A HITMAN FOR HANNAH

By Lauren Agony Jan Springer

A Futuristic Erotica Romance

(c) copyright October 2003, Lauren Agony and Jan Springer
Cover art by Eliza Black (c) copyright October 2003
New Concepts Publishing
5202 Humphreys Rd.
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com

PROLOGUE

Many years into the future . . . .

Earth - The States

Six weeks earlier . . . .

“You always have such a wonderfully tight ass, my Hannah.”

Hannah inhaled sharply as the hard tip of Simon’s lubricated shaft stretched her ass muscles.

“Just like your mother. God bless her soul. Smooth as satin. The sweetest, tightest ass.” He heaved his hips against her, and his rod sunk deeper.

Warmth draped against her back as his hot hands reached around her to tenderly clasp on the nipple clamps he insisted she wear on the nights he bedded her.

The clamps pinched a little, but when he switched on the vibrator, her nipples responded erotically and tightened into hard aching beads of need.

With his cock buried inside her, he slowly bent her upper body forward over the padded bar stool, allowing her breasts to dangle hungrily for his touch.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, my darling Hannah,” he whispered, “Tonight will be our last night together.”

She couldn’t help but breathe a little sigh of relief. She was getting bored wearing vibrating nipple clamps, walking around with butt plugs and putting up with his anal fetish.

Her joy however was short lived.

“In a couple of months you’ll be twenty-one years old. I know you were eligible for the Breeding Slave status when you reached twenty, and I admit I’ve been selfish by keeping you all to myself, but something special happened today. A very influential and rich young couple engaged to be married dropped by the Plantation. They were looking for the parents for their first child. They saw you, Hannah, and they made me an offer I could not refuse.”

Hannah tried hard not to tense up at his words, but he must have noticed her reaction because his next words were calm and somewhat soothing.

“Shhh, darling. I know this is unexpected. I know you have the right to keep your first born, and you will. The couple is willing to wait for your second child. So, it’s best we get started right away so that you’ll be ready to go at it again right after your first-born is here. That’s why I’ve decided that tomorrow will be the first day of your Breeding Ceremony.”

“How wonderful!” She forced her voice to remain lively and upbeat the way her mother had taught her.

Inside though, her guts churned anxiously at the thought of being secured like a trapped farm cow in the Breeding barn for weeks on end, if not for months. Her body bent at the waist over a cushioned bar, much as she was now, her cunt and anus exposed so the men could line up to fuck her whenever they wanted until she got pregnant.

“I’ve picked out the Ceremonial gown. Of course it’s the traditional red coloring, but it’s made of the finest, softest see through silk. And since this will be your first child and there is no preference for who the father should be, I’ve decided that all my sons will have equal opportunity to bed you. They were all very pleased to hear the news, especially Jacob.”

At the mention of Jacob Romero, Hannah’s heart picked up speed.

“I sent him a message letting him know about your Ceremony.”

“He’s coming home?”

“He’s coming home.”

Hannah inhaled softly.

Sweet God! For years she’d longed to see the eldest Romero brother again. To look upon his handsome face. To finally have his powerful muscles beneath her fingertips as she clenched his broad back. To feel his hard thighs cradle her hips as he plunged into her. But most of all she ached to find out if the rumors about his lovemaking were true.

The thought of seeing him again after four long years made her insides ignite with a want so compelling she almost cried out at it’s intensity.

“I look forward to seeing him,” she whispered, trying hard not to let Simon see how excited she was getting at the thought of Jacob coming home.

“You’re such a sweet young woman. Just like your mother was.”

The urge to tell him she was not as stupid as her mother was so great she almost said it out loud, but his hard cock was sliding back out of her ass, and she forced herself to relax.

Past experience had taught her that Simon loved to fuck hard and fast. If she kept herself relaxed and he finished quickly, it would leave her plenty of time to put her plan into motion.

“I’m sure my boys will go easy on you.”

“The more the merrier.” She tried to forget the fact it was expected she be shared with all the brothers including Jacob. But from the first time she’d met the eldest Romero brother she’d known instinctively he was the only man for her.

“I know six men is a handful for your first Ceremony, but from the stories I’ve heard, your mother took five brothers in her first Ceremonial until she was pregnant with you. Every day she was begging them to sink their dicks into her juicy cunt, just like you’ll be begging for my boys.”

She inhaled sharply as his hot fingers spread her labia lips in order to stroke her clit.

“You and the Romero brothers will produce such a beautiful child, I have no doubt. Your midnight black hair and my boy’s sharp blue eyes will make a fantastic combination. And, of course, as tradition dictates, your first-born will be yours to keep until he or she is sixteen. I only hope she will be a girl as sweet and as tight as you.”

For the first time in a long time, Hannah found herself smiling.

But it was a bittersweet smile.

She would never allow Simon to have any of her children. And she would never have the opportunity of finding out if those rumors about Jacob were true.

Because tonight she was leaving. Tonight she was running.

* * * *

Chapter One

Six weeks later . . . .

Her cunt was tight. Damn tight. And damned hot as Jacob Romero slid in and out of her in an achingly sensual rhythm. Beneath him, Hannah moaned erotically, her body shuddered wildly as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.

He knew she’d be like this. Knew she’d be the one woman for him.

He thrust harder into her. Deeper. Her cries of passion rang like music in his ears.

The pressure inside his penis mounted. He was going to come soon. The moist heat of her cunt muscles spasmed around his thick flesh, welcoming him in, sending shards of lightning zipping up his shaft straight into his belly.

Oh yes! He was going to come.

Clenching his jaws together, his body shuddered, and he released his hot load deep into her very core….

The screeching sound of a seagull’s cry ripped Jacob Romero from his erotic fantasy.

He blinked wildly at the softness of the ocean wind caressing his face. Listened to the waves as they roared onto the sand rippled beach. For a moment he was lost in this natural beauty. The reason for being here totally forgotten.

He shielded his eyes from the blazing sun as it dipped quickly to the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sexy black haired woman.

Hannah Roberts.

Breeder Slave.

Runner.

She stood on the beach. Not more than twenty feet away from him.

It was a crime she looked so good in clothes. A bigger crime that he’d been the one sent to kill her.

Jacob gritted his teeth in sudden anger. He’d never thought about not doing what he’d been trained to do. But now as he looked at his sweet innocent Hannah, he couldn’t stop the aching weariness sweeping over him. A weariness that made him realize he was sick and tired of killing people.

He wanted out of this nightmare job.

Unfortunately, there was no way out. He was the eldest son, and it was proclaimed the eldest member of any free family would dedicate their lives to being a Hitman or Hitgal. He hadn’t been given a choice. Hadn’t been able to follow his own yearnings in life.

And one of those yearnings had been taking Hannah for his very own.

His gaze drew back to her. To her long black hair flying in the salty breeze.

Her tank top hugged generous breasts. White shorts revealed wide hips and long legs. Ocean waves lapped at her sexy bare feet.

He wondered what her toes would taste like. Marveled at how smooth those legs would feel against his lips as he planted tiny kisses along her flesh until he’d finally nestle between her legs to suckle her sweet clit.

Her laughter broke into his thoughts.

She watched a white seagull soar over her head. Her laughter was unbelievably beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered. It crashed into his ears and cracked the iciness lining his heart.

For a split second he almost turned around. Almost left her there. Almost let her go.

But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let her get away.

Slowly he lifted the rifle.

Inhaling a deep shuddering breath, he pressed the butt of the weapon hard against the crook of his shoulder. He took a bead on Hannah, and his trembling finger tightened on the trigger….

* * * *

Hannah Roberts couldn’t stop laughing. She was absolutely delirious with happiness. Within the hour she’d be picked up by a boat and whisked away north of the border. To the Free States.

Sweet heavens, the impatience of waiting was driving her crazy.

Hugging the cell phone to her breasts, she remembered the whispery voice of the man who’d called last night and told her to come to the beach. He’d sounded kind and gentle and extremely mysterious. Nonetheless, at this point in time she was desperate. She was almost out of food and quite anxious to get a new start in life.

She couldn’t’t wait to inhale freedom’s fresh air. Couldn’t wait to start living on her own terms.

Nobody would ever tell her what to do again. No man would be allowed to screw her any time he wished. And most of all, the fear of having to go through her first Breeding Ceremony would finally fade away.

Another fierce gust whipped against her body making her stumble backward. Making her smile into the hot sunshine as the warm sand grains sifted through her naked toes.

Six weeks ago she would never have thought she’d be standing here. Standing on an ocean beach in Northern Oregon waiting to rendezvous with the Underground Railroad who smuggled runaway Breeder Slaves to the Free States.

Six weeks ago her owner, Simon, was doing whatever he wanted to do to her. His lecherous hands fondling her aroused cunt as he pushed himself into her tight ass.

Thank God those days were gone.

She’d escaped. Taken the bundle of food she’d stashed in the attic of his home and stolen the abandoned relic of a car from one of her master’s many secluded barns. Thanks to her job as a tractor driver in the Plantation fields she knew how to drive. It had made the escape much easier.

Over the years, she’d listened to the other Breeder Slaves as they’d whispered about the Underground Railway. Listened to where she should go when the time was right to leave. In her mind she’d mapped out an escape route, and it had led her here.

The rusty windmill on the hill with the sharp blue ocean backdrop had made her heart quicken with relief. Nestled in the tree-enshrouded grove she’d spied the deserted stone mansion with the faded aqua colored shutters and the lone octagonal window in the attic.

The area had looked exactly as The Breeder Slaves had said. And they’d also insisted if a runner stayed in the mansion long enough someone would come for them and whisk them off to freedom.

Hannah had stayed there almost two weeks.

Doubt had plagued her during the stay. Perhaps it had just been rumors? Perhaps no one would come for her?

But yesterday, she’d been out exploring along the beach, and when she’d come back she’d found the cell phone on the back veranda in plain sight. And beneath the phone a white note had fluttered in the breeze.

Don’t be afraid. It had said. I will call tonight.

And the cell phone had rang, the mysterious voice giving her instructions to meet on the beach.

Now she was here. Standing at the arranged rendezvous point waiting to be taken away to freedom.

“Hannah.” The sound of his familiar voice ripped through her like a sharp knife. For a minute, Hannah could do nothing but stand frozen as her brain tried to decipher the fact that she’d been caught.

Caught by Jacob. The only man she’d ever wanted.

Jacob. A Hitman who was here to bring her back to his father’s Breeder Plantation.

Her newfound peace crashed in around her.

“Sweet mercy! No!” she heard herself whisper.

“Do as I say, and everything will be fine,” he said.

Her heart crashed against her chest. She clamped down on the hysteria threatening to engulf her.

“Turn around. Nice and slow,” he instructed.

Hannah didn’t know if she could do it. Dizziness swirled, making her unsteady. The cell phone dropped from her hand.

She didn’t know how, but she managed to turn around and came face to face with Jacob.

Her breath seized up in her lungs at the sight of him. Oh God! She’d missed him so much it hurt just to look at him.

He was taller than she remembered. Wider in the shoulders. His shoulder length hair was stringy and dirty brown. Dark stubble etched his chin, his upper lips, the sides of his full mouth.

The familiar sparkle he’d always toted for her when he’d looked at her in the past was gone, replaced by the deadest darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen.

And he pointed a gun directly at her heart.

Her hold on sanity began to slip.

Sweet heavens! Was he going to kill her?

Trembling panic slammed into her legs, her arms, and her body.

“Please don’t make this difficult,” Jacob said.

“I’m not going back! You’ll just have to shoot me!”

She took a step backward. Warm ocean water swirled around her ankles.

His frown deepened.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her against his muscular length.

“Why did you run, Hannah?”

A tortured look of betrayal flooded his eyes as he glared at her. Instinctively she knew the sweet, gentle Jacob from her teenage years was gone, replaced by a cold, angry man.

A man she could no longer trust.

The thought frightened her, made her panic. With a sudden burst of energy, Hannah slammed the palm of her hand under and up against his chin.

The defensive maneuver worked.

He groaned in surprise, and his tight grasp loosened enough to allow her to wrench free.

In a split second, she was running down the beach. There was no way she was going back to Simon and the Breeder life. No way she would allow men to fuck her until she was pregnant.

From behind her, Jacob yelled at her to stop.

In defiance, her legs moved faster. The thought of him shooting her in the back urged her inland. Forced her to falter over the sharp rocks and to skirt the sand dunes as she headed toward the deserted beach highway. Maybe she’d get lucky and someone would come along. Maybe she could flag someone down before her Hitman flashed his badge.

Unfortunately, the terrain only got rougher, the rocks turned into boulders that were hidden by tall clumps of dry yellow grass.

She stubbed her toe. Pain lanced up her foot into her leg. She bit back a cry, pushed aside the agony, and kept her feet pounding the hard ground.

Her lungs began to burn, her leg muscles cramped, but the pain was nothing compared to the horrors waiting for her when he took her back. Back to a life without freedom.

That thought made her run even faster, if that were possible.

Now she was running at a dangerous pace. Anything could happen. She could hit another boulder, stick her foot into a hole, break a leg . . . .

She could hear his heavy breathing behind her. Could hear the way his shoes pounded the hard, dry earth.

God! He was gaining on her. She could almost feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. Could feel his body heat slam into her flesh.

Sensing he was about to tackle her, she turned abruptly and headed east back toward the beach. She would dive into the ocean. Swim to freedom if she had to.

Behind her, he cursed.

She began to pray like she’d never prayed before. Prayed he would give up. Prayed he would simply let her go.

Her prayers went unanswered.

An instant later, a strong hand grabbed her by the elbow, making her whirl around.

Losing her balance, she fell.

He came down on her like a sack of potatoes, wiping the wind out of her burning lungs.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t gather her senses.

He lay on top of her, his hot breath wheezing over her face like erotic caresses. His muscular length seductively grinded her body into the ground. And his dead black eyes glared angrily into her very soul.

“It’s over, Hannah. It’s over,” he breathed.

Over?

It couldn’t be over. Not like this. Not here. Not when she was so close to freedom.

Her mind searched frantically for a way out. A way to save herself.

“You can’t take me back there! You can’t!” Hysteria edged her voice, but through the panic she saw something powerful flash in his eyes.

Was it sympathy? Confusion?

No.

It was desire. Dark and dangerous desire.

The passion in his gaze stunned her. Frightened her. Excited her.

Air ebbed back into her lungs.

Along with her breath came her senses.

All of her senses.

She shouldn’t be noticing anything about him. Not after all these years, but she couldn’t help it. Not with his hard body pinned so intimately on top of hers. Not with those strong muscular thighs straddling each side of her hips. Nor could she ignore the large masculine knot blossoming against her lower abdomen.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Hannah. So goddamn long. And when I came home, you were gone.”

His eyes didn’t seem dead anymore. They flashed with desire and intent. To her shock her body responded to his heated look with a fantastic pleasure of it’s own.

She wanted to stop the delicious way his powerful chest heaved against her clothing, scraping her nipples. Hardening them into two aching buds of need.

She wanted to deny the pure craving exploding between her legs, but when his hot mouth suddenly dropped against her trembling lips she could do nothing but to submit to his seductive assault.

His mouth tasted moist, lusty, and full of secret promises. His lips slid erotically over hers, igniting crisp sparks of want deep into her very core.

She whimpered as his determined tongue slid between her teeth and invaded her mouth.

Unimaginable sensations bombarded her as his hot tongue explored her cavern. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and her deeper into the intoxicating kiss.

Excitement zipped along her nerve endings making her entire body ache for his touch. Her nipples hardened into tight beads, and a hot wetness seeped from her desire-swollen cunt.

When he finally drew away from her, his face was flushed with want. The thick bulge pressed against her abdomen was thick and hard, making her shiver with a fierce want she’d never experienced before.

“I have to taste you, Hannah. I have to see if you are real.”

Her heart crashed in her ears as she concentrated on what he was saying to her.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. Just a taste of your sweetness. Just a taste.”

Mesmerized by the sexual heat in his eyes, she found herself nodding.

Upon her consent his chest lifted off hers, and he slithered down between her legs. When his hot hands seared against the burning flesh of her inner thighs she fully understood what he wanted to do to her.

The thought that she was about to experience one of those fascinating rumors that had circulated about Jacob back at the Breeding Plantation made the demanding need brew stronger deep in her cunt. It was a shocking heat, an intense yearning for a man she’d never been able to have.

She inhaled sharply as her shorts and underwear were tugged down and off her legs. She felt the warmth of the grainy sand nestle against her ass.

Hannah found herself lifting her knees and spreading her legs for him. She loved the ravenous look brewing in his dark blue eyes. It was a look she remembered so well.

A look he’d never acted on, until now.

But did she want him this way?

Laying half naked on the beach where anyone might witness what he was about to do to her?

“Jacob....”

“Oh God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered from his position between her widespread legs. He looked drunk. Drunk with desire.

Hannah bit back a gasp of pleasure as his hot fingers slid along her inner thighs toward her aching need. She jolted as his fingers parted her nether lips. The stubble on his face grazed against her inner thighs creating a firestorm of longing deep inside her womb. His hot tongue flicked against her pouting pleasure bud, and she couldn’t help but moan wantonly.

She closed her eyes and lifted her hips, pressing her aching flesh against his face. Wetness trickled from between her legs as she craved him. Craved for him to be the one and only man who would ever thrust his strong thick shaft deep inside her.

With tormenting licks his tongue explored the crevice of her clit. Over and over he suckled, bit gently and probed roughly until her thighs were shuddering and her body was writhing beneath his hot mouth.

“Jacob, please.” Frustration knawed at her, and she dug her fingers into the warm sand.

She wanted him to fuck her. To bring her to fulfillment. But the words just wouldn’t come out of her mouth.

His head lifted, and the powerful drunken look of desire made her heart sing with joy.

“You taste even better than I ever imagined, Hannah. So much sweeter.”

She cried out as two long fingers plunged into her heated wetness, and he began to thrust wildly. A thumb frayed erotically over her pleasure nub, and Hannah found herself moaning under his violent onslaught. Moaning until her sensitive insides exploded with an orgasm so intense it took her breath away and made her shudder brutally.

When she began to descend from the pleasure high, his head once again dropped between her legs.

This time his hard long tongue replaced his fingers, burning a line right up her vagina forcing her aroused muscles to clamp around his hot flesh. A calloused thumb swiped against her swollen pleasure nub, rubbing lazy circles until she cried out with the urge to climax.

Greedily, he sucked and sipped at her cunt. His hot mouth brought her to the edge of a precipice she ached to descend into, leaving her gasping for air and her body exquisitely tense.

When she thought she could stand the sweet agony no longer, he slid his tongue out and slipped two fingers inside her wet channel beginning a fast pump. Within seconds, violent shudders pulsed through her, sending her hips crashing against his wild thrusts and her mind falling into a yawning chasm of intense pleasure. It was almost painful. By the time he was finished with her, she lay spent and drained in the sand.

Drained and wanting more from him.

Wanting so much more.

She opened her eyes and saw the sweet drunk look of desire slowly fade away, replaced by that cold dead glare she dreaded.

When he saw her watching him, he gazed away as if ashamed of what he’d just done to her.

But he shouldn’t be ashamed. She’d loved the way his hot tongue had seduced her clit. Loved the way his fingers had plunged inside her cunt. Most of all she loved the sparks of desire she’d seen brewing in his eyes when he’d gazed at her.

The mere thought of any other man looking at her like that made desperation flood her senses.

“Jacob, please don’t take me back to the Plantation. You can do anything you want to me. Anything. Just don’t take me back there,” she whispered.

“Anything?”

“Whatever you want.”

Her voice didn’t give away the fact that her insides quivered frantically. She’d always wanted Jacob but not like this.

“Let’s go to my car,” he instructed.

“No. Here. You do whatever you want to me here. Then you leave. You let me go.”

She held her breath as he gazed down between her spread naked legs. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel the least bit ashamed.

Why should she?

Deep in her heart she knew Jacob Romero was a good man. At least he had been before he’d left the Breeding Plantation to become a Hitman. She could only hope he still had some compassion left inside him.

