Free KanesBounty by A.S. Fenichel Page A

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down the other immediately, but didn’t think it was the right time to get
hammered. She was likely going to have to run soon.
    Wade downed a shot. “I need this girl, Kane. If you don’t
give her over, I’m taking her.”
    Kane drank a shot. “Now we both know that’s not going to
happen, Shamus.”
    “Stop calling me that. I hate that name.”
    Kane smiled and waited while Wade drank the last shot.
    “The people who want her are real serious,” he said in a
loud whisper.
    “Banta?”
    Wade shook his head, looked around and signaled for the
waitress. He made a round motion toward the table.
    The waitress came over with four more shots a minute later.
Kane paid the bill.
    Wade took another shot and another. “Banta works for her
ex.” He pointed to Lena. “Ain’t that something? I mean, I don’t like my ex
none, but I wouldn’t be sending a freak like Banta out after her no matter what
she’d done.”
    He drank down another shot.
    Lena didn’t say anything. She watched with great interest as
Shamus Wade drank his fifth shot of tequila. He then turned to her and looked
between them. “You don’t got the hots for her, do you?” He rubbed his face.
“Kane, I thought you were better than this. This one is trouble from the
get-go.” He started to slur his words.
    “I’m aware of that.” Kane gave her a smile.
    A moment later, the last shot sat empty on the table. Kane
had already ordered four more shots and they arrived just in time. Wade drank
another two as if he were a chain smoker lighting his next smoke.
    “Perhaps you should stop drinking those, Mr. Wade,” Lena
suggested.
    Wade looked at her as if she was an alien. He picked up
another shot and had some trouble getting it to his mouth. His head lolled to
one side.
    The punch was almost too quick for her to see. Kane popped
Wade in the side of the head and then caught him as he fell from the chair. He
then dragged the large man into the corner behind their table, drank down the
last shot of tequila and left a fifty on the table. “Time to go, Lena.” He
picked up his duffle and reached for her hand.
    She took his hand. Warmth spread from his fingers. Her heart
rate had begun to return to normal as the bounty hunter got drunker and
drunker. Now it sped up again. Just holding hands with Kane was enough to
excite her.
    A moment later, they were on the street again. “Where to?”
she asked.
    “Unfortunately, we can’t go back to that nice room. It’s a
shame. I had big plans for that bed tonight.”
    Her nipples tightened and she let down her mental wall. He
stopped in the street, turned and pulled her in for a fast, hard kiss. Moisture
pooled between her legs once again. I’m running for my life and all I can
think about is fucking this man. I must have lost my mind.
    He broke the kiss and gave her one of his heart-stopping
smiles. They walked quickly to the next block and hailed a cab.
    * * * * *
    The small, private airstrip had one hangar and it was
completely dark. The taxi driver seemed hesitant to leave them at the deserted
location, but Kane gave him a fifty-dollar tip and told him it was fine, he
knew the owner.
    She stayed close behind him, moving along the building in
nearly total darkness. Only the half-moon lit their way. They reached a door at
the side of the metal building, Kane turned the knob and they were inside.
    “I’m guessing you’ve been here before.” It was even darker
inside. Lena tried to make out the shadows of large objects. She guessed they
were airplanes.
    “A few times. A friend of mine owns this place.” He found
her hand even in the darkness and tugged her through the maze of objects she
couldn’t quite make out.
    Another door and he said, “Wait here a second.” His voice
was low and just next to her ear. She felt his breath on her lobe and her clit
pulsed with desire.
    He moved away. She could hear his footsteps and then
something fell over before a small desk lamp revealed an interior office with