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  I shrugged. “I’ve been told it is, but how would I know?”

  “I think it’s really big,” she said. “I can tell from the bulge in your pants.”

  “You’re not exactly an expert,” I said with a smirk.

  She looked at me. She wanted to kiss but I didn’t lean in. I didn’t want her to kiss me. I didn’t want her lips anywhere near me. I was toying with her, playing a game. There was no way in hell this chick was going to ever see my cock.

  Her eyes were locked on the throbbing bulge in my pants. I knew she wanted to look inside. She was dying to see it. She was dying to pull it out and wrap her pink lips around it.

  “I promise you, you’ve never seen anything this big before,” I said.

  “I’ll bet.”

  “You want to stroke it for me?”

  “I want to make it come.”

  “You sure?”

  “Can I?”

  I smiled.

  “Spit on your hand,” I said.

  She wet her hand with saliva. She was ready for me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted to rub that spit over the purple, throbbing head of my cock. She was trembling with anticipation, practically vibrating with lust for me. I leaned back in my seat and sighed. I looked down at my own lap, my penis still safe inside my pants.

  “I’ve got to go,” I said.

  “What?” she said. “No.”

  “I’ve got to get off this bus.”

  “Why? Please stay. I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “That’s the problem, sweetie,” I said. “I know you will.”

  “I’ll go all the way.”

  “You’d make me come, wouldn’t you?”

  “I swear I would.”

  My heart wouldn’t allow it. All my heart could think of was Faith. She was my soulmate. She was the only woman to know the taste of my cock.

  I grabbed my pack from the luggage rack, walked up to the driver and told him to stop the bus.

  “We can’t stop here. We’re on the highway.”

  “This is an emergency,” I said, showing him the handle of the gun under my shirt.

  He jammed on the brakes.

  The woman called to me from her seat. “What did I do?” she said. “Please, don’t get off now.”

  The bus came to a halt and I jumped to the ground. That was too close. I was getting desperate. It had been so long since I’d tasted Faith’s pussy. So long since I’d laid my claim on her. If I didn’t get back to her soon, I’d die.

  Once off the bus, it pulled away in a cloud of dust. I climbed the guardrail and walked into a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the highway. No one could see me from the road.

  I opened the buckle on my pants and pulled out my rigid shaft. It was so hard it was throbbing in agony. I sat on my backpack and began rubbing my hand up and down on it, as if it was a piece of wood I was polishing. I felt the first pre-orgasmic throb and Faith’s face flashed before my eyes.

  I continued, my hand sliding up and down, over and over. I felt the surge building in my groin, like a river rising against a dam. The rains had started. It wouldn’t be long before the flood.

  I thought back to my first time with Faith. The memory of that glorious, mysterious night was always enough to take me over the edge. She hadn’t been shy. She’d known exactly what she wanted from me. That’s the thing about women. I knew so many men who treated them like they were some sort of delicate flower. The truth is, women know what they want, and if they find a man who will cut through the bullshit and give it to them, they’ll take it. They’ll take it all. And they’ll ask for more.

  That’s how it was with Faith. Somehow, she’d known what she wanted the moment she set eyes on me.

  My cock was close to exploding. I stroked fast. I looked down at it, bulging in my hand.

  And then it started. Fuck me.

  “Oh, God,” I gasped.

  I clenched my muscles.

  The first spurt flew from me like a stream from a hose. It landed on the grass a yard in front of me and slid over the green blades like something from nature. I kept pumping.

  Another spurt flew from my cock and landed closer than the first. I kept pumping. The next landed on the ground with less force. Soon, it was just pouring over my hand like lava flowing down the side of a volcano.

  “Faith,” I gasped.

  The love of my life. Nothing I ever did would recreate the feeling I’d had with her. I’d made her mine. Then I’d lost her.

  I’d told her I was bad to the bone. That wasn’t the half of it. The moment she saw me, she should have run. Meeting me was a curse.