“I want a bed and twenty-four hours,” he whispered.

Oh my Goodness! He was taking her up on her offer!

If she thought her limbs were shaking before, they were spastic now.

Twenty-four hours? But what about her rescue boat to the Free States? It was coming today.

Anxiety raged inside her.

If she didn’t go with him, Jacob would see her rescue coming in the boat. He’d find out about the Underground Railway. He’d capture her would-be rescuers. It would ruin the chances for others coming after her.

Hannah tried hard not to turn her head toward the ocean. Toward freedom.

Instead, she locked her gaze onto Jacob who now studied her face.

Did he know? Did he know she was meeting with the Underground Railway?

Oh God! She needed to get him away from here.

Sleeping with him was the only way out. She had to do it. She had to trust he would let her go afterwards.

Reluctantly, Hannah nodded.

Jacob hoisted his powerful body off her, and he kneeled between her legs. To her surprise, he reached down, and his long fingers intertwined with her own.

“Your twenty-four hours start when we get to a hotel.” Inwardly she shivered. His words and his warm touch screamed pleasure through her veins as he helped her to her feet. She found herself realizing that her dream of sleeping with Jacob was about to come true. She just hadn’t figured it to be this way.

* * * *

Chapter Two

He was insane. Totally crazy.

Or maybe he was in love?

No, not love. Lust.

He was lusting after a woman he had no business lusting after. She was a Breeder Slave. A runner.

He was a Hitman. A killer.

They were from two different worlds.

But that hadn’t prevented him at the tender age of eighteen from being friendly with her at his father’s Breeding Plantation. It hadn’t prevented him from being sexually attracted to her or from wanting to claim her for his very own.

God. She’d been the sweetest girl. The only girl he’d really wanted to fuck. The only girl who had been off-limits.

He’d even asked his father to consider releasing Hannah from pre-Breeder Slave status so he could claim her for his own.

His father had shook his head in shock. A Plantation owner’s son did not take a Breeder Slave for a wife. It was unheard of. It was scandalous to even think such a horrid thing.

The next day Jacob had been shipped off to Hitman School. He hadn’t even had a chance to say good-bye to her. Hadn’t had a chance to tell her he wanted her. That he would come back for her someday.

When his father’s message had come informing him of Hannah’s first Breeding Ceremony giving Jacob his blessing to fuck her, it had been all too bittersweet. His father had given the same blessing to all his brothers.

He’d secured some time off and come home to demand he be the first in line to fuck Hannah. Being the eldest son, he had that right.

But when he’d come home, Hannah was gone.

Escaped.

A goddamn runner.

A runner who wasn’t a sweet girl anymore. She was all grown up.

And he was in trouble.

One beautiful Breeder Slave had gotten under his skin. One taste of her, and he’d been hooked. She’d tasted better than he’d ever imagined.

All sweet and cinnamony. And the musical cries of her aroused whimpers as she climaxed . . . Jacob couldn’t help but groan inwardly as he remembered the way her hips had thrust her drenched cunt into his face encouraging him to sip more of her heavenly juices.

She was one hell of a sexy woman. Even now as she sat beside him stiff as a corpse body, he could feel the sexual energy pour out of her and over him.

Her full breasts heaved seductively with her every inhalation. Her lush mouth was set in grim determination.

She would do anything he wanted, she’d said.

And he’d accepted her offer.

Oh man. What had he done?

He couldn’t even look at himself in the rearview mirror. If he did, he’d see the truth flashing in his eyes.

From the first time he’d seen her long black hair framing a heart-shaped face, red pouty rosebud lips and slanted green eyes, not to mention the seductive as sin plump body, he’d wanted to claim her.

And now he had her.

Instead of feeling happy, he felt anxious.

She should be dead now. Dead on the beach.

She wasn’t. Simply because he hadn’t had the heart to do his job.

He’d never had a problem pulling the trigger in the past. Not until now.

Damn!

Instead of doing his job, he’d walked down to the beach with full intentions of warning her of the danger she was in by staying at the deserted mansion.

But the closer he’d gotten to her, the more he wanted to taste her.

To make love to her.

To free her.

Oh man!

The Hitman Association would kill him when they found out what he’d done. And what he was about to do.

Strangely enough, he didn’t care what they did to him. Not anymore.

He had Hannah, and he was taking her to God only knew where.

When he’d first spotted her two weeks ago hiding in the deserted mansion, he should have simply walked away. Let someone else do the kill job. But he didn’t want her dead. He just wanted her.

Lying on top of her on the beach after he’d tackled her had sealed his fate and hers as well.

He needed to make love to her. Needed to taste every part of her body. Needed to sink his hard aching rod deep into her warm welcome cunt.

He wanted to feel again. To feel like a man. To forget he was a killing machine.

He should apologize for frightening her.

But he wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t.

At least not yet.

He needed her to be afraid of him. It would keep her in line.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Her soft voice broke into his thoughts.

He wasn’t surprised. “I’ll pull over.”

She nodded numbly, her hand clamped over her luscious mouth.

He whipped the car off the two lane highway and onto a dirt road lined with pine trees. A moment later they entered a small clearing.

She pushed the door open even before the car had rolled to a stop.

He grimaced as she bent over and wretched. The sound was hollow and ugly.

A memory zipped through his brain. A memory of when he was young and wild. Memories of the endless fucking parties with his father’s Breeder Slaves. Memories of the slaves wretching when they’d become pregnant from his seed . . . .

Shit! He shouldn’t think about it. He should shove those memories right out of his mind. Pretend they were nightmares, not reality.

What he needed was a good stiff drink. Needed to get himself stone cold drunk and forget everything.

On suddenly shaky legs, he climbed out of the car and inhaled the fresh pine scented air.

Lifting his head, he winced at the intense confusion brewing in Hannah’s eyes. She wiped the back of her hand across her delicious looking mouth and watched warily as he approached.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and then an angry red blush whipped across her cheeks.

“I told you, I’ll do anything you want. But I have to hear you say you’ll let me go after we have sex. I need to believe I can trust your word. That you are still an honorable man.”

Honorable man?

If he was so honorable, he’d be telling her the truth. That he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since the day he’d left home.

The desperation in her eyes forced him to lie, “I give you my word.”

“Then take me. Now. We can do it in the back seat.”

He felt his jaw open in surprise.

Felt the guilt at wanting to fuck her take over. He could still taste the sweetness of her cunt juices in his mouth. Oh, he wanted her. Wanted her so much he didn’t think his whole body and mind had ever hurt so bad for a woman.

“I won’t touch you. Not if you don’t want me to,” he found himself saying.

Now it was her turn to be surprised. The fear in her eyes diminished, replaced by a sparkle of hope.

“What are you saying? Are you letting me go?”

“No.”

She bit her bottom lip, and he saw the tears bubble up in those gorgeous green eyes.

“Dammit! Don’t cry,” he snapped harshly.

“You’ve changed your mind, haven’t you? You’re taking me back to the Breeding Plantation, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want to make love to you.” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them.

A frown burrowed between her dark eyebrows.

“You just said if I don’t want to....”

“I don’t want just sex. I want you,” he said.

She blinked at him.

He cursed softly at the god-awful confusion etching her face and reached into his back pocket for the item stashed there.

“Here.” He unwrapped a stick of pine gum and held it out to her.

She took it and put it in her seductive mouth. God, what he wouldn’t do to have her warm lips kissing his aching shaft. Sucking his hot flesh.

He shook the erotic thoughts away.

“I’m going to make a call,” he instructed, “I’m keeping an eye on you, so stay right here.”

She winced at his harsh ton, and he cursed himself for being so gruff with her.

Keeping an eye on her, he made his way back to the car. From his glove compartment, he dug out his cell phone and dialed the number.

His father’s secretary answered and put Jacob straight through to his dad.

“Jacob! How the hell are you?”

“Cut the pleasantries, dad.”

His father’s voice immediately sobered. “Is she dead?”

“She ran when she saw me.” At least that wasn’t a lie.

His father cursed a long line of blue words that made Jacob wince.

“I thought they taught you better in that damn Hit School, boy!”

“I’m in hot pursuit.”

Jacob watched Hannah as she leaned over and used her fingertips to comb out the tangles in her long black hair. Man, what he wouldn’t do to be able to thrust his fingers through those silky strands. To feel their softness flood his palms.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“What?”

“I said it’s urgent she’s removed.”

“Why can’t I just bring her home?” The mere suggestion of returning her to him made sour bile bite the back of his throat.

“I want her dead. She’s humiliated your brothers and me. Not to mention you and the ten other male Breeder Slaves who were hopefuls for her second child. Just kill her! You know what’ll happen to you if you don’t.”

There it was. The warning.

Get the hit. Or get hit. The Hitman’s code of honor stating a Hitman would die before ever giving up a hit.

“I’ll call when the job is done,” Jacob said between clenched teeth. He pressed the End button on the phone.

Quickly he entered another number.

He sighed in relief when a familiar man’s voice answered on the first ring.

“I’m in deep shit, Tool. Really deep shit,” Jacob blurted.

The man on the other line chuckled. “What else is new? What happened this time? You smash up the company car? They short change your pay check again?”

Jacob drew in a deep breath and almost revealed his problem. Almost confessed that he had his hit right here, and he wasn’t going to kill her.

Deep in his heart he sensed he could trust Tool with the truth. But he just couldn’t take the chance. It was better that he trusted no one. Not even his best friend.

It was safer for Hannah.

“My hit saw me. She ran.”

“Are you shitting me? You’re losing your touch, bud. So, what do you need?”

“I need twenty-four hours of down time. No interruptions what so ever. I’ve found a willing woman, and we need some privacy. When I’m relaxed, I’ll go after the hit who got away,” he lied.

“Well shit! It’s about time! Haven’t I told you fucking a willing woman is the only way to relax? Christ, you Plantation boys are so damned stubborn. You guys just don’t listen to me. The fucking is much sweeter when you work for it. What is it that you need?”

“I need you to turn off the tracker in my car.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Tool’s tone turned wary. “You know I’m not supposed to do that.”

“Can you do it anyway? Divert my whereabouts. Keep it between us?”

“Must be some woman.”

“She is.”

Silence on the other end. He could almost hear Tool’s mind grinding with curiosity.

A moment later his friend’s curse of defeat wafted over the line.

“I don’t like this.”

“Thanks, Tool.”

“Twenty-four hours?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“Consider it done. I’ll call you when you’re times up,” Tool said, and he disconnected.

Jacob stuffed the phone into the glove compartment and eased back out of the car.

When he turned around, he froze.

Hannah stood right there. Not more than two feet from him.

Uncertainty filled her green eyes. A somewhat wobbly smile was plastered on her rosy lips.

His gaze lowered. His eyes widened.

Sweet shit! This cannot be happening. And yet it was.

She stood before him.

A goddess.

A very naked goddess.

His greedy gaze raked over her voluptuous figure. A waist that curved inward, hips and breasts that curved outward giving her body an hourglass look. Hungrily he scanned her shapely legs to the dark curly haired muff hiding her wonderful clit from his view.

His shaft sprang to life. Heated like molten steel. Hardened into an iron bar.

He remembered the delicate taste of her cunt. The soft hot feel of her pulsing pleasure nub against his mouth as he’d drained her sweetness from her cavern.

Mouth suddenly dry, he swept his gaze over her slightly rounded abdomen, to her cute little belly button, her satiny belly and finally up.

To his disappointment her silky black hair hid those full breasts from his view.

Jacob let out a ragged breath.

He should tell her to cover herself. Should tell her to run. To get away from him.

But he could say nothing. He could do nothing. Do nothing but stand there and hover at this dangerous line between wanting her and doing what was right by her.

“Jacob?” She said softly.

“Don’t do this, Hannah....”

He cursed beneath his breath as she took a step forward.

What the hell was she doing? He’d already told her she didn’t have to have sex with him.

She took another step closer.

He took one step back.

The wobbly smile on her pretty face turned into one of curiosity as she tilted up one corner of her lip.

Her eyes were hot with blatant desire as her gaze slid over his face. Before he knew it, she stood right there in front of him. Barely a foot apart.

He breathed in her scent. She smelled fresh and salty like the ocean. A hint of the pine gum she’d been chewing wafted into his nostrils.

Desire rumbled through him. He needed to touch her. Needed to show her he’d never hurt her.

With trembling hands, he reached out.

She inhaled softly as he parted the veil of her silky black hair to reveal swollen breasts with plump pink nipples.

His legs watered. His self-control wavered.

He forced himself to close his eyes in an effort to gather the strength he needed to keep himself from touching her.

“Don’t look away,” she breathed.

Her hand came up, and she cupped his chin. The gentle touch of her warm fingers against his skin made him groan.

Her body heat cradled him. Made him wish she was his forever.

He trembled as her other hand dipped inside his pants. Her fingers splayed flat against his belly. Only inches from his rock hard cock. He felt his erection growing in anticipation.

“You don’t have to do this, Hannah,” he croaked.

“Yes, I do.”

“Why?”

“Because . . . I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Oh man!

Her electric fingers slid around his hard shaft. Her hot touch made him harden violently. Made his sensitive flesh ache with a raging heat. A need that shattered his self control.

Roughly, he grabbed her by her bare shoulders. The silkiness of her velvety skin seared against his fingertips. Her warm minty breath cascaded against his cheeks. Drowned his senses.

Her hand urged his chin towards her luscious trembling lips.

This couldn’t be happening. This had to be another dark fantasy. Another fantasy in an endless string of them.

“Hannah?”

“Shhhh.” Her breath washed warm and minty against his face.

Oh boy, this was real.

The impact of her soft mouth upon his lips devastated him. It hurled him into another world. A world of a pleasure so intense he had to harden his hold on her shoulders or surely he would fall to his knees.

Her hand uncapped his chin as she deepened the kiss. His world tilted awkwardly. His breath caught in his lungs. His mouth anxiously opened wider allowing her sweet tongue to enter.

She kissed him greedily, her burning mouth cruelly demanding. Her fierce masterful strokes clashed with his tongue creating such a wrenching desire deep in his soul he literally felt the coldness encasing his heart begin to melt.

Her other hand slid under his shirt and over the tight muscles of his chest. He inhaled sharply as she tweaked his sensitive nipples. Ripples of longing sent heated blood roaring to parts south. His shaft throbbed, and a wild fever set through the rest of his body.

A guttural moan started somewhere deep in his chest and somehow got lost in his throat as her fingers slid sweetly along the entire length of his hard shaft.

Have mercy! It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. So long since he’d been stroked with such tenderness. So long that her mere touch was going to make him come any second.

But he wanted to be inside her when he did. Wanted to feel her velvety muscles clamp around him as she welcomed him deep inside her warmth.

When her hand left his nipple and headed toward the area beneath his arm, the area where he kept his gun holstered, a wiggle of warning whispered in his ear.

Shit!

He should have known. He should have known she was only using him!

Before her hand could curl around his gun, he forced himself to rip his mouth free from her tormenting sweetness.

A tiny cry of protest escaped through her slightly parted lips. The hot look in her eyes flared with disappointment.

“You’re good, Hannah. Real good.”

“What’s wrong? I thought....”

“You thought you could keep me amused so you could go for my gun, and I was stupid enough to fall for it.”

A brief look of shame flittered across her face. A look that did’t sit right with her natural beauty.

For a split second, he believed she had wanted him to fuck her. But that would only be wishful thinking.

She looked away, her face flaming pink with embarrassment.

Dammit!

He should take her. Lean her over the hood of the car and just slide his throbbing cock into her. Right here. Right now.

It sure as hell would ease the ache in his hard shaft. Yet he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t take advantage of her like this.

“Get dressed,” he ordered.

At the sound of the harshness in his voice, he felt better. Felt more in control.

She moved away from him but not before he saw the tears glisten in her eyes.

“Hannah!”

She stopped.

“Don’t do that again. Not unless you really mean it. Next time I won’t stop. Next time I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to never stop.”

He didn’t miss the tremor zip through her body. Was she scared of his warning? Or had that been a shiver of excitement?

He watched her get dressed. Her movements graceful. Seductive. Damned arousing.

The thought of going into the woods and jerking himself off entered his mind. But he didn’t. He couldn’t afford to be out of her sight for too long.

When she was dressed, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to the other side of the car where the passenger door stood open.

“Get in the car, Hannah.”

“You’ve changed Jacob. You used to be kind and gentle. Now you’re just a cold bastard.”

Before he could say anything, she broke free from his grasp, slumped into the car, and slammed the door shut with such a force it hurt his ears.

She kept silent as he started the car and drove out of the secluded area onto the main road.

It was going to be the silent treatment, was it?

He could easily break that silence. He’d have her screaming out with pleasure before too long. Then maybe when he got her out of his system, he’d finally be able to let her go.

* * * *

Chapter Three

Hannah jolted awake. For a minute she had no idea where she was.

The feeling wasn’t uncommon. Not with the way she’d been on the run the past few weeks. Every night a new place to sleep. Every day watching over her shoulder to see if someone followed her.

Now as she peered out the side car window, she blinked at the semi-darkness of twilight enveloping the fast moving landscape of rolling hills and tried to remember what had happened.

A split second later, it all came crashing around her like a horrible landslide.

Jacob had caught her! Jacob the Hitman.

A seemingly cold bastard on the outside and yet when his body had covered hers on the beach, something wild and lusty had been unleashed inside her. When his hot tongue had scooped against her clit as he devoured her, she’d melted like liquid silver, her body betraying her with a powerful lust she couldn’t ignore.

Hannah shivered involuntarily when she remembered pursuing him in the meadow.

She’d been desperate. Hadn’t been thinking clearly.

The thought of being so close to freedom down at the beach and having it slip through her fingers had screwed her common sense. Had made her queasy and sick to her stomach.

She’d wanted him to fuck her. So he would let her go.

But when she’d approached him in the meadow, he’d backed away from her. Fear had shone in his eyes. Fear and confusion.

Why was he scared of her?

Why would he agree to the proposition of her allowing him to do whatever he wanted to do to her and then just change his mind?

If he was afraid of her, why should she be afraid of him?

Much needed confidence had flooded through her giving her the idea to go after his gun. And the only way to do that was to distract him.

When she’d kissed him, his searing warmth had curled through her body, pushing aside any remaining fear. And when he’d returned her kiss . . . it was as if an electrical field had encompassed them. A wild energy that zapped through her entire being awakening all her senses into full alert.

His thick arousal had pressed intimately against her suddenly wet and eager cunt.

God help her, she’d wanted him to bury his hot flesh deep inside her. To make her forget all her troubles. To make her remember why she’d liked him so much when they’d been younger. And best of all, he’d made her feel safe. Safe and secure from the outside world.

But when he’d broken the kiss and accused her of trying to steal his gun, she’d been stunned. She’d been unable to comprehend why lust had overwhelmed her so much for a man she hadn’t seen in so long.

Hannah closed her eyes, blocking out the memories.

Why in heaven’s name had she come onto him in the meadow?

Because she’d had to, that’s why. Getting his gun was the only way to escape.

But what would happen when she got the gun? She had no idea how to use one.

“There’s a hotel up ahead,” his voice snapped through her thoughts. “There’s a restaurant too, if you’re hungry.”

“I’m not hungry.”

He said nothing as he took the exit.

A shiver ripped through Hannah as she watched him. His full mouth pouted. His handsome face determined.

Had he changed his mind? Was he going to tell her the deal was still on? He’d said the deal would start when they reached the hotel. Is that why he hadn’t wanted to make love to her in the meadow?

Her stomach tightened with dread.

Or was it anticipation?

Christ, she wasn’t horny.

Just scared shitless. And desperate.

But if she was scared, why was she anxious to feel his warm lips sliding against hers again. Why did she want to feel his silk encased steel thick rod throbbing in her hand again? And why was she hoping he would bring back those feelings of pleasure? Of feeling safe in his arms.

He pulled into the hotel parking lot.

The hotel was a small one-story building. A bit run down. But small and quaint. Surrounded by a large meadow at the sides and a string of tiny pine trees along the front lawn.

