a deep breath. "Let's go, Sunshine."

"Just like that, Precious. Got you with me. It's all good."

And if it was good enough for Sonny, maybe it could be good enough for him.

Just like that.

Chapter Fifteen

They stopped at some place called Green River, Wyoming. Not to be confused with Green River, Utah, the guy at the motel said as he handed over the keys. That was the end of the earth. Sonny thought maybe all Green Rivers must be portals to hell, but he didn't say it, just smiled and nodded and asked where they might get food.

They got patty melts and tater tots and headed for yet another hotel room. This one had one giant bed, not heart shaped, but the frilly pink decorations made it pretty clear it was the honeymoon suite. Sonny laughed his ass off.

MJ looked around, shook his head. "Dude, pink is your color."

Sonny whapped a little, feeling fine that he could. He'd driven a fair bit, and still had some oomph. That was a good sign. "You want pink, you'd best watch it. It might be your ass."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'd never catch my ass."

God, he hoped that wasn't true. Sonny calculated the distance from him to MJ to the bed, hiding a smile as he casually set down his coconut cream pie.

Then he pounced.

MJ blinked, hands reaching out to steady them both as they landed hard on the bed.

"Gotcha, Precious." What the hell else was there to do in Green River, Wyoming? They needed to play. Bad. Two bad boys like them, cooped up in a car. And he needed to distract MJ from that whole locked in a hotel room...

The way that cock nudged his hip, MJ was more than willing to be distracted.

"Mmm. You promised me a ride, MJ. You ready?" Sonny was. Fuck, he was more than ready. He was about to burst with it. He took a short, hard kiss, feeling growly and feral.

"You know it." MJ started tearing at his clothes, tugging good and hard. Felt fucking good, knowing how bad MJ needed.

"Yeah. Yeah." Kneeling up, Sonny helped, getting them both naked, getting MJ's shirt open, his pants open, feeling that little spurt of excitement he always did. It never got old.

"You smell so fucking hot." MJ's eyes were burning, focused on him.

"You sweet-talker, you." He knew exactly what MJ meant, though. Hot, male, MJ's scent made him throb. They were both almost mended; he could tell by the way the sex became a battle, both of them fighting to be on top.

"Bitch." MJ grinned, leaning up to bite at one of his nipples, making it sting.

"Uhn. Harder, Precious. Make me feel it. Need to feel it." Sonny almost wanted it to hurt. Because they'd made it. They were still alive, damn it.

"Pushy." Fuck, MJ had sharp fucking teeth, giving him all the sensation he needed.

"You know it. Should by now." His hands moved, sliding over MJ's body, finding the sensitive spots like the one just above MJ's ribs, the one where his neck met his shoulder.

MJ moaned against his chest, the sound vibrating and heated. "More."

Always more. Sonny grinned wildly, bending to bite at MJ's shoulder, teeth scraping over the collarbone.

"Oh. Oh, sweet." MJ's hands pushed into his hips, squeezing good and tight.

"Want you, Precious. So bad." Sonny was just panting, his breath heaving in his lungs. He needed to be in, or have MJ in him, or something. Like now.

"We got lube?" MJ shifted him backward, cock wet-tipped, sliding on his crease.

"Yeah. We had. Didn't we get...?" He knew they did. Damn it. Sonny shifted, trying to search, but that put MJ up against him so good that all he could do was rub like a cat in heat.