Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 122

Will

I’d never fucked so hard or so often in so short a span, but I was a man on a mission. As long as I could keep McKenzie focused on her body, she wouldn’t be in her head and thinking about the awful things that had happened the day before.

I was exhausted, mentally and physically, by the time we dragged ourselves out of our motel room the next day and headed to the blue Saturn Hoot had “acquired” while McKenzie was sleeping the day before. I was pretty sure, after seeing the chopshop, the Saturn was probably the result of ten different cars being cannibalized, but it had four wheels and ran and had enough room in the back for McKenzie to put her head in my lap and sleep, so it checked all my boxes.

“You gonna sleep, too?” Hoot asked as we pulled away from the motel.

“I should,” I admitted. “But I want to be here if she wakes up.”

He grunted his agreement. “You’ve got a way with her.”

“I’m grateful for that today. I know she still feels bad about Sam. And we did witness her grandparents….”

“Mhm. Y’all are a bit green, but you’ve got it where it counts. I know you would’ve shot that bastard if the safety weren’t on,” he said.

“I would have. I tried to,” I replied.

“I know you did. We’ll just make sure you know about takin’ the safety off next time.” He glanced back and met my eyes. “Just sayin’, this learnin’ ain’t gonna make you a thing like your pawpaw.”

I winced. It had occurred to me that if I was able to coldly stare down the length of a gun and shoot a man, I might be more like my grandfather than I thought. “I hope not.”

“You ain’t shippin’ folks in containers, lettin’ ’em die and not carin’,” he reminded me.

True. “I want to put a stop to all of that. But who are we going to be able to trust?” I asked. “How am I ever going to be able to give evidence in court if even law enforcement just wants to turn me in for the ransom?”

“I’m workin’ on it.” He stared out the window, deep in thought. “Gettin’ people to court in one piece ain’t really in my wheelhouse.”

“I get the impression you were more on the other side of things,” I hazarded.

Hoot nodded. “I was. If it weren’t for Jake, I’d have been on your tail, too, back in my day. I’m retired now.”

“What happened with Jake to make him so important to you?” I asked.

“Nah. That’s a story I won’t be tellin’ you,” he said quietly. “It’s between me and Jake.”

“Okay,” I conceded. “I know he’ll at least get a proper funeral. I’m sorry you have to miss it.”

He shook his head sadly. “He ain’t gettin’ no funeral. I’ll bet you my left nut them’s who are after you took his body and disappeared it.”

Shock washed over me, and it quickly turned to rage. “But he saved our lives.”

“Life ain’t fair, Will. Best you get used to it now,” he said.

I swore. “I promise, Hoot. By the time this is over, I’ll make sure everyone has a proper funeral. Including McKenzie’s grandparents… and even Sam, I guess. I think he just snapped. It all got to be too much for him.”

“I like how you give people grace. Even those who’ve wronged you.” He pulled the car off the highway and took an exit. “Y’all are better than this life.”

“There’s not a whole lot we can do about it right now, like you said,” I sighed. “Who are we going to trust besides you?”

“Don’t trust anyone besides me,” he said harshly. “Never trust anyone besides me.”

I frowned slightly at the strength of his reply, but then, we were in dire straits. There wasn’t anyone we could trust but him. “Are we going to find Jacey and Caleb?” I asked.

“Probably. That’s the plan, anyway,” he muttered. “Need to get all of y’all someplace safe.”

“And Jake had no idea where they might have gone?” I pressed.

Hoot shrugged. “Might be he did; might be he didn’t. He was more concerned about McKenzie. You’re just a bonus.”

“Well, thanks for taking me on,” I said.

“You’re welcome.” He looked out at the road. When we stopped at a stoplight, he turned all the way around to look me dead in the eye. “If it comes down to you or McKenzie, though, you’d best know I’ll leave you in the dust.”

“I hope so,” I responded just as fervently.

“Good.” He turned back to watching the light.

McKenzie stirred in my lap. I prayed for her to go back to sleep, but instead, she blinked up at me, smiling in a carefree way. Then I watched it all come back. Her smile faded completely, and her eyes welled with tears.

“Hey, honeybee.” I stroked her hair. “Do you want to sleep some more?”

“I don’t think I can,” she whispered. “I’m afraid of what I’ll see.”

“Did you have bad dreams?” I murmured sympathetically. I wasn’t exactly keen on sleeping myself after what I’d seen.

She shook her head. “Not while I was laying in your lap.”

“Good. Want to try it again? I’m still here. I’ll still be here. I can watch over your dreams,” I promised.

“No. But thank you.” She sat up but still huddled into me, a faraway look in her eyes.

I put my arm around her and rubbed her shoulder and the back of her neck. “I’m here,” I murmured.

McKenzie squeezed my thigh in acknowledgment. “Hoot?” she asked.

“Yeah, darlin’?” he replied.

“Are we stopping soon? I think I must have missed our last pit stop,” she said awkwardly.

He nodded. “We’ll be gettin’ where we’re goin’ in the next half hour or so. Can you wait that long?”