  I prayed she was still waiting for me.

  Chapter 23

  Jackson

  I WAS EXHAUSTED WHEN I finally got off the bus. After twelve years of wandering, it was strange to be back in the Socorro Valley. It felt good to be home, and at the same time, everything felt foreign. I took in a deep breath of the air. I swear to God, I could smell the salt of the Pacific. It’s different from the Texan coast—fresher, deeper water, bigger ocean. It was the smell of home.

  But I wasn’t the man who’d left. I hadn’t set foot in the valley since the day of my father’s death.

  That was the day everything changed.

  That was the day destiny took over my life.

  It was the day I met Faith.

  I had my pack on my back as I walked out of the bus station. It was eight in the evening and darkness was setting in. I could have phoned the Brotherhood to come get me, but I didn’t want to return like that. I hadn’t told them I was coming. I figured I should make my own way back to the house.

  They knew I was alive, they all did, even Faith. I’d sent her one short letter eleven years ago. It was just a few words, but enough to give her hope. I’d spoken to the Brotherhood a few times during the years too. They would have told her I was still out there. And then there were the periodic killings of Los Lobos members. It wouldn’t take much to follow my trail if you knew where to look.

  The one thing I was grateful for was that no one at Los Lobos ever put together the dots. They hadn’t figured out about the Brotherhood. They hadn’t connected Faith’s disappearance to the killings. Everyone I cared about had remained safe.

  But a phone call wasn’t the way to return. Not after so long. It just didn’t feel right.

  I thought about hitchhiking as I walked along the side of the highway. It was a steep road that sloped down the mountainside and it wasn’t safe for walking. There were a lot of hairpin bends.

  But I wanted to walk. I enjoyed it. After being on that bus for two days, it felt good to stretch my legs. And after being away from home for so long, it felt good to be surrounded by the familiar mountains of my childhood.

  And then it happened.

  I was on one of the blind bends on the road when a black Mercedes Benz came coasting around the corner at high speed, it’s headlights blinding me. It was headed straight for me. I didn’t think. I just jumped. Somehow, the driver had the reflexes to jam on the brakes. The car skidded to a screeching halt. I was down in the ravine next to the road, my leg bloody from the gravel, but the car hadn’t hit me.

  It was close, but I’m a lucky son of a gun.

  I know a lot of drivers who wouldn’t have stopped. The lady driving this car at least had the decency to get out and check on me.

  “Oh my God,” she cried as she ran over, her fancy heels clinking on the road. “Are you all right?”

  I’ve said it before. There have been moments in my life like forks in a road. Moments that change everything. Fate seems to come down from the heavens and reach directly into my life. This was one of those moments. I could feel it in my bones, even if I didn’t know what was happening.

  I pushed myself up from the ground and got to my feet.

  “Goddamn it,” I said, “I hate for a lady to see me flat on my face.”

  “Flat on your face? I was afraid I’d killed you.”

  “No such luc
k,” I said. “But you gave it a good shot.”

  Her car was pointed at us, the bright lights glaring, and all I could see was her silhouette. She had a good figure, a sexy skirt and blouse, she looked professional. I wouldn’t have minded taking her back into her Benz and punishing her for almost killing me. I tried to see her face but the lights were too bright and I had to shield my eyes.

  “Let me help you out of that ravine,” she said.

  And then it struck me. That voice. The voice I’d been longing to hear for twelve years. It was her.

  It was Faith.

  I couldn’t believe it.

  My heart pounded in my chest. It was like seeing water after crossing a desert. It was like seeing sunlight after being trapped underground. God, it was like tasting life itself.

  Even shrouded in darkness, I knew it was her. I’d know that heavenly voice anywhere. It was Faith. Standing right in front of me like an apparition from heaven. After all this time, there she was.

  My hands started to shake. My mind went completely blank. I felt dizzy. It was too much. It was her. Suddenly, I lost my balance and was falling back into the ravine.