He turned to her. “Let’s go inside and register. You make any moves to escape or draw any attention to us, our agreement is off. I’ll have no choice but to send you straight back to the Breeding Plantation.”

Oh God! The deal was still on!

Hannah held her breath as she climbed out of the car and followed him into the lobby.

The lobby smelled of freshly brewed coffee and stale cigarette smoke. The lobby clerk was an older gray haired gentleman who set down the newspaper he’d been reading when he saw them and greeted them enthusiastically.

Hannah bit her lips against the scream building inside her as Jacob spoke with the lobby clerk. Anxiety mounted when she saw him hand the clerk some cash.

She forced herself to inhale slowly. To stay calm.

He wouldn’t hurt her. She had to believe that. He’d always been kind to her in the past. Had always been friendly.

And she’d always wanted Jacob . . . .

Excitement mingled with dread.

He could do whatever he wanted to her in the hotel room and still not let her go.

He turned around, and, to her surprise, he held out a roll of antacids. He must have picked it up at the counter.

“For your stomach.”

He was concerned for her health? Confusion gripped her guts, and she accepted the roll.

“Room 13. To the left and on the end,” he said.

He waved her ahead of him out the door.

The urge to bolt was great. So great she almost ran. But she knew he was watching her.

She could feel the heat of his laser sharp eyes on her back. If she ran, he’d catch her in a split second.

He’d be angry. He’d probably cuff her. Then he could do with her whatever he wanted. He had every right too. His father owned her for God’s sake. And when he was finished with her, he’d send her back.

Her stomach sank at the thought of returning to the Plantation. Back to the other Breeder Slaves who would laugh at her, taunt her for getting caught. Back to the rowdy Romero brothers who would fuck her endlessly just like they did the other Breeder Slaves.

She had better do what Jacob wanted. She had to keep him happy. Satisfied. Hopefully he would keep his word and let her go.

The door to room 13 swung inward, and Hannah stepped inside. Quickly, she scanned the room for an escape route. A bathroom was nestled in the back corner.

A bathroom always contained a window. She’d wait until he slept and pretend she was going to the bathroom and climb out the window.

“Cozy little room,” he said from behind her and flicked on the lights.

“Perfect.” She managed a weak smile as she spied the cozy double bed in the middle of the room. A pretty pink comforter covered it. On the wall above the bed hung a giant heart shaped picture frame depicting a man and a woman holding hands as they walked through a dandelion strewn meadow.

Freedom screamed out of the picture, and Hannah found herself tensing up with anxiety again.

If Jacob hadn’t come when he had, she’d be on the boat to freedom now.

Yet if he hadn’t come, she would never have seen him again.

Sadness tugged at her heart. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the thought of never seeing Jacob again or of losing her freedom.

“You sure you’re not hungry?”

“Food is the last thing on my mind,” Hannah replied.

He scowled.

He’d been frowning since he’d finished doing her on the beach. Was he sorry for pleasuring her? Or was it because he didn’t know if he should let her go?

Hannah inhaled softly as she remembered the old Jacob.

Before he’d left to be a Hitman, he’d always had a smile on his face for her. She wondered what had happened to him. Wondered what kinds of things he’d had to do as a Hitman.

Her heart wrenched at the self-conscious way he thrust his hand through his silky brown hair.

“Listen, what I said in the hotel lobby…about sending you back to the Breeding Plantation. I just didn’t want you causing a scene.”

Relief soared through her at his softly spoken words.

“If you have to go to the bathroom, go now. Leave the door open.”

“So you can watch? I don’t think so.”

“Leave the door open or don’t go. I won’t watch.”

“I don’t have to go.”

“Lie down on the bed then.”

“What?”

“Lie down.”

Oh God, he was going to start now.

Shakily, Hannah went over to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom and sat on the lumpy mattress.

He watched her as she lay down, then he crawled onto the bed beside her.

He was a big man. A muscular man. Definitely not that gangly eighteen year old she’d innocently flirted with before he’d abruptly left for school.

If they’d been two other people . . . met in some other way, they might have had a chance at something special.

“Just relax, Hannah. You’re safe. For now.”

Hannah’s heart began to pound with anxiety.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He ignored her question. “Give me your hand.”

“What?”

“Either give me your hand, or I’ll have to slap on the cuffs.”

She held out her hand, and he laced his fingers intimately with hers, holding her tight.

The warmth from his hands sunk deep into her flesh, branding her. Making her come alive with those lovely sensations she just wasn’t used to.

With his other hand he reached out and flicked off the lamp on the night table. The room plunged into darkness.

Immediately his rich masculine scent swarmed all over her, resurrecting the memories of today. Making her remember the crisp feel of his chest hairs beneath her fingertips as she’d pinched his pebble-hard nipples. The hot satiny feel of his skin and the underlying rigid stomach muscles.

His sexy scent had been her aphrodisiac, urging her on. The electricity springing up through her body as she’d touched his skin had made her fingers boldly wrap around the hot flesh of his thick penis.

The pulsing heat and power throbbing against her fingers had been awesome. Heat had flooded throughout her body. Thick and hot. Most of it settling low in her belly. Leaving her body and her senses blazing with uncontrollable want.

She’d wanted his hot body pinning her against the cold metal of his car. Wanted to feel the thick power of his fiery erection deep inside her as he slammed into her cunt in a desperate effort to put out the erotic ache he’d created between her legs.

“Why did you run, Hannah?” His rough voice broke her from her thoughts.

She blinked wildly into the darkness. The unexpected question stunned her. It made her remember the last night she’d been with Simon. Made her remember the helplessness enveloping her when he’d told her she was going to her first Breeding Ceremony the next morning. Desperation had flooded her at the thought of so many men being set loose upon her.

She remembered the endless complaints from the other Breeder Slave women when they’d gone through their own first Ceremony. How tired and sore they’d been trying to accommodate so many men. How happy they’d been to learn they were finally pregnant and would have some months of peace and quiet. But that still hadn’t stopped the men from coming to them. It had slowed some of them down, but after the baby was born it would start all over again.

“I don’t want to be a Breeder Slave,” she blurted out.

“My father purchased you for that purpose. You’re his property. He can do with you what he pleases.”

“No man owns me.”

She flinched as his fingers tightened around hers.

“Who the hell taught you this crap? You’re mother?”

“She taught me plenty before she died. Every time she gave birth and was forced to give a child away to strangers, it broke her heart. Every time the men hounded her before and after she became pregnant, it made her sad. Life without love, she said, was not a life worth living. Before she died she made me promise to get away before I became designated a slave too. She made me realize I don’t have to go through hell just because some man bought me.”

Beside her Jacob sighed heavily. “You’ve embarrassed the family. They’re very upset.”

“I’m sorry for their pain.” She truly was. The Romero’s had been kind to her.

Jacob’s father had taught her some pleasures of lovemaking. He’d been gentle with her. Brought her to climax many times with his fingers and a dildo, but she wanted more out of life. She wanted to experience the rumors of being in a monogamous relationship.

She wanted a man’s love, not just sex.

She wanted her freedom.

Jacob didn’t say anything, but his fingers loosened their grip ever so slightly around hers. Despite her best efforts to stop it, the intimate gesture sparked more arousal to course through her veins.

“Go to sleep, Hannah,” he said wearily.

Reluctantly, Hannah closed her eyes.

Today’s meadow adventure came swiftly to mind. She remembered the intimate way his thick arousal had pressed desperately against the apex of her legs while she’d kissed him.

She’d never been sexually aggressive in her life. Not until today in the meadow with Jacob.

Now that she’d crossed the line, she wasn’t sure if she could stop herself from doing it again.

* * * *

Jacob opened his eyes to find Hannah standing in the semi-darkness beside the bed looking down at him. Her hands cupped her naked breasts, and she held them out to him in a blatant offer.

Carnal thoughts speared through his brain at the sensual sight.

His breathing quickened. His cock hardened into a searing band of molten steel.

“What are you doing, Hannah?” he managed to croak.

“Giving us what we both want.”

“You don’t have to do this, Hannah. Not for me.”

“I want you. I want your mouth all over me. I want you inside me.”

She pressed her silky breasts closer to his face. They heaved gently with every breath. They tempted him like he’d never been tempted before.

His mouth watered as his gaze zeroed in on her large nipples.

Have mercy. How the hell could he resist such a delicious offer?

He licked his lips in anticipation and leaned forward, placing a teasing kiss at the tip of one plump nipple. It was a tight bud. A delicious blossom of warmth.

She moaned erotically.

He smiled and drew the lush nipple into his mouth. Her flesh tasted like sweet nectar and sex.

His tongue teased the tight bud, and she whimpered.

“Make love to me, Jacob. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh my dear Hannah. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

She moaned again. It was an animalistic sound.

Too wild. Not at all what Hannah had sounded like when he’d seduced her cunt on the beach or when they’d kissed in the meadow.

A tinge of alarm zipped up his spine, and he stopped suckling.

The moans continued.

What the hell?

Jacob opened his eyes and blinked wildly at the harsh noises drifting through the darkness.

A dream!

Orienting himself, he quickly discovered the sounds weren’t coming from Hannah but from the adjoining motel room.

Bed springs squeaked. A man groaned. The woman’s harsh moans continued.

Shit!

His cock pulsed at the sounds. Pulsed and tightened into one hell of an aching rod.

He was about to pound on the wall to tell the lovers to quieten down when he realized Hannah was awake beside him.

In the darkness he couldn’t see her, but her breathing was shallow, her warm fingers wrapped tightly around his.

“I guess you hear the festivities next door,” he whispered.

Her slight inhalation sounded so sexy he wanted to rip her clothes off and plunge himself deep inside her making her cry out with desire.

She didn’t say anything for a long time as they both listened to the mating sounds from the couple.

Finally she spoke, “Why didn’t you fuck me in the meadow or on the beach and then take me directly back to the Plantation?”

“I’ll take you back if you want me to,” he lied.

He could never take her back. She wasn’t welcome there anymore.

“Is that what you want me to do? To go back? So any man who wants me can have me? Do you think it’s right that I don’t even have a say in my own destiny? In the past all women were free to do whatever they wanted.”

“It’s illegal to speak of the past, Hannah.”

“Who’s going to hear us? Certainly not the couple next door.”

The woman’s wild moans ripped through the air making Jacob’s shaft grow even harder.

“Why did you tell Simon you wanted to participate in my Breeding Ceremony?”

Shit!

“Go back to sleep, Hannah.”

“Is that the only way you can get laid? Fucking women during the Breeding Ceremonies?”

“You make it sound so horrible.”

“Isn’t it?”

“It’s the way it is now, Hannah. You know that. Having slaves is the best way to insure a working couple doesn’t take time off work to have the kids they want.”

“How convenient for them,” Hannah snapped.

“Christ, Hannah! You’re the first Breeder Slave to run from my father’s plantation in thirty years, did you know that? I always figured our Slaves were happy with their lot in life.”

“And that’s why so many of them escape from other plantations? That’s why there’s so many Hitmen and Hitgals employed? Because the slaves enjoy their lot in life?”

He could hear the bitterness pouring out of her voice. He wasn’t surprised. It was a familiar story. He’d heard it many times from other runners just before he’d pulled the trigger and put a bullet through their brains.

Jacob’s stomach heaved at the thought of all the people he’d killed in the name of duty. Killed simply because their owners wanted them dead and the Slaves wanted their freedom. And because he himself was a weak son of a bitch who couldn’t go up against the Association and tell them he didn’t want anything to do with being a Hitman.

Instead, he’d just gone along with the hand dealt to him. Went along with his own lot in life.

Hell, he didn’t deserve to think about having happiness in his life. Didn’t deserve to have Hannah lying here on the bed beside him.

The moans from the couple next door grew frenzied, louder.

In response, Hannah tried to jerk her hand away from his grasp.

He wouldn’t let her go.

She sighed in frustration.

“I’m sorry about what happened today in the meadow,” he whispered, trying to calm her down.

“You said you wanted me, earlier on the beach. Why’d you back off?”

“Because you don’t want me,” he admitted.

She remained silent for a long time after that. Secretly he’d hoped she would whisper again that she’d wanted him in the past. That she still wanted him.

“Yet you forced me to come with you, even when you know I don’t want to have sex with you. Why?”

How the hell did he answer that one? Should he tell her the truth? Tell her he’d fallen in love with her the moment he’d seen her climb out of his father’s truck after he’d brought her to the Plantation? If he told her that, she’d laugh her bloody head off.

“I haven’t had sex with a woman in a long time.”

Shit, where did that come from?

“And I just happened to be the first woman you’ve come across that you’ve wanted to fuck in a long time?”

“Something like that.”

She gave a strange little chuckle. “You’re just like all the other men.”

All the other men?

Anger erupted inside him. Anger at the thought of how close she’d come to being passed around to all his brothers and numerous other men.

“They see a woman’s naked body, and they begin to fantasize. Some of them can’t even wait until the Ceremonies before they force themselves on a Slave.”

“Did a man force himself on you? Did my father force himself?”

“Your father owned me, Jacob. I didn’t have much choice in the matter of entertaining him. But I enjoyed the sex training he put me through.”

Strangely enough there was no bitterness in her voice. But if she’d said it to wound him, it worked. Nauseau crawled in his guts at the thought of his father and Hannah together.

Beside him, Hannah wiggled around. A moment later, her sweet breath cascaded over his face. He could almost see her silhouette in the darkness. Her face mere inches from his.

“I think you’re one of those men who fantasize and don’t do anything about it, Jacob. I think you’ve been fantasizing about me for a long time, haven’t you? I remember how you used to look at me. How friendly you were to me. How different you were with me than you were with the other Breeder Slaves. You didn’t seem to mind fucking them. But you always kept your distance from me. Back then I thought you didn’t want me. But now you say you do. But you’ve changed, Jacob. Not for the better. What happened to you? Why are your eyes so cold?”

Jacob tensed at her questions.

“What did they do to you in that Hit school?”

“Let it be, Hannah,” he warned.

She inhaled a breath and then wiggled away from him.

“I don’t think you’re planning on ever taking me back to the Plantation, Jacob. Am I right?”

“Be quiet and go to sleep, Hannah.”

“I’ll be quiet if you tell me the truth. Why are we here? Why aren’t we heading back to the Plantation?”

“Because you can’t go back there, Hannah. I’ve been sent here to kill you.”

* * * *

Chapter Four

Her shocked inhalation made him wince. Made him realize she really had no idea how badly she’d hurt the family by running away.

“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered.

“You even have to ask?”

He could hear her breathing deepen in the darkness. And he could hear something else too. Something besides the erotic moans from the couple next door.

It was a quiet rattling noise that raised the fine hairs on the back of his neck.

Someone was wiggling the doorknob.

For a few breath-taking seconds he lay frozen as a hot slice of betrayal slammed into his guts.

Son of a bitch!

His best friend, Tool, must have alerted the Association about his request and turned the tracking device back onto his car. They must have sent someone to check on him.

If they found Hannah here with him, they’d kill her on the spot.

Trying hard to ignore the raging panic grabbing hold of his senses, Jacob slid the car keys out of his front pants pocket.

“Hannah. Take the keys, climb out the back window, get to the car, and get the hell out of here,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Someone’s found us.”

“What do you mean?” Panic etched her voice. She didn’t move.

Tugging on her hand, he pulled her across the bed with him, making her stand up beside him. Slapping the keys into her palm, he slid the gun from his holster.

He kept his voice low as he spoke. “Once you’re in the car, I want you to get out of here as casually as you can. Ditch the car the first chance you get. There’s a tracker on it. Now, go. Get out of here.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. Just go.”

She didn’t move.

Impatience ripped through Jacob, and he shoved her roughly toward the bathroom. Quietly, he slid the window open and looked outside.

A blue glaze from the moon drenched the yard, and he had no trouble scanning the emptiness of the motel’s yard.

He saw no movement.

When he turned around he saw the fear reflected in her moonlit eyes, and it just about broke his heart. He wished he could give her a good-bye kiss, but there wasn’t any time.

“Stay to the right. And whatever happens, don’t come back.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Go,” he whispered.

She hesitated just long enough to piss him off. Grabbing her by her waist, he hoisted her to the windowsill and practically shoved her outside.

Then he rushed back into the bedroom and headed for the front door.

* * * *

Hannah held her breath as she eased her way through the moonlit yard to the side of the hotel. Her heart thundered in her ears as she stumbled through the tall weeds that lined a cracked sidewalk.

At the same time her mind tumbled in confusion.

Why was Jacob so afraid? Why had he shoved her out the back window? Why had he told her to get in the car and leave him and not come back?

It didn’t make sense. He was a Hitman. He was supposed to be with her. But then again, he said he was supposed to have killed her.

She peeked around to the front of the hotel. Aside from the dim lamps shining onto the parking lot, she didn’t see anyone.

Perhaps no one had tried to break in? Maybe Jacob had overreacted?

Maybe she should just get her ass in gear and get into the car and make her escape.

Fiddling with the car keys, she picked out the one she hoped would unlock the door then walked toward Jacob’s car where he’d left it parked near the lobby.

Thankfully the car sat only about ten feet away from her, but it seemed like it was an eternity away.

From the opposite end of the hotel where their room was located she heard the sound of two men talking.

Hannah paused at the driver’s side of the car and strained her ears in an effort to listen.

“You know it’s against policy to have them turn off the tracking devices, Romero,” a gruff voice echoed from the open doorway of their room.

“Just wanted some time off to spend with a beautiful woman, Sawblade. I cleared it with Tool, came Jacob’s casual reply.

“So where is this beautiful woman?” the man named Sawblade asked.

Hannah inserted the key into the car door slot. The door purred open.

She was about to get in when a man’s shout from behind her made her freeze. She didn’t dare stop. But her back tingled as she imagined a bullet ripping into her, effectively ending her quest for freedom.

From behind her, hurried footsteps approached.

She dropped into the driver’s seat, slid the key into the ignition, and started the car.

Before she could put the car into drive, a gun kissed the window mere inches from her face.

Hannah clamped down the urge to scream.

“Get out of the car, Hannah,” the stranger said roughly. God! He knew her name. Knew she was a runner.

Her pulse exploded as he tapped the gun on her window.

“Now!”

Oh God!

“C’mon runner. Get out of the car. I’ve got big plans for you.” The leery grin and the way he tugged at the protruding bulge between his legs informed Hannah exactly what he had in mind for her.

Suddenly the man whirled around, and Hannah glimpsed Jacob a few feet away. His gun was drawn on the stranger.

“She’s leaving, Sawblade,” Jacob said coldly.

“You’re letting your hit go?” Disbelief marred the Hitman’s face.

“Get the hell out of here, Hannah!” Jacob yelled at her.

Before Hannah knew what was happening, gunshots rang through the air.

Without hesitation, she slammed her foot onto the accelerator. The car ploughed backward and smashed into another parked car, jarring her forward like a rag doll.

Gathering her senses, she whipped the car into drive. In front of her, Jacob had taken cover behind another parked car, and both men were firing upon each other.

Hannah’s heart lodged in her throat when she spotted a dark patch on Jacob’s upper left thigh.

Oh my God! He’s been hit!

Without thinking, Hannah whipped the car into the parking spot beside Jacob and flung open the passenger door.

He dove in.

Within a split second, she had the car in reverse and flew out of the parking lot.

Hannah screamed, and Jacob cursed as the entire back window exploded sending a shower of glass over them.

A glance into the rear-view mirror showed the Hitman bending over, clutching his belly and gasping for air as he watched them leave.

Then he turned around and limped over to a nearby car, waving at the startled people who had now appeared at their hotel doors.

“Shit! He’s coming after us!” Hannah cried.

She watched as the Hitman climbed into a car. The red taillights flicked on.

“He’s coming!”

“He’s not,” Jacob said through deep gasps. His voice was way too casual under the circumstances.

Panic built inside Hannah as she spied the Hitman’s car pulling out of the parking lot.

“Oh God! He’s coming.”

Suddenly the car in the rearview mirror stopped.

Jacob winked at her. “I plugged a couple of bullets into his tires.”

