Page 4 of Ride Forever
Chapter 2
Sloane
The revolver was sitting on the table when I stepped into the motel room.
The mother-of-pearl grip shimmered in the light, and I shivered despite the heat. I didn’t know why Chaser brought it with us. Now I knew what the gun symbolized, I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to keep it. Then there was the fact I’d killed Marini with it.
“You haven’t heard from Gasket?” I asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
“No. It’s only a matter of time,” he replied, filling a glass with water from the bathroom sink.
“Is that safe to drink?” I grimaced as Chaser handed me the glass. Lifting it up to the light, I checked for floaties. “I heard there was uranium in Las Vegas water. You know, from all the nuclear tests the army did out in the desert.”
“Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Radiation poisoning is no laughing matter.”
Chaser raised an eyebrow and fished around in the plastic bag hanging off the corner of one of the chairs. After a moment of annoying plastic crinkling, he tossed me a packet of Advil. “Here, take some for your headache.”
Shrugging, I slipped two pills into my mouth and chased them down with some water. Seriously, worse things had happened to me, so what was a little radiation? I rubbed my temple as Chaser sat beside me, the mattress dipping.
He took the sheet of pills from my hand and popped two out onto his palm. I watched him down them dry with utter fascination. It wasn’t only his acknowledgment of pain that had me rattled, it was also wondering how the tablets went down without getting stuck in his throat.
“Are you okay?” I asked, realizing I hadn’t asked. I didn’t think I had to, but every day held a new surprise for us.
“I’m fine.”
“Your leg…”
“It took a hit, but it held.” He plucked the glass from my hand and took a sip of tepid water before placing it on the floor.
“We can’t do anything until your face heals, can we?”
“The bruising will be gone in a week or two,” he replied. “That’s no time at all.”
“So we have to wait until then to make a move?”
“Bruises draw attention. Unless you want to dab a bit of makeup on my face, we’re better off sticking around. No one’s caught our scent yet.”
“You want me to put foundation on your face?” I laughed and couldn’t imagine it. Chaser’s skin was perfection…usually. “I can put a little mascara on your lashes. It would really make your eyes pop.”
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” He reached over and grasped my face, then twisted his body over mine, forcing me down onto the bed.
“Why not?” I murmured, allowing my legs to open as he moved over me. “You have lashes a woman would die for.”
“Eyelashes are a stupid thing to bleed over.”
“It’smetaphoric,” I drawled.
He grunted, tracing a path along my neck with his lips.
“Hey, Chaser?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna do me? I hear orgasms are great for headaches.”
His fingers found the zipper on my jeans shorts. “Thought you’d never ask.”