She chewed her lip, and I was about to plead on her behalf when he turned at the next light and pulled into a gas station.

“Can’t hurt to top up,” he said. “Y’all go do your business.”

“Thanks, Hoot.” She hopped out of the car, and I followed her. I stood guard outside the bathroom while Hoot topped off our gas.

The whole thing went off without incident, or so I thought. She was in the bathroom for a long time, but finally the door opened. I held out my hand to McKenzie, but, to my shock, she yanked me into the one-stall bathroom with her, closed the door, and locked it.

“McKenzie?” I asked.

“I need you to make it go away again,” she rasped. Her eyes were puffy and pink, her cheeks streaked with tears.

“Oh, honeybee, have you been crying?” I asked, laying my palm against her wet cheek.

She nodded and stepped toward me, pressing herself against me and wrapping her arms around my waist. “I need you to make it go away, Will.”

I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her gently. “I’m not sure how to do that right now….”

“You know how to do that. Right now,” she replied and stroked her hand over the front of my pants.

I hissed and Mr. Big was at immediate attention. “We shouldn’t keep Hoot waiting. And this is a public restroom….”

“Please?” she begged me, starting to unzip my pants. I tilted her chin up to promise her we’d do it later, as many times as she wanted, but that here and now wasn’t appropriate.

But when I looked into those green eyes welling with fresh tears, I couldn’t deny her. “Okay. Okay, honeybee. We’ll do it quickly.” I put my hand over hers and helped her finish the job of opening my pants and scooping my rigid cock free of my boxers. “Pants and panties,” I ordered her.

McKenzie toed off her tennis shoes and dropped her bottoms onto the edge of the sink. I guided her back against the wall in the small space next to the hand dryer. “I’m going to lift you. When I do, wrap your legs around my waist and hang on. I’m fucking you right here against the wall.”

She nodded her understanding. I lifted her up and right down onto my cock. Taking my full length, all at once, without any foreplay made her gasp. Still, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and clung to me.

“We’ll do it better next time, but this has to be fast, honeybee,” I managed to grit out before I began drilling her against the wall, fast and dirty. She started to cry out in pleasure and pain, but I swallowed her cry with my mouth, fusing my lips over hers.

There was no need for the rest of the gas station to know what we were doing.

I gripped her hips and rammed into her until I felt her tighten around my cock. Despite our less than ideal circumstances, McKenzie came with a cry against my lips.

Her orgasm brought on mine, and I pumped my cum into her, groaning.

I pulled out before either of us had fully recovered and grabbed a paper towel to clean McKenzie up before she put her panties and pants back on.

“Thank you,” she whispered, tears replaced by a flush of passion on her cheeks.

“Don’t thank me yet. I’ll bet Hoot is not happily waiting for us right now,” I said as I helped her back into her clothes.

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Hopefully, Hoot will understand.”

I unlocked the bathroom door and glanced around. I didn’t see Hoot, which was odd. I’d expected him to be tapping his foot right outside the door.

“No Hoot?” she asked, looking around as well.

“Not here,” I said. I nodded to the bored cashier as we passed her and pushed open the gas station door, still searching for Hoot.

The Saturn was there, gas nozzle back on the pump, but there was no Hoot.

“I hope he’s okay,” McKenzie whispered.

It did feel like a whispering kind of moment. It was almost too quiet.

Then I heard Hoot talking around the side of the gas station. I put my finger to my lips, though I wasn’t sure what instinct told me we needed to be quiet, and tugged McKenzie toward the icebox just at the corner of the store building itself.

“Yeah, I’ve got them. What do you take me for?” Hoot was saying to someone. There was a pause, then, “Well, I lost three of them because one of ’em went loopy, but we’re lookin’ for the Killeens right now. I’m gonna use the daughter as bait, of course. This ain’t my first rodeo.”

McKenzie’s hand flew to her mouth, and she looked at me with wide, frightened eyes.

I frowned, hoping against hope that Hoot was just shooting the breeze with some other professional in the field. My brain provided the explanation that he had to keep up a tough front for us. That has to be it.

“No, I ain’t bringin’ ’em to you right now. I don’t care if you got a jet waitin’ in the hangar. I need the girl to get the parents, and I need Will to keep the girl. If you got problems with that, you shoulda hired someone else,” Hoot continued.

McKenzie’s expression said she felt betrayed, but I squeezed her hand reassuringly. This was all just some big misunderstanding. It had to be.

“Tarnation, Ibrahim, I ain’t got the patience for that,” Hoot snapped. “If you ain’t got a bead on the Killeens, I don’t know what to tell you. I did my part. You’re gonna have to track ’em down and tell me where they are or there ain’t a damn thing I can do for you. Not while I’m babysittin’ these younguns.”

My blood ran cold. Ibrahim.

I backed up slowly, taking McKenzie with me. I shook my head vigorously at her as a warning. Of course, my foot crunched down on an empty pop can.

“The… ah, hell’s bells, Ibrahim, I think I been caught,” Hoot said.

“Run!” I mouthed to McKenzie.

We ran.