“You were that sure I’d come back for you?” She found herself asking as the full impact of what he’d done to the Hitman’s tires settled in.

He grinned in answer, and her entire body lurched with pleasure. The feeling was short lived when he winced and leaned his head back against the seat. Her heart stopped at the sight of blood soaking his upper thigh.

“I’ll stop a few miles up ahead and check on the bullet wound.”

“It’s just a flesh wound. Keep going. We have to ditch this car somewhere. We have to hide. Sawblade will report what happened here. We’re both on the hit list now.”

Sweet mercy, Jacob had put his life on the line for her. What in the world had he been thinking?

“I know where we can hide.” Even as the words tumbled out of her mouth she didn’t know if she could risk taking Jacob there. Had he heard the rumors of the deserted mansion? Of how it was a contact point for runaway Breeder Slaves?

“It’s okay. I know where. I’ve been watching you since you hit that deserted mansion two weeks ago.”

“What?”

“I watched you go skinny dipping every morning in the ocean and the other things you did.”

A strange thrill cascaded through her body at the thought of him watching her.

“I could have taken you anytime. I could have killed you....” He sighed and closed his eyes.

“Why didn’t you?” She found herself asking.

Sadness twisted his lips, and he closed his eyes. “I will take you, Hannah. When the time is right, I will make love to you like a man makes love to his woman.”

Oh sweet heavens!

“I told you I belong to no man.” The words didn’t ring true even to her own ears.

“When the time is right you will be mine, Hannah. In every way possible. That’s a promise.”

The confidence in his voice left little doubt he would follow through with his promise.

To Hannah’s surprise, she couldn’t wait for that pledge to come true.

* * * *

Jacob must have drifted off.

Subconsciously he realized that fact and came awake with one hell of a jolt. With the wakefulness came the intense pain in his upper thigh and a hot fever burning throughout his body.

It was still dark outside, but through the car window he could see the dim gray streak of dawn brightening the eastern horizon.

“Who’s Tool?” she asked as she peered over at him.

Jacob blinked in puzzlement. He didn’t remember mentioning his friend, Tool, to her.

When he didn’t respond, she explained, “You were saying his name in your sleep.”

The ache of betrayal bit deep into his belly.

“Who is he? Another Hitman.”

“He was monitoring the tracking devices on our cars, making sure the Association knows our every move. I asked him to turn off the tracker on my car until I could get you somewhere safe. He said he’d do it. I thought I could trust him.”

“Personal experience has shown me not to trust anyone,” Hannah said.

“Not even me?

“Not even you,” she whispered

Ouch.

“You must have trusted me at some point. You came back for me at the hotel when Sawblade had me cornered.”

She frowned and didn’t say anything.

“Just don’t do anything stupid like that again,” he warned.

“With a thanks like that, don’t expect me to.”

Despite the throbbing pain in his thigh, Jacob couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“You’re very pretty when you’re mad, Hannah. I can’t wait to see your face wrenched with pure pleasure when I’m thrusting deep inside you.”

Her surprised gasp made him smile. He settled back against the passenger seat of his car. Satisfaction knawed at his bones.

She hadn’t protested what he’d just said. Was she warming up to the idea of him making love to her? If so, it was a damn good incentive to get himself better in one hell of a hurry.

* * * *

The first thing Jacob noticed the next time he woke up was that his body wasn’t on fire any more. And to his shock, he wasn’t in the car anymore.

Instead, he lay on a somewhat lumpy bed in the cozy attic room of the abandoned mansion Hannah had sequestered herself while she’d stayed here.

He knew where he was because he’d stolen into this very room while she’d slept. He’d sat beside the bed watching her naked breasts rise and fall in the moonlight. Hungered for a taste of the sweetness she harbored between her legs. Wondered what she would do if she suddenly opened her eyes and saw him gazing upon her nakedness.

But she was a heavy sleeper. A woman who enjoyed sleeping in the nude, occasionally kicking off her blankets and giving him one hell of an eyeful of her beautiful body.

Jacob’s shaft hardened at the memory.

The movement of his erection against the blanket covering him caught his attention. His gaze traveled over his healthy bulge, and he found himself looking toward the foot of the bed.

Two feet of space separated the bed from the south wall and the large octagonal window. Frilly yellow curtains hung at the sides of the half open window allowing sunshine and warm salty air to spill inside.

To add charm to the rustic white painted room, a bouquet of fresh looking yellow buttercups had been stuffed into a dented tin teapot set on the nearby wooden crate.

The roar of the pounding ocean surf drifted into the open window. It barely drowned out the squeaky sound from the rusty windmill perched on the nearby hill.

Other than that, silence permeated the air. It created a bad feeling inside Jacob.

Where was Hannah? Had she left him here? Abandoned him? Taken his father’s stolen car? Made a mad dash for the border on her own?

He frowned. He hoped she hadn’t run again. If his father had discovered the car she’d taken from the barn, she wouldn’t have a chance. She’d be caught. The men at Border Patrol would take her into a backroom, do with her whatever they wanted to, and then simply kill her. Or if she wasn’t lucky, they’d sell her on the black market as a Breeder Slave.

Jacob shuddered at that thought. He’d heard stories about the runaway Breeder Slaves who were unfortunate enough to get sold onto the black-market. Those slaves didn’t get access to medical supplies during birthing or given the sexual disease shots all legal breeder slaves were required to get.

He clenched his jaws in frustration. He wished he knew where she was. He wished he could climb out of bed and go looking for her.

But he was so weary. Tired from the loss of blood. Heck he couldn’t even lift his hand to scratch the odd little itch on his nose.

Shit! He hated feeling so useless.

He tensed at the hollow sound of an approaching car engine and reached for the gun he kept in his shoulder holster.

Panic gripped him when he realized he wasn’t wearing it.

Or any clothes!

He was a sitting duck lying here. Defenseless. Totally useless.

His frantic gaze searched the room, and he spotted his gun and holster hanging on a peg just inside the open doorway.

He tried to shift his body, tried to get out of bed, but he couldn’t move a damn muscle.

He heard the car door slam. And then a moment later a second door slammed.

His stomach sank.

There were two of them.

Had they followed Hannah here? Had she left his Hit car outside in plain sight? If she had, the tracking device would lead them directly to the mansion.

No, he’d already warned her about the device. She was smarter than that. She wouldn’t put herself in such danger.

His blood ran cold in his veins at the next thought. Maybe she’d been caught and turned him in so she could get a better deal. She was so damned innocent. She could spill her guts all over the place, and they wouldn’t treat her any better.

She was a Breeder Slave, for god’s sake. She had no rights. Didn’t she understand that?

Jacob swallowed the tight knot of fear as he heard someone stomp onto the back porch of the mansion two floors down. His heart picked up speed as he heard one set of footsteps climb up the stairs toward the attic.

Toward him!

He’d heard two car doors slam. Was the other person waiting outside?

A floorboard creaked near the top of the stairs.

The urge to lift the blankets over his head and lie as stiff as a corpse was so great he wished he could do it, but his arms were like lead weights.

A flicker of movement in the doorway made the breath in his lungs tighten painfully.

Suddenly, someone stuck their head inside, and Jacob just about shit.

“Hannah,” he said softly.

Hannah smiled and walked into the room.

“Glad to see you’re awake.”

“Where the hell where you?”

“Sweet greetings to you too.” She smiled cheerfully and placed a cool hand on his forehead.

A whiff of her sexy fresh scent drifted into his nostrils, making him very aware of her.

“Where have you been, Hannah?”

“Grocery shopping.”

“Are you crazy? You’ve compromised this place.”

She frowned. “No one followed me.”

“Now you’re suddenly an expert on being followed? You didn’t even see me watching you for two weeks.”

A teasing glint ripped through her eyes, and she asked softly, “Did you like what you saw?”

“I wouldn’t be here lying in your bed if I didn’t, Hannah,” he whispered.

He didn’t miss the visible tremor of anticipation zip through her body at his words.

She swallowed and said cheerfully, “Well, obviously you’re on the mend. You’re fever is gone and....” Before he could stop her, she lifted the blanket covering his wounded thigh. Tucking the softness of the cloth close to his suddenly semi-aroused shaft, she thankfully draped his erection, keeping it hidden from her view. He had no doubt her eyes would widen with surprise if she saw the full extent of how much he truly desired her.

Cool air drifted against his thigh as she slowly peeled away the white patch covering his bullet wound.

“I must admit I make a pretty good doctor, don’t you think?” she asked as she probed gently around the ragged edges of the hole.

“A pretty sexy doctor,” he found himself muttering.

“Definitely on the mend,” she chirped sweetly.

And then he remembered that she wasn’t alone.

“Who’s with you?”

“No one.”

“I heard two car doors slam.”

“Mercy! Aren’t you the paranoid one? I had groceries in the back seat.”

“You didn’t use my car, did you? I told you....”

“It’s at the bottom of the ocean about twenty miles up the coast. I took care of the tracking device before giving it the final farewell.”

“Thank God,” he sighed.

“I’m a little more resourceful than you seem to think I am. I towed your car using my car . . . I mean your father’s car…and sent yours over the cliff. Then I went to town and bought some groceries.”

“Anyone recognize you?”

“Would I be here if they had?” she said as she reached for an antique bottle containing some yellowy liquid set on the nearby crate. She squeezed the gooey fluid onto a fresh bandage.

“I put on a wig that I found in an old chest in the basement. Wore a pair of sunglasses and acted natural. No one gave me a second look.”

“I’m sure the men noticed you,” Jacob mumbled.

She winked at him. “I don’t think men would be interested in a gray haired old woman wearing black clothing and hobbling around with a cane.”

“I’d recognize you wearing anything…or nothing.”

“Well obviously you are in no position to find out how I look wearing anything,” she teased.

Jacob inhaled as she placed the cool ointment riddled bandage onto his burning thigh. He shouldn’t have done that, inhaled that is.

He could smell her again. A delicate scent of perfumed soap. It made him remember the mornings he’d watched her bathe in the ocean. The familiar need, sharp and deep wrenched through his shaft, hardening him even more.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me, Hannah.” Unless he lost her.

“I’m glad to hear that because this might be a little uncomfortable.” She ripped off some tape strips from a tape roll and pressed them tightly over the bandage and onto his flesh.

He couldn’t stop himself from wincing at the tender pain around his wound or prevent his body from reacting to her deliciously fresh scent.

Boy! If he weren’t so damn weak, he’d be taking her into his arms right now.

“There. How does that feel?”

“As long as you keep your hand there, it’ll feel good.”

To his surprise, she did keep her fingers pressed gently against his flesh. She peered curiously at him.

“Why did you put your life in jeopardy by telling the other Hitman you were letting me go?”

Jacob shrugged.

Hannah sighed in frustration and shook her head.

“Your picture is plastered all over the newspapers y’know.

“Already?”

“We’ve been here for three days, Jacob.”

“What?”

“You had a bad fever, and I didn’t know if....” Her eyes closed, and she visibly shuddered.

“You care if I die?”

Her eyes popped open. The sight of tears glistening in her green eyes stunned him.

“You saved my life. I owe you.”

Of course. He understood now. She had only saved his life because he’d saved hers back at the hotel. She felt nothing but gratitude toward him. He’d been stupid to think otherwise.

“I guess we’re even then,” Jacob said dully.

She nodded and pulled her hand off his thigh.

“I’ll go make you something to eat. It’ll give you strength. Before you know it you’ll be out of bed.”

“I’d rather stay in bed . . . with you.”

She laughed. “You’re definitely on the mend, Jacob. But you’ll have to get out of bed in order to catch me.”

Having said that, Hannah danced out the doorway blowing him kisses as she went.

“You better make it a good meal, Hannah!” he called to her retreating figure, “Because when I catch you I won’t be letting you go.”

“Promises. Promises.”

Jacob’s heart melted at the sound of her laughter as she descended the stairs.

Cripes!

She was going to make him explode with want. He’d better hurry up and get better because if the steely hardness of his aching shaft was any indication, he’d be needing it to change her attitude from laughter into excruciating cries of pure passion.

* * * *

Chapter Five

It was late that evening when Hannah decided she would look in on Jacob one more time before turning in for the night. A good thing too because she caught him red-handed trying to wiggle his way out of bed.

“Oh, no you don’t!” she shouted as she rushed over and pushed him back down against the pillows. “Do you want to reopen that bullet wound?”

“I need to get out of bed, Hannah. All this lying around is killing me.” He sighed heavily and plopped his head back against the headboard with a dull thud.

“You can’t get up until at least tomorrow morning. Until then, you’re my prisoner, and you’ll do as I say.”

His frown turned into a teasing grin.

“Your prisoner? I like the thought of you doing whatever you want to me.”

Hannah couldn’t stop the warmth from cascading into her cheeks.

“By the way your face is flushing I think you like the idea too.”

She knew she should say something or at the very least deny that the thought of him being at her mercy excited her. For the life of her she couldn’t acknowledge it out loud. If she did, she’d have to admit to herself she had sincere sexual feelings for him too. The next natural step would be to give him her body and ultimately her heart.

And she wasn’t prepared to do that.

She wanted her freedom, and she couldn’t have it with Jacob.

Or could she?

Was there a possibility they could be together? He was now on the run, like she was. Both had hits on their heads. Both needed to get out of the country.

Oh God, dare she hope that they could have a future together?

“Hello? Hannah?”

Startled out of her daydream, Hannah looked up to find him staring right into her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said softly.

“You didn’t. I only want what’s best for you. And right now that means you staying in bed.”

Hannah swallowed tightly as he studied her. That gentleness she remembered from years ago was now reflected in his blue eyes. It gave her a warm feeling. A feeling she really liked.

“What’s best for me is to get out of this bed and get you somewhere safe.”

Once again he struggled to get into a seated position.

Despair ripped through her. It was too early for him to get out of bed. What she needed was a distraction.

“Wait! How about I give you a massage?”

That did the trick. He stopped struggling.

The pout he’d been favoring vanished. The corners of his sensual mouth lifted into a sexy grin.

Her heart fluttered.

Did he remember? Did he remember how she’d poured the yarrow healing oil onto various parts of his body while he’d slept? Did he remember how in his delirious state he’d reacted to her touch?

“A massage does sound appetizing.”

Hannah detected the lust in his voice. Her nerve endings zipped with excitement. The thought of touching Jacob’s flesh while he was fully awake and aware made her breath back up in her lungs.

“Unless you’re afraid of me?”

Oh but she was. Afraid of how her body reacted every time she looked at him. Afraid of the way her breasts swelled and throbbed with the need of his touch every time his eyes brushed across them. Afraid of the way her cunt muscles quivered with a hungry ache when she envisioned how his thickness would stretch her vaginal muscles as he plunged inside her.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she found herself whispering.

“Then let’s get down to business.” He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “You can start on my legs. They need a good rub down.”

To her surprise, he stuck out a very large, very bare foot from under the covers and wiggled his long toes at her.

“Don’t you think my toes are cute?”

Hannah laughed, some of the tension easing away from her.

With suddenly trembling fingers, she lifted the bottle containing her yarrow healing oil from the crate where she kept it beside the vase of buttercups she’d picked early this morning.

She walked to the foot of his bed.

Jacob’s fierce gaze followed her every move as she pulled away the blankets, revealing his long muscular legs. Bunching the covers just above the bullet wound, she held her breath and gazed at the leg muscles she’d become intimate with while she’d kept him drugged with her herbal teas. Drugged in an effort to allow his wound to heal. Or maybe she’d kept him doped up because she wasn’t yet prepared to allow his promise of making her his own come true?

“They’re only legs. They won’t bite you,” he teased.

The man was maddening. Didn’t he know how lethal his legs really were?

She could still remember the silky heat of his muscular thighs as he’d straddled each side of her hips intimately when they’d fallen on the beach after he’d chased her.

Mercy it suddenly seemed warm in here.

“Why don’t you sit between my legs?”

Hannah blinked at his boldness. “What?””

“Sit between my legs. It’ll be easier for you to have access to whatever you want . . . or need.”

Was that humor in his voice? Was that dangerous desire glittering in those dark green eyes?

“It’s only a massage,” he teased.

Of course it was only a massage. What in the world had she been thinking? Silly thoughts, that’s what.

The man was as weak as a babe for heaven’s sake. All she was doing was trying to distract him for a while with an innocent massage.

Despite telling herself this was all innocent, Hannah’s mouth suddenly seemed too dry as she climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged between his widespread legs.

Avoiding his intense gaze, she poured some oil into the palm of her hand.

She began working on his luscious toes, massaging one strong member after another, and then she graduated to one extremely large foot and then the other.

“Hannah, you are heaven sent.” His eyes fluttered closed.

Hannah’s oil slicked fingers slid easily over his hot skin and sunk deep into the bands of firm muscles lining his calves. She caressed his kneecaps and massaged the tight knots riddling his lower thighs.

Jacob said nothing. His eyes stayed shut, his body in a seemingly relaxed state.

Good.

Relaxed was just the way she needed him. It would keep his teasing words at bay and his sexy gaze from unraveling her.

When she neared the bandaged area on his upper thigh, he flinched, and she backed off.

“Please, don’t stop,” he groaned.

“But it hurts.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” A sweet smile lifted his sensuous lips.

Slowly Hannah peeled away the tape covering the wound. “Looks good. No sign of infection. It’s healing nicely.”

She poured more healing oil onto her palm and began massaging the surrounding tender muscles, smiling at the way the tips of his lips grimaced.

She inched higher and suddenly stopped when she realized the blankets had somehow moved up in such a way that his massive arousal partially peeked out at her.

Hannah gulped at the pleasing sight.

Heavens! No wonder he’d been quiet. He’d been thoroughly enjoying her touch!

“Hannah.” She heard the tortured need for release in his voice.

She looked up to see his gaze centered on her mouth, his blue eyes dark with savage lust. The seductive look made her body burn with fire. Made her breathing go ragged. Her heart pound with anticipation.

She almost cried out at the shivers of excitement ripping through her limbs when he lifted the blanket, giving her full view of his unbelievably thick shaft. If she thought he was monstrous while she’d explored his body as he’d lain helpless in a delirious state, he was massive now.

Her pulses pounded, and her mouth watered at the delicious site. His thick bulging shaft stood straight up like a steel rod, the thick head purple with want.

It was a seductive invitation. One she couldn’t refuse.

“I’ll have to be very careful not to reopen the wound when I massage there.” She hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud. The pleasing smile on his face told her she had.

Eagerness roared through her body, and she poured more oil onto her palms. Lowering her hands over his unbelievably tight testicles, he groaned as she squeezed gently.

“Breath deeply,” she whispered, saying it more to herself than to him.

She began to massage his hot flesh. His cock grew visibly harder. Veins pulsed on both sides of his shaft. The head bulged and begged for her attention, but Hannah avoided the area in question. There were other areas to attend to before coming to rest on her big prize.

Her hands left his testicles. She smoothed her fingers over his pubic bone, rubbing and kneading until his breathing deepened and grew hoarse.

Maintaining eye contact with him, she poured a small quantity of oil onto his shaft. Placing her right hand at the base, Hannah squeezed gently, smiling at Jacob’s low growl of approval.

Pulling up, she slid her hand off, immediately replacing her left hand at the base of his penis, doing the same. Pulling up and sliding off. Right hand. Left hand. Varying the pressure, she took her time and continued to whisper at him to breath deeply.

Then Hannah changed her strategy.

Squeezing the thick head of his silk encased penis as if it were an orange and she were putting it through a fruit squeezer, she then slid her right hand down his entire shaft and off, alternating left and right.

“You do it better than any other woman, Hannah,” he murmured.

A wave of jealousy zipped through her when she remembered Jacob had been with many other women and she was probably just another notch in his belt.

What she wouldn’t do to try and find out his true feelings about her.

An idea came swiftly to mind, and she couldn’t help but smile inwardly. The Breeder Slaves knew of an ancient technique they sometimes used on males whom they had feelings for or on the males who seemed genuinely interested in the Slaves as a person and not just a cunt.

