Chapter 3 Spanish Lugs

He slid into the car with me straddling him. Don't ask how he managed that because I am still trying to it figure out myself.

I went to move to the other side of the car when he placed his hands on my hips to kept me sealed on him.

He looked into my eyes, "Don't you ever run from me again."

I turned my face away from, "What is your plan? Keep me locked up until my father pays you."

He laughed throwing his head back as his hips adjusted as I remember that I am in a little silk nightgown with just panties under when I felt his bugle in his pant thrusting against my core.

Fuck.

Damn, Big Bad Wolf has some serious wood. Big and stiff. Why am I thinking about his cock when he kidnapping me? Oh, that right. It hard -literally- hard to ignore the wood that is poking me. He leaned towards me as the car started to move when he reached my ear, I felt his warm breath whispered into my ear, "Senorita, you are getting wet. I can feel it."

I blushed as I tried to hide.

Become small.

Look Small Lillian.

It works with bears so not why big Spanish lugs. He laughed as he pushed me off of him. Finally, but it left me with mixed up feelings right now.

He fucking hot as hell but he is my kidnapper. He only wants to use me until my father pays him.

"Do you really think your father is going to pay for your freedom?" he mutter as I looked out the window with my arms behind me. It starting to hurt like hell.

I looked up at him not answering instead asking, "Where are we going?"

He snickered as he laid his head back, "Better get some rest, Senorita. It is going to be a long ride to Mexico."

I groaned as I laid my head on the window when my eyes finally won over my exhausting. I fell into a slumber that I can't understand.

It must been couple hours when we must have hit a pothole that woke me up with my hands still behind my back, but I felt something on my both of cheeks of my face.

One side of my cheek I am laying on his lap and on the other is his fingers was sliding against my skin when I heard his raspy voice, "Senorita, wake up."

I sat up as he smirked at me, "I am going to take the ropes off but if you get out of hand or say anything at the border, you will suffer a punishment. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded as he pulled out a knife.

He cut through the ropes as my wrist came flying in front of me as I rubbed the area trying to get circulation back into my hands as he looked down then looked at me as he studied me.

He reached for my arm then dragged me to his side, "You are going to be a good little girl and keep your mouth shut." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his gun. My eye widened when he threw his arm over my head and in front of me.

He bent down when he pushed my foot out of the way to a secret compartment and placed his gun in there. He lifted back up then looked behind him as he stretched back as he was looking for something.

I kept my eyes on the window trying not to see his long torso being stretched out that I could see every single one of his muscles against his shirt.

Why do guys have to have muscles that us woman have to drool over.

I mean damn ladies do we have to be worst then men drooling.

I mean yes, they make more noticeable but damn the thoughts that run through our minds are dirtier than theirs.

Have you read some of the shit that woman write.

Like hot damn, I need a fucking cold shower or a really good vibrator to get the images out of the head.

He pulled a blanket out of the back and placed it around us to hind that I was still in a nightgown.

I am guessing they don't see a lot of people in nightgowns that me in one would make it look suspicious going through the border. Then again, they probably seen their share of crazies.

Instead of his arm going back around me I felt his hand on my knee as we pulled up to the check point.

A border patrol knocked on the driver's window asking for passports when my head snapped to Miguel.

He smirked as the driver gave him passports. How the fuck? I don't have a passport.

"Business or travel?" the patrol officer asked. The driver looked up in the rear-view mirror as I felt Miguel's hand travel up my leg when my eyes widened.

What the fuck is he doing?

"Residents." The driver answered as Miguel's hand sneaked up my leg. The patrol office looked back at me and Miguel then looked at the driver, "The girl?"

The driver smirked as I felt Miguel's hand trace the outline of my panties when I grabbed his wrist.

This fucking asshole. The driver said, "His fiancé."

My eyes widened when I looked up at Miguel when the patrol office asked me, "Is this true? Are you his fiancé?"

I had a ring on my right hand that I quickly switched over to my left and on the ring finger. I gave him a nod with a winning smile and lifted my left hand to show him the ring.

At this point, Miguel has managed to have his hand over my panties as he rubbed the tip of his fingers against the fabric making me heat up and turn red. I am getting wet. Fuck why is he doing this to me? I think I made him happy on what I just did.

Little too happy if you are catching my drift.

The patrol officer handed the passports back then I jumped when the patrol office hit the back of the SUV, "Move it along."

Miguel squeezed his hand around my mount placing pressure against my sweet spot. I arched my back as my fingers are wrapped around his thick wrist as my fingernails dug under his skin when I let out a slight moan, "fuck."

He chortled as he leaned his lips to my ear as he whispered, "Good girl, Senorita. Call me impressed" The car pulled over the broader as we are now in Mexico.

Fuck.

There is no way I am getting home from here.

I am tucked right into Miguel's side, feeling horny as fuck right now after he did what he did, and I want to go home. Fucking tease. He teasing me this asshole.

"Do you know Spanish?"

I looked up at him as I shook my head, "I don't." He chuckled as I noticed us pulling into a gate that a massive house sat behind, "Good."