  As I fell, thoughts flew across my mind. I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t want her to recognize me. After all that had happened, all I’d put her through, I couldn’t just appear like this. It would be too much of a shock. I didn’t even know if she wanted to see me.

  I hit the gravel with a thud.

  “Oh, gosh,” she cried. “You’re hurt. You’ve got to let me take you to the hospital.”

  Thankfully it was dark. I’m not sure she’d have even recognized me even if it was light. I looked much different than she remembered. I was older. I was beaten and battered, scarred and bruised. I had the scraggy beard of a lumber jack, long, unwashed hair, a Lakers ball cap. I deepened my voice and prayed she wouldn’t recognize me.

  “Lady, you’ve done enough,” I growled.

  “I’m just trying to help.”

  “If you want to help, try slowing down.”

  I was being rude, but I had no choice. I had to get rid of her. I couldn’t let her know it was me. I needed time to work my way back into her heart. I had to approach it properly. I couldn’t just show up like this.

  I climbed back up the rocks but remained in the shadows so she wouldn’t get a good look at me.

  “Well,” she said, breathlessly. “Are you hurt? Let me at least take you to the hospital. It’s not far.”

  “Only if I can drive?” I said, still trying to get rid of her.

  I could see her now, dimly, but it was enough to get the general impression. She was so fucking hot, every bit as beautiful as the moment we’d said goodbye. She still had the face of an angel. She’d matured gracefully. Her eyes reflected the car headlights like glass. Her features were delicate and kind.

  She took my breath away. It was the face I’d been dreaming about for twelve years, and there she was, right in front of me. I stayed out of the light. I couldn’t let her see that it was me.

  Tears came to my eyes. I hadn’t shed a tear in years.

  “There is nothing wrong with my driving,” she said. “What were you thinking, walking out here at night? How do you expect people to see you?”

  God, it was all I could do not to run to her and put my arms around her. I wanted her so badly, but another side of me was terrified. What if she recognized me and rejected me? I was dirty. I was disheveled. What woman in their right mind would want me walking back into her life?

  “Just leave me,” I said. “I’ll be all right.”

  She looked at me, trying to see me in the darkness.

  There was a long silence.

  I was terrified she’d recognized me, but then she said, “You know what? If I wasn’t feeling guilty for almost killing you, I’d get in my car right now and leave you here.”

  Her hair glowed in the headlights like gold. I wanted to grab it in my fist. Her body was just crying out to be fucked. Just looking at her was making my dick throb like a beating heart.

  I can tell when a woman needs to be fucked. I can pick up on that sexual tension the way a dog can smell fear. It’s an instinct. If there’s a woman nearby and she hasn’t been laid properly, I can smell it.

  Faith had sexual frustration written all over her.

  Realizing it moved me to the verge of tears. My voice broke. I prayed she couldn’t see.

  I was thrilled. After twelve years, anything could have happened. She could have found the love of her life. She could have married him. She could have been with anybody. But I could sense it. There was no doubt in my mind she was still alone.

  She still had my mark on her. I could feel it with my soul. She hadn’t given herself to another man. She’d waited for me.

  She’d waited for me.

  I couldn’t believe it. After all these years, she’d waited for me.

  She turned and began walking back to her car angrily, her heels clinking. I watched her walk. Even in the dark I could tell her ass was swaying in a sexy, side-to-side motion.

  “Hold on,” I said.

  She slowed down but didn’t turn back.

  “I’ll take a ride,” I said.

  She paused as if thinking about it.

  “Get in the car,” she said.

  She’d waited. Twelve years, and she’d waited. I was sure of it.

  Chapter 24

  Faith

  IF IT WASN’T FOR THE fact that I’d almost killed him, I’d never in a million years have let a man like that into my car. He was like everything I stood against in life, the exact opposite of what I was looking for. I mean, I could hardly see him, but he seemed like a criminal. I’d learned my lesson long ago.