She’d never had the occasion to use the technique, but she remembered the instructions very well. If she did this right, she’d have Jacob revealing how he truly felt about her.

Trying hard not to get overly excited at what she was about to do, Hannah leisurely moved away from his aroused shaft and dipped a finger to the area below his once again tight testicles.

Kneading her finger gingerly along the perineum toward his anus she soon located what she was looking for.

“Breathe deep and slow while I tend to your Sacred Spot.”

“Sacred Spot?” Confusion etched his husky voice.

“This area here,” she said as she pressed against a tiny pea-shaped hollow halfway between his anus and his scrotum. “It may feel uncomfortable at first, but give me a little time, and I’ll have you feeling very nice.”

“I already feel very nice.” He grinned, and his gaze traveled to his erect penis. Hannah savored the sensations that coursed through her cunt at the thought of how powerful his thrusts might be.

Gently she pressed against the slight indentation.

It felt hard. Tight. Tense.

Jacob squirmed against her delicate pressure, but Hannah didn’t let go.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“A pressure. Deep inside. It’s uncomfortable like you said.”

Hannah detected the anguish in his voice, the sparkles of pain in his blue eyes. Despite his distress, she kept on the pressure.

“My mother and the other Breeder Slaves used to whisper about this area on a man’s body. The Sacred Spot stems from an ancient ritual, a lost science from our ancestors. By massaging the Sacred Spot, a man’s body may be able to relax in a way he’s never relaxed before, allowing certain emotions to come to the forefront, ultimately granting him great physical and emotional release. It’s believed many ailments can be cured with this type of massage.”

““No pain, no gain.” A little frown worried his forehead.

He bit his lower lip as she increased the pressure, being especially careful not to press too hard on the sensitive spot.

“Another side effect is that after a man’s Sacred Spot has been massaged, he will experience fantasy dreams for many nights.”

He threw her a wobbly smile. “Bring on the fantasies.”

“Why fantasize when you can have the real thing,” she whispered.

His aroused inhalation gave her the encouragement she needed to ask more questions.

“The other day in the car just after you’d been shot, you promised you’d take me, Jacob. You promised you’d make me your own in every way a man makes a woman his. Was that the truth? Or am I just another notch in your belt?”

His eyes darkened dangerously, and desire curled through her body.

“I’ve always wanted you, Hannah. From the first time my father brought you home.”

“Why? Is it a physical attraction? Or is it more?”

He blinked in surprise at her question.

“What you’re asking is do I want to have a serious relationship with you after the sex is over?”

Hannah could feel her face flame with embarassment. She half expected him to laugh. Expected him to remind her she had no rights. That she was a Breeder Slave and he was a rich Breeder Plantation owner’s son. That she was having delusions of grandeur.

“I’m a killing machine, Hannah. Trained to follow orders. They trained me so damned good, I almost killed you the other day on the beach, despite my feelings for you. Even before I approached you, I had a rifle aimed at your heart. I had my finger on the trigger. I could have killed you.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I almost did, and that’s too close.”

Beneath her finger, his Sacred Spot tensed up again. Obviously, he had plenty of anger brewing inside him. The same raw anger and frustration she possessed at being trapped in a life in which she had no say.

“We’re victims, Jacob. Victims of an oppressive dictatorship society.”

“I know all about being oppressed, Hannah. That’s just the way it is. There’s nothing we can do about it. But I know one thing for certain, I want you to be safe. Safe from the men who make the rules. Safe from me.”

“Why should I be safe from you?”

Jacob’s adam's apple bobbed wildly as he swallowed.

That familiar look of fear clouded his eyes. It was the same fear she’d seen when she’d approached him in the meadow a few days ago.

Hannah’s heart began to pound violently. “What are you afraid you’ll do to me?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors from the other Breeder Slaves.”

Hannah shivered with excitement.

“Are those rumors true?”

“Yes.”

Hannah’s pulse roared.

“If I weren’t as weak as I am right now, I’d be pounding into you without mercy, Hannah. Thrusting myself into you for hours, and you’d be begging me to never stop, just like the other Breeder Slaves did.”

Heat burned through her body at his sensual admission. Heat and an insane thrill to experience what he was telling her made moisture grow between her legs.

His hand reached down, grabbed her wrist, and roughly pulled her finger away from his hot Sacred Spot. His blue eyes impaled her, preventing her from looking away.

“You’ve got the answers to what you’ve been looking for, Hannah. I think it’s time you leave my Sacred Spot alone and concentrate on something else. Like saving your energy for the things I’ve got planned for you.”

The threat in his words made her ache to have his arms around her. Made her want his hands to touch her, to roam all over her body. To touch every part of her being.

And she wanted to touch him. To make him see she wasn’t afraid of what he wanted to do to her.

“Lucky for you, I don’t scare easily. Lucky for me, you’re at my mercy,” she whispered.

Without warning, Hannah bent over and licked the pulsing head of his giant cock. He was so deliciously hard against her soft tongue. So hard and so hot. She liked the taste of him. The taste of man. The taste of masculine sex.

He groaned.

The wild sound fueled the desire already engulfing her body. Suddenly she wanted to feel his flesh pulse against her lips. Wanted to feel the power of his masculine hardness.

Opening her mouth wide, she slid the head of his cock past her lips. His flesh burned fiercely and throbbed violently against her hungry tongue. She liked the velvety feel of his penis, loved the feel of the solid muscle, the power that pulsed inside her mouth.

She liked it a lot.

From the corner of her eye she noticed his gaze darken with lust. The darkest she’d ever seen them.

In response, she tightened her lips around his cock, her tongue meeting his bulging tip, mating with it, making him groan again.

She took more of him into her mouth, her lips caressed his hard powerful length. Her tongue stroked and slurped his organ[,] and when the tip of his hot flesh touched the back of her throat, Hannah stopped.

Dangerous desire ripped through her like a roaring fire.

Now was her chance to would prove to him that she wasn’t afraid of those rumors. Rumors of how he could thrust into a Breeder Slave’s mouth for hours on end without spilling his seed.

Deep in her heart she knew that if all those rumors were true, she’d love whatever he did to her.

* * * *

Jacob tried to hold back the groans, but he couldn’t do it. Hannah was an expert with her lips. She’d been trained well by his father. Trained to pleasure a man in ways that would have him aching for relief within minutes.

But he’d trained himself too.

Trained himself to experience multiple orgasms without ejaculating. He’d had plenty of opportunities over the years. One of his jobs at his father’s Breeding Plantation had been to fuck the Breeder Slaves who’d just reached Breeder Slave status. That’s what the Breeding Ceremonies had been designed for. To introduce the woman to her new life. Since the Breeder Slave had the right to keep her first-born, it wasn’t important who the father of her first child would be. What was important was to get the slave pregnant as fast as possible so the first baby would be born freeing up the Slave to produce further children for the many desperate and rich couples who yearned for one.

The Breeding Slave was also put into the Breeding Catalog. Couples would pick out which two Breeder Slaves they wanted to produce a child for them.

The Slaves would be paired and kept in a Breeding Pen until the female was pregnant. Sometimes the couples watched the Breeder Slaves they’d picked. Watched to see how their child was conceived.

Jacob had always thought this was a normal part of life. Hadn’t thought anything unnatural about the endless fucking parties with the new female Breeder Slaves. Hadn’t thought anything was wrong by forcing women to pop out numerous children as if they were on some assembly line.

Things had changed when he’d gone to Hit School and met Tool.

Tool, who had been his roommate and somewhat of a history buff. He’d whispered about illegal things. Like the days when all women and men had been free to choose what jobs and partners they wanted. He’d been the one who had encouraged Jacob to work for the affections of a free female and not just go off and satisfy himself with a Breeder Slave whenever the urge hit.

Tool had encouraged him to pursue Hitgals at the school. And Jacob had. He’d tried to woo them like Tool had taught him. By going out on dates. Taking them to dinner, the movies, coffee. But every time he’d go out on a date with one of them, he’d felt guilty at enjoying the woman’s company, and his thoughts would ultimately turn to Hannah.

Lovely Hannah with the silky black hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a succulent mouth that was working wonders on his throbbing erection.

He watched her work on him. Watched the lust twinkling in her eyes as her hot, moist lips clamped over his hard cock. Her mouth stretched open wide as she welcomed his massive length inside. He watched as she hollowed out her cheeks and gave him some extra strong sucks.

Blades of sharp lightning seared along the length of his throbbing shaft and rammed straight into his balls, tightening them into painful knots of need and urging him to ejaculate into her seductive mouth.

Gathering all his self-control, he fought frantically to not give into his release. He wanted this pleasure to last. He wanted her to make love to his throbbing cock with her succulent lips. Most of all he wanted to be healthy and fit so he could fuck her for days on end until she begged him to stop the delicious torture.

But for now, he’d take her anyway he could get her. And she was doing a damn fine job with his cock.

Hunger flooded her features, and she sucked harder, making him gasp at her desperation. Before long, his hips were thrusting upwards into her mouth, begging her to bring him to release.

But he wouldn’t give in so easily. He’d make her work for a taste of him.

As if sensing he was holding himself back, she sucked harder. Delicious orgasms rippled through his cock, and he shuddered beneath her beautiful mouth’s onslaught.

Still he refused to come. Refused to give up this excruciating satisfaction of having the woman he’d always wanted actually making love to his cock with her mouth.

She kept up the onslaught. He rode the oncoming orgasms ripping through his body. Rode them with all his might until he hovered at the brink of insanity.

Finally he could take the agonizing pleasure no longer and dragged his hands through her silky hair, clasped her head still, and, holding her steady, he began to thrust in and out of her mouth.

Warning her he was going to come soon, he was surprised to find the sucking on his dick increase into a wild frenzy of want.

Damn! Did the woman ever tire?

She sucked harder until she totally destroyed his self-composure, his body tightened, the pleasure too overwhelming.

Finally he gave into the pressure and released his hot load.

The long column of her graceful neck convulsed as she greedily swallowed his love seed. Tiny sexy whimpers filled the air as she kept sucking, kept draining him. Eventually, he sighed as immense relief swept his body when she finally sucked him dry.

He let go of her head and leaned back against the headboard, totally spent and wholly satisfied.

He’d been right about Hannah. She was the only woman for him. The only woman who could shatter his self control so quickly. The only woman who could spear through the lust he’d harbored inside him and satisfy his needs.

Best of all she was the only woman who could bring back the man he’d once been.

The only way he could think to thank her was to return the favor.

* * * *

Chapter Six

Hannah laid her head on Jacob’s firm stomach and listened to his shaky breathing.

She shouldn’t have been so rough on him. Shouldn’t have taken advantage of his weakness. But the power pulsing through his shaft had challenged her to break that steel hardness. And she’d been well rewarded for her efforts because his come had tasted absolutely delicious.

A perfect combination of salt and spice. She couldn’t wait to taste him again.

Her body hummed with desire. She wanted him badly. But he needed his rest. He needed to recuperate.

“Where is it?” he suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Your dildo.”

She blinked in shock.

“I know you have it. I saw you using it many times over those two weeks when you thought you were alone up here in this room....” His words faded away.

Hannah couldn’t believe her own excitement at the thought that he’d watched her masturbate.

“Get it,” he ordered.

She found herself nodding.

On trembling legs, Hannah retrieved the giant rubber dildo with balls from where she’d stashed it in it’s handy container in the tiny attic closet. Mere days ago she’d left it here with a heavy heart, sure she would never see it again. The risk of it being found on her had been too high. And the punishment for possessing such a toy was severe.

A strange little smile flittered across his face as he examined it closely.

“Almost as big as me.” He cocked a curious eyebrow at her. “Breeder Slaves aren’t allowed to have sex toys. Where’d you get it?”

Hannah felt her spine bristle in sudden anger.

“I’m not a slave anymore, Jacob. The sooner you get used to that idea, the better.”

He ignored her comment and continued to examine the massive dildo.

“Take off your pants and underwear, Hannah. I’m going to punish you for holding illegal toys.”

Despite the fact he was ordering her with the firm tone of voice men reserved for Breeder Slaves, Hannah felt strangely thrilled at the idea of having to stand totally naked in front of Jacob. And at having him dish out the punishment.

Her heart pounded with excitement as she slowly tugged off her shorts and slid her underwear down her legs.

She stepped out of them and lifted her head to find Jacob’s eyes sparkling with desire, his gaze focused between her thighs. The tip of his pink tongue poked through his seductive lips.

She remembered his strong tongue slamming into her wet cunt as she’d lain on the sandy beach, her legs stretched wide open for him, the succulent pleasures ripping apart her body as he’d sipped her wetness.

“Take off your top,” he demanded.

She didn’t miss the way his fingers tightened around her dildo. Didn’t miss the heated look burning in his dark blue eyes as he watched her. Or the increasing sound of his raspy breathing.

With her breath hitched in her lungs, she peeled off her tank top, allowing her heavy breasts to bounce free into the cool night air.

Jacob hissed sharply between his teeth.

“Come here.” The demand was no more than an aroused whisper.

He patted his bare stomach. “Settle your ass here and face me.”

“I can’t sit on you. You’re injured.”

“My leg is injured. The rest of me is quite healthy, as you’ve experienced. Besides you aren’t that heavy. Now come. Sit here.”

Sweet mercy! What was he planning to do to her?

Her heart crashed violently against her chest, and a tinge of fear ripped up her spine, but she did as he commanded.

Climbing over him, she nestled her butt onto his muscular belly, facing him. Heat seared through her ass, and she tried hard to ignore the blossoming hard-on pressed against her backside.

“Keep your hands to your sides while I look at you.”

She did as he ordered. Letting her arms dangle at her sides. Her hands knotted into frustrated fists, and she struggled against the need to run her fingers through the sparse thatch of his crisp chest hairs.

Placing her dildo on a nearby pillow, he reached out and intimately palmed her breasts in his hot wide hands.

“You are so beautiful, Hannah,” he whispered as he gazed into her eyes. His thumbs softly caressed her nipples, releasing carnal sparks of electricity. Within seconds she found herself whimpering with need.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for years. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first minute I saw you.”

“Why didn’t you?” Arching her back, she pressed her sensitive breasts against his probing fingers.

“You know why.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me.”

Jacob inhaled a shuddering breath, and he frowned. His fingers thankfully kept plumping her now sensitized nipples with firm pinches.

“My father said it would be a scandal if I took you for my own.”

Hannah blinked in surprise.

“You told your father you were interested in me?”

“I told him. Now, lean back. Spread your legs.”

Quickly, she did as he said.

His long fingers slid against her clit, and he began rubbing her pleasure nub, producing incredible sensations she’d never experienced before. Moisture quickly accumulated between her legs, and she knew he was readying her for her punishment at being caught with a sex toy.

“I told him I wanted you as my wife,” he continued softly.

“Your wife?” Dare she hope he was telling the truth?

“Yes.”

Her body trembled with excitement at his admission.

“But you never so much as touched me. Never gave me an inkling of how you truly felt, except for being nice to me.”

“Believe me, I wanted you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“But you had the courage to tell your father?”

“Yes, I told him.”

“I bet your father wasn’t pleased.”

“He sent me to Hit School the very next day.”

A mixture of anger and relief spilled through Hannah. Relief because she’d always wondered why he hadn’t said goodbye. Anger because his father had come between them.

Jacob’s head lowered, and she gasped as he took a nipple into his moist mouth. Suckling sounds wrent the night air. And the probing of his hot tongue and nipping of his sharp teeth produced delightful sensations within her breast along with an aching fullness she’d never experienced before.

“I’m glad you finally came home,” she whispered and arched her back, pushing her breast tighter into his hot face.

His suckling stopped.

Hannah sighed with frustration as he lifted his head.

“I came back for you, Hannah. I came back with full intentions of being the first and only Romero brother to fuck you in the Breeding Stall. I wanted to impregnate you with my seed. I wanted your first child to be mine. To be ours. I wanted everyone to know you were mine. The night before I left for HitSchool, I warned my brother’s not to touch you, Hannah. I told them you were mine.”

“Your warning worked. They never touched me. They didn’t even look at me,” she said softly.

“If they had, I would have killed them.” His voice was too calm and too deadly.

A shiver of fear zipped up her spine at the thought that Jacob had threatened death to his very own brothers because of her.

The fear however was quicky extinguished when his sensual lips clamped around her nipple again.

The long hot fingers quickened at her clit. Moving in erotic circles until hot pleasure spilled through her insides. Within seconds, she was arching her hips upward.

She closed her eyes, physically tightening her cunt muscles, fully intent on making herself climax.

“Keep your eyes open, Hannah. This is your punishment for harboring a sex toy. I want to watch you suffer.”

Her eyes flew open and locked onto his piercing gaze. Incredible sensations slammed through her body at the mixture of emotions flooding his eyes.

There was tenderness.

Lust.

Excitement.

Caring.

“Spread your legs wider and lean back against my legs so I can get a good look at that beautiful cunt of yours.”

She leaned backwards until her back settled against his powerful thighs. He’d lifted his knees in an effort to support her. And he hadn’t so much as flinched at moving his wounded thigh.

He would be healthy very soon. Healthy and full of power, his body ready to unleash a ravenous hunger for a woman.

Her heart beat violently against her chest at that thought and at the sight of his fierce gaze clamping onto her cunt. She could almost feel his eyes caress her clit as he stared.

“Tomorrow I’m going to take you. Make you my woman. Tonight though,” He lifted her giant sex toy off the nearby pillow, and she felt it nudge into her moist opening. “Tonight, I’ll show you what it feels like to have a man masturbate you.”

He pushed the dildo into her slowly, her vaginal muscles gripping the item hungrily, her hips arching eagerly toward him, wanting him to go faster. Wanting him to bring about a quick release.

Unfortunately, Jacob had other things on his mind.

She moaned when his fingers touched her left nipple. He twisted the quivering bud until she gasped out at the sliver of pain. And then his fingers attacked her other one, twisting until he heard her cry out.

At the same time, he was sinking the dildo deep into her body. Her inner muscles gripped it madly in an effort to suck it in. Yet he continued to go so erotically slow that Hannah screamed out her frustration.

“I warned you, Hannah. I warned you that you weren’t safe with me. I warned you....”

Pleasant sensations ran along her cunt, and Hannah closed her eyes.

“Keep looking at me, Hannah.” His command was sharp, making her eyes snap open.

Through heavy lids she watched the hungry look crawl into Jacob’s eyes as he watched her. Out of nowhere a mind-shattering climax took her by surprise, exploding through her body with such a wild intensity she screamed out his name.

Another explosion came, followed by more. The intensity of them made her cry out, made her mind splinter as they carried her away.

His thrusts grew more forceful, the climaxes slammed into her in killing waves of pleasure that left her gasping for her breath over and over again.

She grabbed his hips for support, her fingers digging into his muscles.

Heavens! He was destroying her with her own dildo. Fire lanced through her cunt as a calloused thumb grated across the bundle of nerves between her legs.

“You like what I’m doing to you, Hannah?” he whispered hotly.

Hannah couldn’t speak. She was too busy concentrating on the heated pleasure spreading like wildfire through her body.

Her breasts heaved frantically as the orgasms continued to race through her. His plunging strokes expertly hit sensitive points on the way in. And on the way out he grated along nerves endings she’d never known existed.

She was lost in a mind storm of incredible sensations she’d never experienced before. Lost in the burning lust he’d unleashed inside her. Lost in the hot need for release.

Her hips gyrated beneath the onslaught. The suctioning sound of the dildo sliding in and out of her flew into the air, intermingling with her gasps of joy.

He thrust harder. She moaned. Arched her back. Ached for more of this insanity. Frantically, she pressed against the fraying thumb that circled her slippery clit in a whirlwind of pressure.

Perspiration broke out all over her body as one climax after another shattered her mind and tortured her body.

The dildo continued to impale her, and she finally came violently in a shuddering rush.

“Yes! That’s it! Come for me, my sweet Hannah. Come for me.”

Hot juice slid from her body along with the dildo. Suddenly, his hot hands clasped her ass tightly. He lifted her hips upward, and his head sank between her legs. His burning lips suckled her clit, and he sipped greedily of her hot liquid gift, sending her headlong into another wild climax.

