anticipate what stroking or licking or sucking action she’d perform next, but each one brought him closer and closer to climaxing.
A jerk, hard and unexpected, yanked him from behind. The neck of his shirt tightened around his Adam’s apple, choking his airwaves as he was propelled backward. Landing flat on his back, he gasped for breath. With his now limp dick sticking out of his fly, he stared up at a masked man pressing a gun to his forehead with a leather-gloved hand.
Chapter Ten
“Lady, get out of the car or your john gets it,” The gunman shouted without taking his eyes or gun from Max.
“ Joh …” Wendy stammered, sitting on the edge of the car seat, her feet planted on the macadam, her face stunned, her voice a shaky whisper.
The man in the woollen , black ski mask grabbed her wrist with his gun-free hand and wrenched her out of the car and onto her knees. Fear rounded her eyes. Max would’ve grabbed the man by his ankle to upend him, but with the handgun boring into his head, he’d have little chance of surviving long enough to be of any help to Wendy.
“I’d let you blow me too, but I don’t have time to fool around.” He waved the gun. “On your hands and knees.”
Max flinched but could do little else. When she complied, she attempted to reach for Max when the assailant stepped on her hand. She cried out in pain. He laughed again, but this time the pitch of his glee was high and wild. He sounded deranged.
Max bided his time when every fibre of his being urged him to pounce and beat the crap out of the gunman, bullet or no bullet. But where would that leave Wendy?
“Any moves and you die.” The gun barrel stabbed against Max’s forehead with enough force to break the skin while their attacker ground his shoe heel into Wendy’s hand. She whimpered.
“Any heroics and she’ll pray to die before I’m done with her.” The gunman lifted his work-booted foot.
Max cringed, fearing he’d stomp on her hand, perhaps breaking bones. He lunged to meet the gun butt smashing against the bridge of his nose and a boot heel against his groin, the brunt of which he dodged. Once he was down again bleeding and in pain, the car thief pushed Wendy flat on her stomach.
Asshole . Max fisted his hands at his sides to keep his cool. He might be able to get a punch in…before they both got shot.
“I don’t have much cash on me, but I have a credit card.” Max figured he could pay off the crook for now and deal with him another day. He’d track him down if it took him and a dozen PIs a lifetime.
With a smirk visible through the mouth hole of the ski mask, the attacker nodded towards Max’s open fly. “Take your wallet outta your pants pocket.” He snickered. “Slow. One quick move and I pull the trigger and blow your cock off.”
Glad not to have the jerk rustling in his jeans while he was exposed, Max slipped the wallet from his back pocket and held it away from himself. The man snatched it.
“Both of you stay down until I drive off.” He lifted the mask away from his lower face, his chin and mouth red and wet from sweat, and sneered at the car. “What a waste of a sweet ride. Beats me why anyone would want a damn hybrid and in pearl blue no less. But my customers want fancy.”
Wendy’s blue eyes glittered with pain and fear. They pleaded with Max to stay down.
He swallowed his male pride and let the gunman go without trying to tackle him. His dignity was a small price to pay in exchange for Wendy’s safety.
He watched helplessly as the gunman jumped in the driver’s seat, tore off his knitted ski mask and tossed it on the seat next to him. With a squeal of wheels, the carjacker sped out of the lot, quickly blending into the heavy expressway traffic.
“Are you okay?” Max shook off his pain and rolled to his feet to help Wendy up. Her legs were rubbery as she stood. She inhaled large gulps of air as if to ward off a crying jag.
He steadied her with his arm around her
A jerk, hard and unexpected, yanked him from behind. The neck of his shirt tightened around his Adam’s apple, choking his airwaves as he was propelled backward. Landing flat on his back, he gasped for breath. With his now limp dick sticking out of his fly, he stared up at a masked man pressing a gun to his forehead with a leather-gloved hand.
Chapter Ten
“Lady, get out of the car or your john gets it,” The gunman shouted without taking his eyes or gun from Max.
“ Joh …” Wendy stammered, sitting on the edge of the car seat, her feet planted on the macadam, her face stunned, her voice a shaky whisper.
The man in the woollen , black ski mask grabbed her wrist with his gun-free hand and wrenched her out of the car and onto her knees. Fear rounded her eyes. Max would’ve grabbed the man by his ankle to upend him, but with the handgun boring into his head, he’d have little chance of surviving long enough to be of any help to Wendy.
“I’d let you blow me too, but I don’t have time to fool around.” He waved the gun. “On your hands and knees.”
Max flinched but could do little else. When she complied, she attempted to reach for Max when the assailant stepped on her hand. She cried out in pain. He laughed again, but this time the pitch of his glee was high and wild. He sounded deranged.
Max bided his time when every fibre of his being urged him to pounce and beat the crap out of the gunman, bullet or no bullet. But where would that leave Wendy?
“Any moves and you die.” The gun barrel stabbed against Max’s forehead with enough force to break the skin while their attacker ground his shoe heel into Wendy’s hand. She whimpered.
“Any heroics and she’ll pray to die before I’m done with her.” The gunman lifted his work-booted foot.
Max cringed, fearing he’d stomp on her hand, perhaps breaking bones. He lunged to meet the gun butt smashing against the bridge of his nose and a boot heel against his groin, the brunt of which he dodged. Once he was down again bleeding and in pain, the car thief pushed Wendy flat on her stomach.
Asshole . Max fisted his hands at his sides to keep his cool. He might be able to get a punch in…before they both got shot.
“I don’t have much cash on me, but I have a credit card.” Max figured he could pay off the crook for now and deal with him another day. He’d track him down if it took him and a dozen PIs a lifetime.
With a smirk visible through the mouth hole of the ski mask, the attacker nodded towards Max’s open fly. “Take your wallet outta your pants pocket.” He snickered. “Slow. One quick move and I pull the trigger and blow your cock off.”
Glad not to have the jerk rustling in his jeans while he was exposed, Max slipped the wallet from his back pocket and held it away from himself. The man snatched it.
“Both of you stay down until I drive off.” He lifted the mask away from his lower face, his chin and mouth red and wet from sweat, and sneered at the car. “What a waste of a sweet ride. Beats me why anyone would want a damn hybrid and in pearl blue no less. But my customers want fancy.”
Wendy’s blue eyes glittered with pain and fear. They pleaded with Max to stay down.
He swallowed his male pride and let the gunman go without trying to tackle him. His dignity was a small price to pay in exchange for Wendy’s safety.
He watched helplessly as the gunman jumped in the driver’s seat, tore off his knitted ski mask and tossed it on the seat next to him. With a squeal of wheels, the carjacker sped out of the lot, quickly blending into the heavy expressway traffic.
“Are you okay?” Max shook off his pain and rolled to his feet to help Wendy up. Her legs were rubbery as she stood. She inhaled large gulps of air as if to ward off a crying jag.
He steadied her with his arm around her
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