  Stay away from men like that.

  In the darkness I could make out his shape. He was built like a fighter, his muscles bulging through his shirt. Those muscles were probably his only way of picking up women. I could just imagine him checking himself out in a mirror at the gym. Judging from the musky odor, he hadn’t showered in a few days either.

  In short, he was the last guy in the world I wanted sitting next to me in my car. I hate guys like him. He thought he could act cocky, be rude, flex his big muscles, swing his big dick, and women like me should just swoon and throw ourselves at him. Get real.

  He was wrong. He was so wrong. I’d made that mistake once, I wouldn’t make it again. I had more on my mind than muscles and a big cock.

  I glanced down at his crotch. I was sure there was a bulge in there, inside his jeans. I pictured it.

  What was I doing?

  The truth was, this guy, the exact opposite of the kind of guy I was looking for, was making me hot under the collar. I don’t want to say my panties were wet, but just the sight of him made my womb throb with desire. Just the presence of his big, strong body, so close to me in the car, made me want to pull over. I wanted to straddle him and let him fuck my brains out. I wanted him to come inside me without a condom.

  What was wrong with me?

  I couldn’t even see his face. It was dark, he had a beard, a deep voice, a ball cap. He could have been anyone. But there was an animal magnetism to him. For some reason, I was drawn to him.

  I’m not a sex maniac. Honestly. I’m a normal, healthy woman. At least I like to think I am.

  I just needed it. God knows I needed it. I lived by the rules, I put my responsibilities first, I gave my kid a good childhood, and sometimes, just sometimes, I got so tired of it I thought I would scream.

  I rarely allowed myself to feel that way. I felt guilty just thinking it. But I’d waited my entire life for a man I’d spent less than three short days with. I’d raised his son. I’d given up so much for the memory of a man that might never return. Fuck, sometimes I just wanted to scream in frustration.

  Why did I wait for Jackson when there were so many other men around to tempt me?

  Like this one.

  I don’t want anyone to think I wasn’t grateful for my son. It’s j
ust, sometimes, I wanted to let my hair down, set aside all my hangups, and surrender myself to the reckless pleasure a guy like this could give me.

  Trust me, I know the pleasure that’s possible with a bad boy. I’d been burned before.

  This guy was strange. One moment, he was a cocky jerk. The next he was sitting in silence, practically hiding under his hat.

  There was something strangely familiar about him too. His voice was, I don’t know, it was strange.

  Maybe I was just letting him get under my skin. He thought he could get in my car and I’d wrap my legs around his torso.

  If only.

  I have some self-respect. Just because we almost had an accident, just because I’d let him in my car, that didn’t mean he was getting any. I hadn’t had sex with a man since the birth of my son. And my son is eleven. That’s more than a decade.

  “Where do you want to go?” I said. “The hospital?”

  “Do you think I need to see a doctor?”

  “A shrink? Sure.”

  He laughed. I listened intently to his gruff voice. What was it? There was something about it.

  “If you’d take me to my house, I’d appreciate it.”

  “Where is it?”

  “Down in the valley.”

  “Oh, you’re a farmer.”

  “Me? No. My father was. I’m more of a wanderer, I guess you’d say.”

  I looked in his direction but I could see nothing in the darkness. I had the impression he was bearded.

  “A wanderer? Are there good career prospects in that these days?”

  I bit my tongue. I don’t know why I said that. It was judgmental. His career prospects were his own business. It’s just, he bugged me.

  He sighed. “Look, if you don’t want to give me a ride, I’ll walk. I was doing just fine before you almost killed me.”

  “I did not almost kill you.”

  He looked toward me but I looked away before meeting his eye. I felt heat rise to my cheeks under his gaze. I didn’t want him to look at me. I didn’t want him to see through my defenses and realize who I really was. I didn’t want him to see the truth.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re high strung?” he said.

  “Look. If I want your opinion on my personality, I’ll ask for it.”