* * * *

Hannah lay quiet on his torso, her body truly spent. Her breaths came in sweet little gasps, her legs still quivered and were spread wide when Jacob lifted his head and smiled at her sleeping form.

Her eyes were closed tightly as she slept. A sweet smile tilted her ruby red lips. Her breasts were still swollen with desire, her large nipples rouge from his painful ministrations.

“You did a fine job, Hannah. A fine job,” he said softly, careful not to arouse her from her sleep.

The sweet taste of her come was hot in his mouth. It made him think of the way her face had scrunched up in ecstasy as he’d slammed the dildo into her. Made him remember the lovely way her breasts had swelled with pleasure and heaved wildly under her labored breaths while he’d touched her silky flesh.

He loved the way her hips had gyrated with convulsions. He’d become addicted to the site of her purple swollen clit, the incredible sight of the large dildo disappearing into her tight hole, and the way it slurped out again drenched in her cunt juices.

The sight had made him hornier than hell.

Made him imagine sinking into her, stretching into her warmth. Made him imagine how her cunt muscles would wrap around his rod as his thick intrusion forced its way home.

But all that would wait until tomorrow.

For now they would rest.

Gently, he lifted her sleeping form and positioned her beside him. He drew the warm blankets over their nude bodies and found himself smiling.

“This was just the beginning, Hannah. Just the beginning. Tomorrow I will make you mine.”

* * * *

Pink and gold rays of dawn spilled over Jacob as he lay quietly in the bed. His body however was anything but quiet. As a matter of fact, it was humming. And he was hornier than hell.

Clenching his fists in frustration, he closed his eyes and remembered last night.

Remembered the way her silky fingers had rubbed his flesh.

He’d memorized the sweet scent of her clit. The sexy taste of her tight nipples in his mouth. The seductive sounds of her soft whimpers as he’d plunged the massive dildo into her juicy cunt.

God, he wanted Hannah more now than he’d ever wanted her. What had she done to him last night? Why had she asked all those curious questions? Why had he answered?

Last night her sensual touches had freed his emotions. Brought out the anger, the frustrations he’d stored inside him. Her touch had given him a glimpse of freedom, and it had tasted fabulous.

Addictive.

Addictive like Hannah. Last night he hadn’t been able to get enough of touching her, of tasting her.

He wanted more.

So much more.

Sharp pain radiated through his thigh as he climbed out of bed, but he could stand it.

What he couldn’t stand was being away from Hannah.

The time had finally come to show her how much he wanted her.

* * * *

Hannah dipped a toe into the ocean waters and smiled. Perfect temperature for an early morning bath. Within seconds, she was naked, a bar of soap in her hand and up to her waist in the crashing surf.

The water relaxed her as it cradled her body with its soothing salty liquid. Using the soap, she lathered her dark tresses and at the same time kept a careful watch on the brightening silhouette of the mansion perched nearby.

Erosion from the ocean had brought the beach practically up to its back door. The giant stone building looked magnificent as the dawn colors of pink and gold splashed against the cracked and dusty windows.

It would be such a beautiful place to live in. No one would have to know they were here. They wouldn’t even have to go to town for food. The surrounding buttercup riddled fields could be ploughed. They could plant enough vegetables to get them through a winter.

The area was teaming with rabbits for meat. And they could fish in the ocean. Fruit could come from the numerous apple and pear trees she’d spotted in a nearby grove.

Hannah smiled and hugged herself.

They could have their own children. Children who were free. Children who could run along the beach, their faces flushed from excitement and tanned from the warm sunshine. Jacob and she could show them how to build sand castles, play games[,] and teach them as well as her how to read and write.

But before all that, she would ask Jacob to build a small boat, and they could sail into the sunset then come home and make love all night long.

And boy did he ever know how to make love with a dildo.

She could only imagine how it would be with the real thing buried deep inside her.

She shivered at the prospect. She needed to hurry. Needed to get herself ready for Jacob.

Splashing the water onto her head, she rinsed her hair, the anticipation growing inside her at the thought of finally experiencing all those delicious rumors she’d heard about Jacob.

“Good morning.”

“Oh my goodness,” she gasped as she spotted Jacob standing on the beach, barefoot and bare-chested wearing nothing but a pair of tattered green shorts she’d fashioned out of his uniform pants.

Suddenly unexplainably embarrassed, she instinctively turned her naked body away from him, showing him her bare back.

“No need for being shy anymore, Hannah. I’ve seen all of you. Why don’t come on out of there so we can pick up where we left off last night? Or would you rather I come in?”

Hannah shivered with delight at his words and looked over her shoulder just in time to see him take a step forward.

“Don’t! You’ll get your bandaid wet, Jacob.”

“Then come on out, Hannah. I want to make love to you.”

Was she dreaming? Was he actually saying he wanted to have sex with her again?

But why wouldn’t he? He was a red-blooded male, and she knew they always wanted sex.

He took another step forward. Ocean waves crashed against his knees. Oh heavens, he wasn’t ready for any acrobatic activities.

“Jacob, don’t do anything foolish. You could re-injure yourself,” she warned.

“I’ll risk it. Turn around. Let me look at you.”

Her heart thumped erratically at his demand. Turning slowly she allowed him to gaze upon her naked body.

Desire sparked his eyes, and she saw the bulge between his legs grow larger as it pressed against his tattered shorts.

Oh boy. The thought of his massive arousal sliding inside her took her breath away. Brought a wild thick heat surging through her blood.

Slowly, as if in a trance, Hannah kept her eyes glued to that lovely bulge as she moved through the waters toward him.

A moment later, his strong arms embraced her, his hot mouth melted fiery kisses all over her face, and then he whispered in her ear, “When I woke up and found you gone, I realized I never want to wake up without you again. The time has come for me to show you those rumors about me are true, Hannah.”

At his words, she fought hard against the shivers of both fear and anticipation that roared through her body.

“I know you’ve wanted to see if those rumors are true.” His head dipped down, and he kissed the valley between her breasts.

The intimate gesture weakened her, made her breasts heave with her every breath.

“I know you want me inside you, Hannah. I know you’d prefer me over your trusty dildo.”

His hot mouth popped her right nipple into his mouth as if it were a ripe cherry. With his teeth he bit and nipped gently until pain and arousal pierced through her breast zipping all the way down into her cunt, making her wet with that now achingly familiar ferocious desire for him.

He released her now rock hard nipple and worked on the other one until her breast swelled with desire and she whimpered for relief.

His head lifted from his harsh nibbles on her breasts.

“Come, I’ve prepared a place for us.”

Taking her by the hand, he led her out of the water across the warm sand into a nearby thicket.

Tall grass secluded them on three sides, allowing them only the full view of the white waves rolling upon the beach and the sparkling blue ocean waters.

In the thicket she spotted a large blanket laid out for them. Nestled in the tall grass she didn’t miss a closed picnic basket.

“That’s going to be our nourishment. We’re going to need it because what I’ve planned for you will take a while.” His lips caressed her neck with more tiny kisses. Kisses that made her heart flutter with joy.

“Jacob, are you sure you’re up to this? I don’t want you to re-injure yourself.”

“After hearing your moans and whimpers last night while I made love to you with that dildo, you’re damn right I’m up to this.”

His hot hand slid across her waist and spanned over her belly, making her shiver with a brilliant need for him. A need for him to touch her everywhere.

“Show me those rumors, Jacob. Show me how much you want me.” Her fingers curled around the waistband of his green shorts.

He inhaled sharply at her touch.

“I don’t only want you, Hannah. I need to be inside you. I need to feel like a man again.”

“And I need to feel like a woman. Fuck me, Jacob. Fuck me now. Take me without mercy. Show me how you make love to a woman.”

Her fingers tore at his pants, yanking them down. His swollen shaft sprung free, and Hannah wasted no time wrapping her hands around his hot flesh.

She aimed his throbbing flesh toward her cunt, anxious for him to be inside her. Her body demanding to be taken. She brought the thickness of his pulsing rod to the door of her womanhood, and then she hesitated.

“There’s something I need to tell you, Jacob. Something you need to know.”

“You’re picking one hell of a time to tell me, sweetie.”

His hot lips nibbled on her earlobe, making Hannah’s knees weaken.

“You’re my first real lover,” she blurted out.

Shock and surprise flooded his dark eyes. “What?”

“Your father, he’s the one who gave me the dildo so I could satisfy myself. He has an anal fetish, and your mother wouldn’t allow him to, so he used me....”

A warm finger pressed gently against her lips, silencing her.

“Thank you for telling me, Hannah.”

“You’re not upset?”

He threw his head back as if in relief. A serene look flittered across his face, and he inhaled a shuddering breath.

“You don’t know how happy this makes me. You don’t know how long I’ve pictured my father and you together. It made me so angry. Made me want to kill him for taking you away from me.”

“No man could ever change the attraction we have between us. Or the feelings I have for you.”

To her surprise, his hand wrapped around her wrist holding his throbbing penis.

“What you’ve said changes things.”

She cried out in protest as he guided her hand away from his thick penis.

His head bent closer, and his warm lips caressed the corners of her mouth until she sparkled with joy.

“I want your first time to be something you’ll never forget.”

His mouth moved over hers in a seductive manner, turning her knees turn to jelly, making her body hum with raw desire. Instinctively, she knew once this man made love to her, she would belong to him.

Forever.

A warm hand settled over her stomach again. His finger delicately prodded at her belly button, immediately igniting a fire inside her womb that she’d never felt before. It was something so unbelievably beautiful she wondered if she would be able to stand the rest of what he had planned for her.

His finger explored her belly button with gentle circular motions, alternating between hard thrusts and delicate stabs similar to the way he’d drove the dildo into her cunt last night.

Dammed if this unfamiliar technique wasn’t turning her on higher than a firecracker.

His hot mouth sucked at her lips until she opened them. Instantly, his tongue slid inside and clashed with her own, unleashing a firestorm of pleasure that had her whimpering into his mouth.

His probing finger withdrew from her belly button, and his hands covered her swelling breasts. Massaging her fullness, he shaped them with his palms, tweaking her nipples until they burned and ached beneath his caresses.

Before she knew what was happening, he lowered her to the warm blanket and onto her back.

He lay down beside her and curled her into his arms, spooning his heated body against her entire length, fitting his thick rod at the entrance of her cunt.

She inhaled with excitement at the hunger consuming his eyes. Inhaled his raw male scent and reveled in the strong odor of his lust.

“I’m going to start making love to you, Hannah. Don’t be afraid. Just know you’re safe with me.”

She could barely nod, her body trembled with such a strong need to have him inside her.

His mouth quickly resumed kissing her, concentrating on the curves of her lip. He suckled her there. Suckled and nipped until her mouth was stoked with fire.

His thighs moved, and she felt his erection plow past her slippery labia lips as he entered her.

Pleasure centers she never knew had existed exploded to life as his tremendous size stretched vaginal muscles that had never been extended so wide. He hadn’t entered two inches when her cunt muscles clamped around his thick rod throwing her instantly into a wild orgasm that left her body quaking and her hips shuddering.

When it was over, she realized Jacob was still sinking his length into her. Her cunt juices gushed around his thick rod, and her muscles quivered around him, welcoming him inside.

Surprisingly, she felt no pain at his invasion. Only an insane need to increase this erotic fullness. Arching her hips against him, she moaned as he sunk even deeper, and her vaginal muscles adjusted to the incoming slow moving missile.

The smell of her arousal intermingled with the salty air. The roar of ocean waves vanished as she listened to his increasingly harsh breathing. His hot chest flattened her breasts. His heart thumped wildly against her flesh. She could feel her own heart beat joining his in a foreplay of things to come.

Her body shuddered with fear as he flexed his hips. The movement plunged his thick rod deeper. He kept filling her and filling her.

She had never dreamed a man could fill her insides so much.

Another orgasm hit her, and Hannah’s hips twisted wildly at the onslaught. She cried out at the intensity.

Fire screamed through ever part of her body as his iron rod screamed past more pleasure centers.

She convulsed again and again. Finally his rod slammed into her womb, and she could feel his balls slap against her flesh as he finally came to the end.

“I’m glad to see my shaft has already pleasured you. And I haven’t even started yet.”

He grinned. His smile wicked with delicious promises. His gaze filled with lust as he looked deep into her eyes. Into her very soul.

“I’m going to brand your cunt with my cock, Hannah. I’m going to fuck you so much, no man will ever come close to satisfying you like I will. You will belong to me.”

His words were spoken with such serious conviction she had no doubt he’d make sure she would never stray. It looked like she was about to experience another one of those Breeder Slaves rumors. Once a Slave had a Romero brother brand her cunt, the woman would never want any other man.

“Fuck me, Jacob.” She grabbed at his shoulders, plunging her nails into the taut muscles in his back, pulling him closer.

Suddenly she was desperate. Desperate for him to do something. Anything to quench her desires.

Slowly he withdrew his massive rod and then speared back inside. She lost her breath at the ferocity of his power. Her fingernails dug deeper into his muscles, and she held on tight.

His plunging increased, and her cunt muscles convulsed around him.

Ripping his mouth free, he groaned into the air. His thrusts were measured. Deep. Hard. Creating such a firestorm inside her she soon hovered between two worlds.

Reality.

And a fantasy world sparkling with a dangerous pleasure so sharp and brilliant she found herself crying out at its intensity.

Her cunt muscles tightened harder around his cock. Squeezed him until his warm gasps caressed her cheeks

Hot perspiration popped onto her forehead, her face, and her entire body. Her cunt juices dripped from between her legs as he pounded into her. The sucking sound of it spurned him on with feverish, animalistic movements.

The scent of her sex hung heavy around them. It seemed to be an aphrodisiac for him. Seemed to make him thrust harder.

Suddenly, her mind shattered. Her body exploded into bliss and pain.

Yet he continued to ram into her.

She found herself screaming. Crying out as the fiery sensations rolled over her in excruciating waves.

She could barely catch her breath. Could barely hold onto her sanity. She was going to die from pleasure. She was going to die!

His animalist grunts continued. She followed the sounds. Tried to keep a lifeline to reality.

Another wild thrust, and she found the line yanked away. She fell into the other world. The world of blinding arousal, exhilarating pleasure, and an insane need to remain here for as long as she could.

* * * *

Chapter Seven

They made love under the blanket of warm sunshine, stopping only to quench their thirst and to eat from the picnic basket nestled beside them.

When the cool canopy of dusk dropped over them, Jacob led Hannah inside the mansion where she was surprised to see a blanket draped mattress lain out before the stone fireplace in the living room.

He’d planned everything so well.

From their love nest beside the beach, to the snug mattress in front of the fireplace, to the already set wood in the hearth.

All he did was light a match, and a friendly fire crackled, chasing away the chills of the oncoming September night. They lay on the mattress side by side staring into each other’s eyes.

The intensity of his gaze made her heart leap with joy. Made her wonder how in the world she could ever live without Jacob. Or ever experience anything like she’d experienced today on the beach as he’d made love to her.

Without a doubt she was now a damaged Breeder Slave. Branded by this man’s lust. Tied to him like she’d never been tied to anyone in her life.

“I think I need to check you wound,” she said as she reached out and ran her hand along his bandaged thigh.

“I think I need to fuck you again.”

“I like the sound of that. But first, I’ll check the wound, Jacob.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Before he could protest, she ripped the patch off his leg and examined the bullet hole.

“It looks a little bit red.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Hardly hurts at all anymore. Come lay back down beside me. We’ll rest and watch the fire for a little while.”

Hannah nodded, excitement once again pounding through her nerve endings as she caught sight of his wonderful erection beginning to grow again. From the looks of it, this would be a very short rest.

Re-bandaging the wound, Hannah lay down on the soft mattress, and he curled her into his warm embrace.

“I’m glad you’re here with me, Jacob.”

“I’m glad I’m here with you too. It’s given me a break from reality. Given me time to explore my feelings and my fantasies about you.” He inhaled a shuddering breath, and that dead look she detested suddenly flashed in his eyes. Her stomach clawed with sickness at the sight. He was about to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.

“We’re going to have to leave, Hannah. It won’t be long before someone comes looking for us here.”

Hannah sighed in relief and cuddled closer to his warmth.

“I should have told you this earlier, but we have to stay here,” she whispered and traced a finger around a cute little laugh line at the side of his eye. “The Breeder Slaves said this a contact point with the Underground Railroad. They’ll come for us. They’ll take us to freedom.”

“They’re just rumors, Hannah.”

“No, they aren’t!” Sudden anger snapped inside her. “We’re safe here as long as we keep out of sight. We can even stay here forever.”

“We’ve been living on borrowed time, Hannah. I’ve decided we’re going to leave first thing in the morning.”

Her blood ran ice cold. “What?”

“We can walk up along the coastline toward The Freedom States. We can hunt for food. Find our own shelter along the way. Find some way to cross the border and....”

“Haven’t you been listening to me? They’ll come for us.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“I was here for two weeks before they found me....”

“I’m the one who left the cell phone and the note on the back porch, Hannah. I’m the one who phoned and instructed you to come to the beach that day. There is no Underground Railway here.”

His confession hit her like a ton of bricks. Her head whirled with confusion. Her guts clenched into a sickening knot.

Jacob frowned. “Only a few days ago I had full intentions of killing you here. Of burying your body out back with the others who’ve escaped my father’s Breeder Plantation.”

“The others? You killed them?”

He shook his head.

“I haven’t killed any of my father’s Breeder Slaves, but I have killed others. Many of them. It’s what I was trained to do.”

The news that he’d killed people didn’t come as a shock. She knew free men and women were trained to kill without questioning why. What interested her was that he’d watched her for two weeks with plenty of time to harm her. Yet he hadn’t hurt her.

“The rumors about this deserted mansion were originally circulated by my father,” he continued. “It makes the job easier for the Hitman when the slave runs. All the Breeder Plantation owners do it. Circulate rumors amongst the Slaves. It gives them somewhere to run if they decide to escape. It makes it easier for the Hitman to catch a runner when he knows where she’s going. I knew you’d be coming here, Hannah. I saw you the instant you showed up. I dropped by every night and every morning to watch you the entire two weeks you were here. But I couldn’t stay long because I was always being tracked.”

“There is no Underground Railroad?” She still couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that the Railroad was a lie.

“Not at this mansion.”

“Why are you being so cruel? Why are you telling me all these horrible lies?”

“You were right when you told me I was a cold bastard the first day we met on the beach, Hannah. The Hit School trained me so well I had my finger on that trigger for two weeks. I had you in my sights.” His voice was full of torture. Full of pain.

His pain sifted through her confusion, ripping away all her anger in one violent sweep.

Jacob Romero was baring his soul to her. Taking a chance that she would leave him. She had to prove to him she would never leave him. That telling her the truth wouldn’t break her trust in him. She needed to show him she would never push him away.

“You didn’t kill me, Jacob. You beat them. The Hit School. Your father. You’re stronger than they are. You’re free from them.”

That awful dead look in his eyes began to fade, replaced by hope.

“You’re not upset to find out there isn’t an Underground Railroad?”

“Of course I’m upset.”

The hope vanished from his eyes.

“But I’m glad you told me the truth, Jacob. It’s just now I have a hollow feeling in my stomach. No one is coming to help us. We’re all alone.”

“We have each other. That’s something, isn’t it?” He smiled a somewhat wobbly smile.

“But we still aren’t free.”

Hannah rested her head on his warm chest and listened to his heart pounding against her ear.

His hand sifted through her hair, and he cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head upward.

“Our love will set us free.”

His lips touched hers in a feather light kiss. Gathering her into his arms, he cradled her fiercely against his body. She knew he was still upset. She could feel it in the tight way he held her. So tight she feared he would crush her ribs.

But there wasn’t anything she could say that would soothe him.

Stark reality had reared its ugly head. They were in danger here. Sooner or later someone would find them. Whether it was a Breeder Slave on the run or a Hitman or a Hitgal looking for them.

Sadness clutched at her heart as reality settled in around her. Jacob was right. Tomorrow morning they’d have to leave.

* * * *

Early the next morning, Jacob found Hannah sitting on the back porch. Her lovely body wrapped in a sheet, her bare legs dangling freely off the edge of the veranda as she watched a butterfly flutter nearby along the morning breeze.

Her hair was windswept, her cheeks rosy from the cool morning air. She looked so pretty he wanted to push her down onto the veranda, rip the sheet from her body, and fuck her senseless.

The severe frown marring her pretty face stopped him. It was a frown that speared pain straight into Jacob’s heart and made him wish they could stay here at the mansion for a few more days.

He knew she didn’t want to leave here. He didn’t want to go either. So far no one had shown up, but, deep in his heart, he suspected his family had kept the place a secret from the Hitman Association. They would protect him, but they wouldn’t protect Hannah. It would only be a matter of time before a deal was brokered. A deal that would keep Jacob safe but would kill Hannah.

He shuddered at that horrific thought. Without her he was a walking dead man. He wouldn’t go on living. He would kill himself. It was as simple as that.

There was something else to consider. They had no transportation. Last night while Hannah had slept he’d stashed the car she’d stolen from his father in a nearby gulley and covered it with brush. They couldn’t take the chance in using it.

Another fact had to be considered. Hannah had dumped his car miles up the beach. It was only a matter of time before it was found, and his fellow Hitmen and Hitgals would be swarming all over the site looking for clues. The Association had many sophisticated, top-secret ways of tracing tire tracks from the Hit car, even if the car had been driven on pavement. It was only a matter of time before they followed the tire tracks here.

“Morning,” he called out.

She turned and smiled when she saw him standing in the doorway. To his disappointment the smile didn’t reach those pretty green eyes.

“Morning,” she whispered.

“I missed you when I woke up. Thought we could pick up where we left off before we fell asleep.”

“I didn’t want to wake you. Have you eaten?”

“Not hungry. How about you?”

She shook her head, turned away, and returned her attention to the orange-winged butterfly now fluttering around one of the nearby plants.

Jacob slid a hand over Hannah’s warm shoulder and squeezed her tense muscles.

“You okay?”

She nodded, but from the angle of her face he noticed she wasn’t okay. Especially when he saw the sparkling tears in her eyes.

Oh shit! The last thing he wanted was Hannah to start to cry. It would break his heart.

He sat down on the veranda beside her and ran his hand beneath the sheet. He stroked the warm silky flesh at the small of her naked back in a comforting motion.

“We don’t have to go right now,” he said. “We can wait a little while longer if you want?”

Her lower lip trembled. “No, you’re right. We do have to go. We have to leave our home.”

Those two words impacted him with such a warm feeling he could barely breath.

“We’ll find another home. Somewhere safer than here.”

“I know.” A sexy smile tilted her luscious red lips, and Jacob’s breath slammed up against his lungs. “But just in case something happens to us . . . I want to feel your arms around me one last time. I want you deep inside me. I want you to make me feel safe for just a little while longer.”

Without warning, she slipped the sheet off her shoulders and let it fall into a puddle on the veranda. Leaning back on her elbows, she allowed him full view of her curvy breasts.

Jacob’s shaft hardened at the sight and wasted no time. Reaching out, he cupped her heavy breasts in each hand and with thumb and forefinger he twisted each juicy looking nipple.

He watched Hannah’s eyes shut. Listened to hear whimper with arousal. They were low sexy sounds that made Jacob’s penis thicken even more.

He twisted her nipples until she cried out and her eyes flew open.

“Keep your eyes open, Hannah. I want you to watch me make love to your nipples.”

She blinked. Her eyes full of arousal and understanding as Jacob’s head lowered. He took one of her tight buds into his mouth.

The bead was hot and juicy as he nibbled with his teeth and tongued her areola before clamping his mouth over her breast like a suction cup. Her back arched against him and her whimpers made his erection ache with an intense need to fuck her.

Her breaths became labored and harsh as he continued to suckle. He moved from one breast to the other. An occasional cry ripped through the air as he continued to tenderly sink his teeth into her hard buds.

Once in awhile he’d stop and look up to make sure she was watching. Her pain-pleasure filled eyes were dazed but she saw how he worshipped her body.

Then he dived at her breasts again. Twisting those plump nipples between his thumb and forefinger, taking the quivering beads into his mouth and nipping them once in a while just to hear her erotic cries.

By the time he was finished her nipples were red and quivering, her breasts swollen and heaving with her every breath.

His hand settled onto her silky belly and dipped into that gorgeous belly button he loved to fiddle with. Probing there in an effort to feel how her abdominal and stomach muscles tensed up beneath his touch. It was a technique he’d discovered on his own. An area of arousal on a woman that was almost always neglected by men. But not by him.

He loved the feel of the warm indentation. Loved the idea that this was were Hannah had been secured in a woman’s womb.

It reminded him that he would secure children in Hannah’s womb.

He would enjoy making her pregnant. Many times.

He could already imagine how sexy she’d look. Her belly big and round with his child. How hard her silky skin would feel beneath his hands as he cupped her swollen flesh.

During her pregnancy, he would make love to her and listen to those sweet sexy moans as he thrust deep inside her and suckled from her milk-laden breasts. And then after the child was born, and she was once again slender, he would keep fucking her until she was pregnant again.

He wanted lots of kids. Lots of little boys and girls of his own that he could teach how to play games, how to hunt and fish. And all the while he’d keep fucking Hannah because she was so beautiful and he loved her so much.

* * * *

There was an oddly beautiful look in Jacob’s eyes as he finally lifted his mouth from her swelled red nipples.

A look that made love fill her heart.

“What are you thinking?” she asked as his fingers slid away from her aroused belly button and drew a teasing line over her abdomen across her mound to the outside edges of her quivering nether lips.

“I’m thinking about how much I love to fuck you. And how much I love you.”

Hannah blinked with shock. He’d never said those words to her before. Never whispered them into her ears as he’d made love to her.

“Every time I look at you my heart swells with something I can’t explain. I want to fuck you all the time. I love to listen to your gentle voice. I love the way you look at me with so much love in your eyes as I fuck you. I want to find us a safe place to live where no one will dictate to us who we will be and what kind of work we’ll do.”

Her heart thumped wildly at his confessions.

“And most of all I want to have children with you. Lots of them.”

The familiar fear of being forced to produce offspring at an alarming rate ripped through Hannah.

“How many?” she asked, suddenly uncomfortable with the idea that she might already be pregnant by his seed.

“As many as you want.”

“How many do you want?”

“It’s up to you,” he said.

The hot fingers at her clit slipped across her pleasure bud making her gasp as shards of arousal rippled through her cunt.

“Um. I haven’t really thought about it. I mean, I’ve never thought of how many kids.”

“How about six?” he asked.

Her eyes widened in shock, and he laughed.

“I’m the one who’s going to have to carry the babies, y’know,” she said seriously.

“You’ll make a beautiful mother. And don’t think for one minute you being pregnant will stop me from fucking you, Hannah.”

She gasped at the intensity of desire flashing in his eyes.

“I love fucking a pregnant woman. No matter how far along she is.”

A tinge of jealousy swirled through her. It was quickly extinguished as one long finger slid inside her cunt making her squirm with pleasure.

“And I suppose you’ve had your share of pregnant women?” she hissed as she tried to prevent another cry of pleasure from spilling out of her mouth.

“I’ve fucked a lot of pregnant Breeder Slaves, Hannah. But I’ve never fucked a pregnant woman that I love more than my own life.”

His words overwhelmed her to the point where she didn’t know what to say. Confusion gripped her. Yes, she was jealous he’d slept with other women. But he’d just said he loved her more than his own life. How could she deny him children if he felt so strongly about her?

She’d thought about having children. Especially when she’d been surrounded by pregnant Breeder Slaves for most of her life. But she’d also seen the dead looks in the mother’s eyes after their newborns had been taken away.

She’d tried to get used to the idea of producing babies with the male Breeder Slaves or the other men who came to the Plantation. She’d also dreamed about how many she’d have when she was free. She’d always thought along the lines of two babies, maybe three.

But six?

Another strong masculine finger slipped inside her moist cunt making Hannah instinctively lift her hips to increase her pleasure.

His fingers penetrated deeper. He felt so good inside her. Made her feel so excited at the thought of what he was about to do to her.

But six children? The question dove into her mind again. Strangely enough the longer she thought about having six children with Jacob, the more she liked the idea.

“I think I could settle with four, maybe five.”

“You’re a demanding woman,” he said as he slid another hot finger into her cunt. “I’ve only got four fingers on one hand.”

Hannah laughed between gasps of arousal.

“I mean five children, not five fingers.”

“Oh! Sure I knew that.” He grinned sheepishly, slipped a forth finger inside her, and began to thrust slowly, keeping his eyes glued to her face as if watching for her reaction.

At the same time, he continued to massage her now ultra sensitive nub.

His head dipped, and she looked down to see her cherry colored nipple slip between his sensuous lips. His warm mouth invoked more waves of sensations through her body. Sharp teeth nipped at her aching breasts and nipples making her gasp with a combination of pain and pleasure. The pain was quickly extinguished as his tongue swirled over the tender areas he’d bitten.

“And when you’re pregnant, I’ll suckle the milk from your breasts, Hannah,” he said as he took her other nipple into his hot mouth and nibbled roughly.

Hannah cried out at the fierceness of his mouth devouring her flesh. His fingers plunged frantically inside her cunt, and she could feel the juices flowing freely.

The shuddering of a massive orgasm began as her cunt muscles tightened around his fingers.

Without warning, he popped her aching nipple out of his mouth and withdrew his fingers from her spasming cunt.

Oh heavens! What was he doing?

She watched in bewilderment as he quickly scrambled down the veranda stairs and came around to stand between her legs. Within a slit second, he dropped his jagged green shorts, and she inhaled sharply as his massive love muscle stood erect and quite ready for duty.

The sight of his giant cockhead was intoxicating, and the arousing sight of the veins pulsing along his massive shaft made Hannah whimper as lust raced through her veins.

“I’m going to fuck you so much, it’ll last you until we get to freedom,” he stated.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the ankles and slid her a little closer to him until her ass hit the edge of the wooden porch and her legs nestled against his powerful hips. The sight of her long legs spread apart on each side of his hips made a heated anticipation rip through her body.

He reached out and ran a hot finger up along the opening of her clit. Hannah’s pussy quivered at his touch.

“I can see you won’t be needing any more priming. You’re so damn wet for me.”

“I’m always wet for you, Jacob.”

He grinned at her words. It was a sexy grin that made her heart skip a beat.

“Let’s try a different approach this time. Shall we?”

Puzzled yet excited, Hannah watched as he lifted her legs onto his muscular shoulders, hoisting her ass a few inches into the air, giving him easier access to her.

“This looks to be a delicious position,” he whispered thickly.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as his giant cockhead slid erotically against her asshole and then rose to delicately part her nether lips.

His blue eyes blazed with passion, and his strong hands clasped her hips.

Hannah braced herself.

A split second later, he plunged his thick shaft deep into her wet and waiting cunt.

As he impaled her, the breath tore from her lungs. Hannah grabbed onto his bare wrists for support, digging her fingernails deeply into his skin, ignoring his wince of pain. Instinctively, she clamped her legs around Jacob’s neck and squeezed tightly. The movement made more room for him, and he dove his rod deeper than it had ever been before.

It filled her to bursting. Stretched her impossibly as his thick rod slammed into sensitive areas he’d never hit before.

He withdrew in an agonizingly slow movement that left her gasping in earnest as she awaited his re-entry. She didn’t have long to wait.

His bulging erection thrust deep inside her. The entire eight inches plunged valiantly along her hot channel, reawakening all her arousal centers, creating violent stirrings of an oncoming orgasm.

He must have felt she was on the edge of a climax because his pumping eased off ever so slightly, keeping her gasping for breath and anxiously waiting for him to bring her to a quick fulfillment.

But she knew she wouldn’t get her wish.

He wanted this to last a long time for her. And for himself.

Her grip around his wrists tightened as he continued to pump more slowly.

Deep, long, hard strokes that made her whimper with both pain and pleasure.

The strength and torturous slowness of his thrusts were amazing. Her cunt muscles clenched around his hot flesh every time he began to withdraw as if she were trying to keep him from leaving her.

Guttural moans of desire escaped his lips. The sound of it like music to her ears.

The pleasure his thick intrusion created made her forget the sadness claiming her about leaving here. Once they were finished making love they would have to leave. It was as if he was thinking the same thing. As if he wanted to make love to her forever.

Once again he picked up his pace. Shooting his hard penis into her like a massive battering ram. His tight balls slapped frantically against her ass turning her on even higher.

She heard him groan again as he pulled out of her and then slammed back inside.

Every time he entered her cunt his penis seemed to be hotter, thicker, filling her even more than the last plunge.

Desperation began to edge his thrusts. His penis thickened, and it shuddered inside her. She knew he was going to climax soon.

Opening her eyes, she watched the arousal flood his features. Perspiration drenched his forehead. Tiny muscles in his tightly clenched jaws spasmed wildly. And the cute way his eyes scrunched as he orgasmed inside her made her heart leap with joy.

But he didn’t release his load.

One of the delicious rumors that had circulated was he’d trained himself to have multiple orgasms without ejaculating.

The rumors had been true. She’d experienced that aspect many times during their lovemaking sessions yesterday, and she was experiencing it once again.

His face grew serene as the climax passed. Yet he continued to pump into her, keeping her on the edge of bliss. Making her gasp and whimper at the onslaught of his hard masculine thrusts.

By now Hannah’s cunt was totally soaked. She could feel the wetness of her cum leaking out of her. Could smell the sweet scent of her arousal drifting all around her. Her cunt muscles clenched at his hot penis, holding him tightly inside her as pleasure waves exploded yet again through her body.

This time her body shuddered with an orgasm like no other she’d ever experienced. Stars and blackness hovered at the sides of her vision as wave after violent wave of pleasure swallowed her whole, making her cry out at each impact.

She felt her limbs go weak at the assaulting pleasure. Felt her cunt spasm frantically around his thick rod as she sailed away into pleasure land.

From somewhere far away and a long time later, she heard Jacob’s tense shouts as he finally came inside her, spurting his hot love seed deep into her very core.

* * * *

Chapter Eight

“Hannah!” A rough shaking on her naked shoulder zipped through her sex induced nap with such a fervor she snapped her eyes open and gasped at the fear sparking Jacob’s eyes.

He pressed a warm finger to her lips and whispered, “Someone’s inside the house.”

Horrible shivers of terror ripped away any remnants of sleep.

Grabbing her hand and the sheet, he yanked her off the porch. Her tender feet slapped against painful sharp rocks, but she clamped down on a cry. In one violent jerk, he pulled her behind a sidewall of the stone mansion.

It wasn’t a moment too soon because the back door creaked open and light footsteps clomped across the wooden veranda where Jacob had just made love to her.

Her heart hammered violently against her chest as Jacob draped the sheet around her shoulders. From out of nowhere, his gun appeared in his hand.

“Who do you think it is?” she whispered through chattering teeth.

Jacob shook his head and said nothing.

Fear etched his eyes. His jaw were clenched tight. A muscle twitched wildly in his cheek. He looked as if he were a man ready to kill. The thought made her shiver. The approaching footsteps made her tremble even harder.

Jacob’s hand pressed firmly against her belly, pushing her behind him, protecting her from whoever was now descending the steps.

Hannah held her breath and peered over his shoulder. Her heart stopped the instant she saw a gun attached to a very large hand poke around the corner.

Jacob didn’t waste any time.

He grabbed the deadly pistol and yanked the intruder into the open.

Within a blink of an eye, it was all over.

A dark-haired man clad in the standard army green Hitman uniform lay sprawled on his back in the dust. His eyes blinked wildly up at them as Jacob pressed both the intruder’s gun and his own gun firmly against the man’s forehead.

To Hannah’s surprise, the intruder chuckled. No hint of fear showed in his fudge brown eyes. Nor did he appear concerned at the guns pointed firmly against his head. He acted as if he trusted Jacob not to pull the trigger.

Jacob, on the other hand, seemed to be taking the matter very seriously. Tenseness quivered the muscles in his bare shoulders. Waves of angry heat washed out of him, slamming into Hannah, sending signals of alarm shooting throughout her body.

“Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger, you back stabbing son of a bitch,” Jacob growled.

“Cause I’m your best friend?”

“You were my best friend, Tool. And now you’re a talking corpse.”

“I take it this must be Hannah?” The man looked up at her with an amusing twinkle in his eyes. “I’d shake hands, but I’ll save the introductions for later.”

His gaze swung back to Jacob. The smile drifted off Tool’s lips, and he said rather seriously, “We need to talk. Privately.”

To Hannah’s surprise, Jacob nodded and pulled the guns away from Tool’s forehead.

“I’ll meet you out front.”

Tool nodded. In an instant, he was on his feet, wiping the dust off his backside as he grinned at Hannah.

“Pleased to meet you, Hannah.”

With a burst of energy, he ascended the porch stairs and casually crossed the veranda toward the open door.

Hannah’s heart pounded violently against her chest as she watched Tool disappear into the darkness of the mansion.

“Why in the world did you let him go?”

“If he wanted us dead, we’d be dead by now,” he said coldly.

He grabbed her hand and slapped the warm handle of his gun into her palm and curled her fingers around it.

“If something happens to me, don’t hesitate to use this.”

“I can’t shoot anyone.” She tried to shove the deadly weapon back to him.

“You can, and you will. The safety catch is off. I need you to back me up. He tries anything, point the gun at his head, and pull the trigger. It’s as simple as that.”

The firmness in his voice had Hannah nodding obediently.

He grabbed her other hand and pulled her up the stairs and into the cool interior of the mansion.

* * * *

Jacob’s legs trembled as he stepped out the front door into the shadowy overhang with Tool’s gun clutched firmly in his hand.

Immediately, he spotted Tool leisurely leaning against the hood of his car, his arms crossed casually over his chest. He looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

But looks could be deceiving.

Sure, it was strange Tool had arrived in daylight. It was also suspicious that he had allowed his gun to be taken away so easily.

Tool was one of the best Hitmen in the field. He’d been on office duty monitoring the tracking devices simply because he was recovering from a bullet wound he’d suffered when he’d been training a Hitgal how to shoot. A Hitgal Tool had fallen head over heels in love with, clouding his judgment, and hence him getting shot and getting office duty.

Unfortunately, Jacob had taken advantage of Tool being in charge of the trackers, and Tool had turned him in.

The raw anger of betrayal zinged along Jacob’s nerves again, making his heart pound insanely.

He squinted his eyes and surveyed the surrounding buttercup riddled meadows and hillside for evidence that Tool had brought along some sort of welcoming party.

“I’m alone!” Tool called out when he spotted Jacob lurking in the shadowy alcove.

“You better be. Because if you aren’t, you’ll be the first one I take down with me.”

“You already know I wouldn’t have let you take my gun if I didn’t want you to.”

Jacob’s insides shook with indecision. Should he simply kill Tool right now, grab Hannah, and get the hell out of here?

Or should he hear what Tool had to say?

He took dead aim at Tool’s head and stepped out into the warm sunshine. Keeping the gun lined on his target, Jacob walked the twenty feet until he stood directly in front of him.

You know why I'm here, don't you? Tool asked.

He didn’t so much as acknowledge the gun pointed at his face.

“I have my suspicions.” Jacob’s fingers itched on the trigger. If he had to, he'd kill Tool in order to save Hannah and feel no pangs of guilt about doing it.

Your family is talking about making a deal with the Hitman Association.”

Jacob’s guts twisted in agony. “What kind of deal?”

“They want to turn Hannah over to the Association if the Association spares your life. Your family told me this might be one of the places you could be hiding. Before they finalize the deal, they want me to locate you first, then go back and tell them without letting you know of course.”

You going to tell them?

They promised me a million green ones if I did as they asked.”

“That all?

Tool grinned. You think mighty highly of yourself and that woman in there. I must admit she's quite a good-looking woman. She the one who's been on your mind all these years?

She's the one.

Tool's grin widened.

Jacob allowed himself to relax a bit.

Why did you turn me in, Tool?”

Raw pain sheared through Tool’s eyes, and instantly Jacob realized he’d been wrong about him. Guilt ripped through his guts like a lancing sword.

“I’m sorry I doubted you, Tool. It’s just when Sawblade showed up....”

“No apologies, Jake. I would have thought the same thing under the circumstances.”

“What happened?”

Good question. Near as I can figure, when I diverted the tracker system from your car to shadow another Hitman working in the area, I triggered some internal alarm that no one bothered to tell me about. The alarm got picked up. Within minutes of the divert, all hell broke loose, and I had them up my ass. No time to warn you. They stashed me into isolation. Interrogated me. I told them you wanted some down time because you'd hooked up with a woman. Anyways, they diverted the tracker back onto your car and sent Sawblade over to the hotel to help you with the hit that got away.”

“He found us.”

“I heard.”

Tool’s gaze slid to the two inches of white bandage peeking out from beneath Jacob’s tattered green shorts.

“War wounds on your leg.” His eyes traveled to Jacob’s wrists. To the scratches Hannah had branded him with when she’d dug her nails into his flesh while he’d pounded his aching shaft into her.

“More injuries on your wrists, shoulders, and back. Looks like you’ve had a tough time of it.”

Jacob’s face suddenly flushed with embarassment at Tool’s knowing grin.

“The entire Hit Association is turning over every stone trying to find you. Doesn’t look good for them that a Hitman and a Breeder Slave hooked up together. I guess you realize you’ve got a hit on your head.”

Jacob nodded.

“I’m glad I finally found you. I got a plan. You want to hear it?”

The last two sentences were spoken so casually it took Jacob a few seconds before it fully sank in that Tool was offering to help them.

Jacob nodded and lowered his weapon.

* * * *

Hannah clutched the gun tighter as she watched Tool get into his car.

Although she didn’t know how to use the weapon, she felt reasonably sure she would have shot Tool had he made the slightest suspicious move. There was no way in the world she would ever let anyone hurt her man.

Poking the gun out a crack in the glass of a dirty window, she’d aimed directly at Tool, her finger lodged on the trigger just like Jacob had suggested.

The two men had talked for a good twenty minutes. For the first few minutes, they’d been very serious. Then Jacob had lowered the weapon, and Hannah had been tenser than a cat on a hot tin roof as she’d wondered what they were discussing.

The front door creaked open and broke Hannah from her thoughts.

She hurried over to meet him.

What did he want? she asked when he stepped into the barren living room.

You know what? You look so damn good I could start eating you on the spot.”

He took her into his arms and tried to kiss her, but she quickly shoved him away.

What the hell is wrong with you? You just let him leave. What did he want? What is he doing here?

He's here to help us.

Bullshit! He's a Hitman, same as you. He's here to take us in. I'm packing. We’re leaving.

We're staying. His voice sounded so calm, Hannah thought he’d snapped.

You're insane.

I like being insane. It’s more fun this way. He reached out for her, and this time she allowed him to take her into his arms. Once again he tried to kiss her. She turned her head away in defiance.

“What did he want?”

“To help us.”

“And you believed him?”

“We can trust him. If we couldn't, we'd be dead by now.

“But you said he's the one who turned you in.

“It was a misunderstanding. Right now we’ve got to pack.”

“You just said we’re staying.”

“We are. But we’re going to have to abandon the house. It’ll only be for a few hours until Tool comes back for us.”

“What’s going on? Where are we going?”

“Go upstairs and take only what you need. Hide the rest. Hide it good so no one knows we were here. I’ll take care of everything down here. I’ll explain later.”

The excitement in Jacob’s voice was contagious, and Hannah headed for the stairs.

“Hannah?”

She turned around.

The teasing smile on his face made her breath back up in her lungs.

“Don’t forget the dildo. We’re going to need it.”

* * * *

Uneasiness intermingled with pleasure as Hannah tried hard not to squirm beneath Jacob’s arousing touches. He’d brought her down to the same secluded little love nest by the beach that they’d used all day yesterday.

Tall grass swayed lazily all around them, hiding them from view.

He’d also tried to reassure her that for now they were safe.

Hannah, on the other hand, was feeling a tad bit uneasy as she listened to the ocean waves lap gently against the sandy beach, half expecting to hear footsteps of many Hitmen sift through the nearby sand.

Thank goodness the only witness watching what Jacob was doing to her was the warm sun slowly climbing into the blue sky.

He’d already aroused her breasts by suckling them, pinching, and biting. And now Jacob had started his seductive ministrations elsewhere on her body in an effort to keep her calm.

Well, maybe calm was the wrong word.

Occupied might be a better word.

His thumb slid erotically over her clit, making her cunt moisten with a powerful need for him. The mini orgasms he created as he gently finger fucked her was having a damaging impact on the serious conversation she was trying to carry on with him.

“Are you sure you can trust him? Are you sure he won’t come back with an entire Hit Squad?” She bit out as a second masculine finger slipped erotically into her wet cunt.

He's going to secure a reliable car for us and some ID so we can cross the border to The Free States.”

Shock pushed aside her uneasiness. The Free States? You’re kidding? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?

“I had other things on my mind. Like getting you in the mood.”

Another long hot finger slipped inside her, and a small orgasm ripped through her body.

He grinned. The smoky desire clouding his eyes as he continued to massage her pleasure bud made her body sizzle with heat and want.

Tool's going to get us through to safety. You’ll see. We can trust him. He’s got someone at the border working for him.

It was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate on questioning him with all these mini orgasms ripping through her body, but she wouldn’t stop this pleasure for the world. She just wished he would put her curiosity to ease so she could really get into his lovemaking.

“I don’t understand. How can a Hitman have someone working at the border for him?”

He's got resources, Hannah. I can't tell you anymore than that. Not yet. Just know that we can trust him. By now, he’s spread the word that we’ve crossed the border. They won’t be looking too hard for us anymore. Meanwhile, do you like cold weather?

Not really. How do you know that he spread the word that we aren’t in The States anymore?

“It’s part of the plan he outlined to me.”

“What plan?”

“Hannah, don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. Please?”

“You sound like you’re begging.”

“That’s because I am. Begging to fuck you. Now, you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Do you like cold weather?”

“No, why?”

From what I hear, it's cold north of the border, and we're going to have to keep each other warm.

I like the sound of that.

Thought you would. You know what?

What?

His thumb stopped massaging, and his hand slowly withdrew his cream drenched fingers from her cunt.

I’m really thirsty.”

The fire in his bright blue eyes and the sight of his stone hard rod encouraged moistness to drip from between her legs. The blood in her veins began to boil with anticipation.

Turning slightly, she lifted her knees up and spread her legs wider, allowing Jacob easier access to her.

“Drink away,” she whispered and wiggled her hips invitingly.

He didn’t hesitate. Dipping his head between her legs, his hot breath caressed her moist clit, and she almost climaxed on the spot.

“Are you sure we can trust him? she gasped.

He chuckled. “You’ve already asked that question. Try not to worry. He's going to come through for us, Hannah. I’ve known him for four years. From what I’ve seen, he's good at his job.

So are you, she said softly.

Goodness the man had a tongue of a God. Long and lethal. And oh so powerful. His tongue thrusts were strong and hard, and the intense way he sucked at her clit made the rumblings of another orgasm begin deep within her woman’s core.

Suddenly he withdrew.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out in desperation.

His head lifted, and he grinned wickedly at her.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Hannah. Something very special. But first, I want you to get on your hands and knees, legs spread wide, face down, ass up in the air so I can get a good look at you.”

His dark voice wrapped around her in enticing waves. It excited her. Aroused her. At this point, she would do anything to get relief from the intense desire he’d unleashed inside her body with his tongue.

Quickly, she got into the position he wanted. Her head down toward the blanket, her ass high in the air, legs spread like he’d instructed.

“I didn’t want to do this to you just yet. Not until I had a chance to give you some time to get used to this idea . . . but because of I don’t know how much time we have....” A tiny shiver of fear scrambled up her spine at his words. “I want to show you so much pleasure, Hannah. Pleasure you never knew existed.”

The fear flushed away, replaced with the heated arousal again.

Was he kidding? Every time he made love to her he brought her such exquisite pleasure she’d never known something like it existed.

From behind her she could hear him stand up. A moment later, his large hands smoothed some of the warm yarrow healing oil over her ass cheeks.

“You’re ass is so velvety, so beautiful.” His words were soft and tender, his warm hands expertly caressing her curves.

The first stirrings of arousal rippled through her as a well-lubricated finger nudged against her anal hole.

“I want to take you, Hannah. I want to take you with the dildo in your cunt and me inside your sweet ass. I want to fill you up like you’ve never been filled before.”

Hannah’s heart thundered against her chest at the thought of being double penetrated.

She’d heard the Breeder Slaves whisper about how several Romero brothers would bring exquisite joy to one Breeder Slave.

Once Hannah had come upon a trio of Romero brothers fucking her best friend, Lara, another Breeder Slave. Agonized pleasure had scrunched up her friend’s face. The brothers had arranged Lara in such a way that as they stood she was sandwiched between two muscular Romero brothers. One pounded his huge rod into her rear while another brother had fucked her from the front. Sounds of frantic slurping had come from Lara’s mouth as she’d worked away on a third brother’s massive rod with her passion swelled lips.

The mesmerizing sight had unleashed a dark, searing arousal inside Hannah’s body.

From the shadows, she’d watched totally enthralled as the men made love to Lara. Their masculine grunts intermingled with her sweet feminine cries of arousal.

Hannah had found herself wishing they would see her. Wished they would invite her to join them, but they hadn’t seen her. Even if they had, they wouldn’t have invited her to join in the festivities. It was known throughout the Plantation that Hannah belonged exclusively to Simon until such a time as he decided to part with her.

Later that same night, Lara confided in Hannah that she’d seen her watching them. Lara had also confessed she loved to be fucked by three men. She was addicted to the Romero brothers and the pleasure they inflicted upon her.

Dangerous arousal had coursed through Hannah at Lara’s words. But Hannah had kept her secret fantasy to be taken by two or three men to herself. It was just a dark fantasy and nothing more.

Interestingly enough, Jacob was going to make her fantasy come true.

Hannah smiled inwardly. She was glad she’d fallen in love with a man who enjoyed variety in his sex life.

“You’re so tight, Hannah. So achingly tight. I can’t wait to fuck you. To pleasure you.” Around and around his fingers went, creating circles of sensual pleasure wherever he touched. Every once in a while a finger or two or even three dipped inside her anal hole, just a little deeper every time creating whispers of pleasure with every seductive stroke.

Strange sensations blossomed inside her ass, spreading toward her cunt like a wildfire.

Suddenly, she felt the thick head of her dildo press against the opening to her drenched cunt. Before she could mentally prepare herself, Jacob impaled her with the dildo in one deep thrust.

The unexpected fullness left her gasping for air and moaning for more.

Slowly, he pulled it back out again. She could hear the suctioning sound as her cunt muscles tried to keep the thick intrusion inside her. Could feel the excited quivers of her cunt as he slammed the dildo back inside.

Soon he was plunging in and out of her, and at the same time his hot flesh probed at her back door.

The excitement at the thought of one of her darkest fantasies coming to life was overwhelming. Thrusting her hips backward, she urged him to hurry it up.

His teasing chuckle penetrated through her layers of arousal. It frustrated her and made her a little angry.

“Jacob! Please hurry,” she found herself gasping.

She groaned in frustration as the dildo poised inside the mouth of her cunt.

An erotic grunt ripped loose from Jacob. Hannah’s breath hitched at the primal sound, and she gasped as his lubricated member slid slowly into the tight passage of her anus. Immediately, she realized this was going to be a different experience. An experience unlike any she’d ever had before.

The heat of Jacob’s member curled through her ass like a hard poker of fire, creating sparkles of dark agony and sweet pleasures that left her craving for more.

His thick cock filled her ass, stretching her muscles with such a sinful desire she threw her head back and cried out at its threatening intensity.

“That’s right, Hannah. Enjoy it! Enjoy the sensations.” Jacob slammed the massive dildo deep into her cunt again, making a wonderful soul wrenching ecstasy wrench her body. At the same time, he pounded his thick rod harshly into her backside, filling her like she’d never been filled before. Stuffing her with such agonizing and incredible sensations she couldn’t help but slip into a dark world. A dream world that eased away all her fears and filled her body with wonderful explosions and tidal waves of sizzling pleasures. A dark world that had her body convulsing wildly and her mind shattering into wonderful splinters of love, desire, and sensual cravings.

* * * *

Bang! You're dead. The masculine voice curled through Hannah’s layers of sleep, prodding her awake.

At first, she didn't realize the meaning of what had just been said. But when she opened her eyes and saw Jacob's friend Tool looking down at them, a gun held precariously in his hand, panic zipped through her veins, making Hannah bolt up.

The blanket covering her body slipped downward, revealing her breasts to the stranger.

Tool’s eyes widened in amusement and an appreciation that made Hannah blush despite her fear.

Grabbing the sheet, she covered herself and shook Jacob’s shoulder.

In an instant, Jacob’s eyes flickered open.

When he saw the gun in Tool’s hand, he cursed violently.

Tool shook his head slowly. You are really losing your touch, Jake. It's time for you to retire.

To Hannah’s surprise, he dangled the barrel of the gun from his fingers as if it were a dead mouse then threw the weapon onto the blankets covering Jacob's lap.

It was quickly followed by a package.

This the stuff? Jacob asked as he eagerly tore open the package, acting as if Tool hadn’t just scared the turnips out of both of them.

It's all there. You two better get ready to go because there isn't much time. My contact is in place at the border, but only for another two hours. It takes an hour and a half to get there. Grab what you need, I'll wait in the car.

Tool threw Hannah a grin and said, You take good care of Jacob.

I will.

Don't be long.

Hannah nodded.

The instant Tool left, Hannah scrambled out from beneath the blanket. Hurriedly, she picked up Jacob's clothes and threw them at him.

C'mon, get dressed. You heard the man.

How about one more quick fuck before we leave? He reached out and pulled her down onto his naked length.

His thick penis pulsed between her legs, and she couldn't help but be aroused.

Tool said we had to hurry, she breathed as anxiety intermingled with desire.

So we'll hurry.

His mouth came down on hers with a desperate need. Hannah moaned as his fingers slipped between her legs to fondle her clit.

She gasped into his mouth when his thumb lightly caressed her pleasure nub. She was wet within seconds.

All thoughts of freedom melted away the moment he entered her.

* * * *

Shit! Tool pounded the steering wheel of his car as they drew closer to the border patrol gate.

Hannah stiffened in alarm.

“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked.

She’s not there.”

Turn the car around. The alarm in Jacob’s voice sent icy shards of fear ripping through Hannah.

If I do that, then we'll never have another chance as good as tonight. Besides, I turn around now, it’ll draw attention to us. The ID’s are good forgeries, but we don’t need the extra attention.”

Hannah curled tighter against the back seat. Her thoughts tumbled in a waterfall of confusion and fear. She wished like crazy that Jacob were back here with her. Wished he could soothe away the tremors of fear.

But he wasn’t.

He was up front with Tool.

The grim outline of both their faces made perspiration form on her neck. A bead rolled down between her shoulder blades.

They drew closer to the Border Patrol.

Hannah inhaled a deep breath of the stuffy car air,

trying to calm herself.

It didn’t work.

She fought the sudden urge to bolt. She had no business involving Jacob and Tool in her flight for freedom. No right to ruin these two men’s lives if they were caught with her in the car.

“Are you okay?” Jacob’s soothing voice shattered her impending panic.

She nodded quickly and plastered a somewhat wobbly smile onto her face.

“Atta girl. It’ll be over soon.”

Jacob returned his attention to the front, leaving Hannah alone with the familiar panic rising inside her again.

How in the world had she ever allowed them to help her? They would get killed because of her selfishness and her desire for freedom.

The car rolled to a sudden stop.

Hannah just about jumped out of her skin when Tool lowered the window and a Border Guard dressed in an official looking blue uniform peeked his head inside.

Your ID's please.

Tool, who looked as calm as a cucumber, handed him their new ID's.

The guard, a young man of about twenty, scrutinized the pictures on the Identification cards. ID cards that Tool had secured so quickly for them.

Jacob had told her Tool had risked his life going into Hitman Headquarters to get their pictures from the files.

If they ever got out of The States, she’d owe these two men big time.

Suddenly, the Border Patrol guard’s dark eyes narrowed, and he looked at her.

Her pulse exploded.

Despite trying not to, Hannah tensed. She could feel the cold perspiration dot her forehead. Could feel the bitter taste of freedom slipping away.

The guard studied her until she wiggled nervously in the car seat.

To her surprise he said, Welcome to the Free States, Hannah.

Tool swore softly, and Hannah’s stomach did a dramatic flip.

Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were one of us? What happened to Cara? Why isn't she at her post? Tool hissed.

She was arrested a couple of hours ago. Someone must have found out about her, tipped off the authorities. They took her away.”

Son of a bitch! Do they have her in the back room?” Tool made a move to open the door, but the guard pushed his body against the door, preventing Tool from getting out.

She’s not here. Just stay calm. If you make a scene, the entire Railroad will be compromised.”

Hannah blinked in surprise and confusion.

These men worked for the Underground Railroad?

Did Jacob know? He didn’t seem surprised. Tool must have told him while outlining his plan back at the mansion earlier this morning.

He's right, Tool,” Jacob’s voice was strangled. “Don't attract any attention.”

The guard pretended to fiddle with the ID’s, but now Hannah could see his eyes were darting around nervously.

He spoke quickly, “If they break her, she’ll talk. You’re her main contact. You aren’t safe here anymore. You’ll have to go with Hannah and the Hitman. I've slipped your new ID beneath theirs. Just forget about Cara. She’s as good as dead.”

Hannah pulsed quickened with fear for the woman she’d never heard of or seen before.

“I’m going back for her,” Tool said between gritted teeth.

“You knew the rules when you signed up, Tool. So did Cara. Let’s just keep this strictly professional for the sake of the Railroad.”

Tool nodded numbly.

Hannah’s throat seized up at the brightness of tears shining in Tool’s dark eyes.

She felt the bitter sting of tears in her eyes too. Tool was suffering terribly. And it was all her fault. All because she wanted her freedom.

“You’re entering the Free States on permanent visas,” the guard continued and handed Tool back the ID’s, “Use them wisely.”

“I’m going to deliver these two according to plan. But then I’m coming back in for her.”

“If you do, Tool, you won't come back out alive. The Underground can’t afford to have you on the inside like a loose cannon. They’ll take you down, just like they’ll take care of Cara if the Border Guards don’t do it first. Is that understood?”

Tool didn’t say anything.

“Get the hell out of here, and don’t come back.” The Border Guard slapped the car door and waved them ahead.

Tool slammed the car into drive. Within seconds, he crossed the border and drove into the Free States.

Hannah should have been deliriously happy that she was free. She should have felt thrilled that she wouldn't have to endure the rest of her life being shared among men or producing babies at an alarming rate.

She should be happy that she could live the rest of her life with her very own sweet man.

Her gaze flew to Tool.

He gazed straight ahead as he drove in a quiet zombie-like state.

Obviously, his mind was on the woman named Cara. Hannah wondered what would happen to her during her interrogation. She wondered what kind of torture she would endure because of Hannah’s need for freedom.

She wondered what kind of relationship Cara and Tool had. They must have had something special for Tool to want to risk his life and go back to The States to get her.

Hannah swung her gaze to Jacob and found him staring at her.

You okay?

Hannah nodded.

We're free. His voice should have been happy, but he sounded tired and sad.

We're free, Hannah agreed.

But how free was she?

Her insides rumbled with guilt at leaving behind so many Breeder Slaves.

Men and women like herself who wanted to attain their own freedom. People who wished to pursue their own dreams. People trapped in The States with no way out.

No escape except with the help of courageous men like Tool.

The End