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  But Brody was not interested in answering that question. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been in touch in a couple days. I need to finish this project before I can think about anything else.”

  “That’s okay,” she said. “I’ve been busy with some stuff too.”

  “After this week, I promise.”

  “You don’t have to convince me,” Hannah said. She reached out for his hand and took hold of it. “I believe you.”

  “I’m not trying to convince you of anything.” He turned his eyes back toward her. “You mean a lot to me. More than I’ve let on.”

  She smiled. “You mean a lot to me too.”

  They looked into each other’s eyes and for a few moments everything was perfect. They were together again and nothing else around them existed. The sound went mute, the lights went dark, the people around them vanished. It was a moment that couldn’t last. It was too fragile, too perfect. And it didn’t.

  Brody saw something out of the corner of his eye. He broke his gaze and looked back out the window. “Shit!”

  Hannah followed his eyes out toward the street but she didn’t see anything particularly alarming. “What is it?”

  “I have to go. I’m sorry.” Brody stood up and tossed a hundred dollar bill on the table.

  “Wait.” But it was no good, he had already turned his back on her and was hurrying out of the restaurant.

  He was leaving her once again. And worse, she was letting him get away. She looked over at the table where she was supposed to be sitting. They seemed to like her despite her aloofness during lunch. Maybe she was putting on a better front than she had given herself credit for. If she went back it was possible that she could secure a job and set off on the path toward the future that she had always thought that she had wanted.

  But today was not the day for that. She was determined to go down a different path, no matter what the consequences. She didn’t have time to explain the circumstances or come up with an excuse. She had to leave right then. She got up and walked out of the restaurant in Brody’s footsteps, leaving the certainty of a comfortable future behind.

  SEVEN

  The Pursuit

  Brody dashed to his car as soon as he exited Remy’s. He'd been watching the BMW for an hour and of course it was at that particular moment Hannah sat down that the driver decided to return. He felt guilty for running out on Hannah like that, but there wasn’t much else that he could have done.

  He told himself that once this job was done and over with that he’d be able to give her the attention that she so rightly deserved. He just hoped that she was willing to stick around that long.

  For now he had to concentrate on business. The BMW’s owner was traveling with one of his lackeys this time around. He had gone to lunch at the place across the street from Remy’s and left his body guard to watch the car.

  Brody concluded that he probably brought a bodyguard with him to any meeting such as this which basically ruled out the idea of swiping the car off the street. He would have to keep after him, searching for another opening. He could see now why Sergei had give him this assignment. It would take patience. The kind of patience that his fellow thieves rarely possessed. After all, those who went into a life of crime were rarely the measured, patient type.

  He reached his Impala, hopped inside, and turned the key in the ignition. He was just about to pull out when the passenger side door opened. Brody looked over to find Hannah sitting next to him.

  “You can’t be here,” he said to her.

  She slung her seat belt over her chest and buckled herself in. “I want to come with you.”

  Brody saw the BMW pulling away. “Hannah, this is not a good time.”

  “Take me with you,” she insisted.

  He was losing precious time by arguing. “You don’t want to be a part of this.”

  Still she didn’t move. She just looked at him with steely determination. If he wanted to get her out of the car he would have to physically lift her out of it. And he didn’t have time for that.

  “Fine.” He said, as he pulled out in pursuit of the BMW.

  He was able to keep a sizeable distance from the car as it didn’t seem to be in much of a rush at this point. They made their way through the streets at a leisurely pace.

  “Where are we going?” Hannah asked.

  Since he didn’t really know exactly, Brody couldn’t give her much of an answer. “You’ll see when we get there.” Better than outright telling her that he was tailing someone.

  As he drove he noticed that she was looking over at him with doe eyes.

  He really didn’t need this right now. He liked her too but this was not what he should be concentrating on right now. One slip up and he could lose the target. Or worse, be spotted by him. As much as it pained him, he had to do his best to ignore her for now and focus as hard as he could on the road.

  Normally he was able to drive naturally without even thinking about it. But now every movement was a considerable effort. He was hyper-aware of every one of his own decisions: how he bent his ankle while pressing down on the gas, how his hands left just a trace of motion on the wheel whenever he moved them, how he lost sight of the BMW for a nanosecond whenever he blinked.

  It was then that he became aware of her hand on his leg. He had been so worried about driving that he hadn’t noticed it at first. But as she slid it up his thigh there was no way that he could pretend it wasn’t there. She reached the bulge in his jeans, which had rapidly grown in the last few moments, and began to rub her hand on top of it.

  She massaged his cock through his jeans as he followed the BMW onto the highway. For the first time today, the target made a move that actually worked out for Brody. A little stress-free highway driving was exactly what he needed right now.

  Hannah took her hand off of the protrusion in his pants but only in order to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip. She reached into his pants and freed his cock from its denim confines, tugging on it playfully.

  “How far away are we?” She asked with a sly tinge in her voice.

  “It’s hard to say,” he said with some difficulty. His breathing was becoming irregular now.

  She gave his cock a squeeze. “I can’t convince you to find some place to stop, can I?” She accentuated the question by rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb.

  “Unfortunately not,” he said, as much as he desperately wanted to right now.

  “Well then I guess I’ll just have to make due.”

  She pulled on his cock a few more times before lowering her head toward his lap. Now more than ever Brody found himself struggling to focus on the BMW ahead of him. He felt her hair brush against the sensitive skin of his dick as she lowered her face down to his lap. He shifted in his seat. He’d never felt such a conflict between his work and his personal pleasure. The target was probably just heading back to his mansion. But he had to be sure.

  He felt Hannah’s lips wrap delicately around his cock. They were soft, wet, and warm. She lowered her lips around the head of his dick and tickled it playfully with her tongue. It felt so good that he almost felt like he was being punished for ignoring her.

  She was forcing him to recognize that she was in the car with him and showing him what he was missing out on by not getting off the road. She knew he couldn't enjoy it as fully as possible. It was like a game to her. A game to see how crazy she could drive him. And so far she was winning.

  She pressed her advantage further as she slowed lowered her lips down the shaft of his cock. She didn’t stop until Brody felt the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. She then started the long journey back up, sucking all the way. She then repeated her descent, only this time adding a few twists of the tongue on the underside of his cock. It felt so good to Brody that his vision started to blur. He gripped the wheel tighter. This was going to be even more difficult than he had first expected.

  She moved her lips up and down his cock in a slow rhythm, making sure he felt ever
y moment of it. He sped up the car to keep pace with the BMW. He was glad that it didn’t seem like he would need to do any higher skilled driving than that. He could just sit back and enjoy (at least relatively). As the car sped up, so did the clip of her head movement. Her tongue was also more active. She curled it around his shaft each time through the up and down cycle of her mouth’s movements. Brody could feel his cum beginning to build up inside of him.

  It was almost as if she sensed that he was about to climax. She took her lips off of his cock. She gave it another pair of playful tugs with her hand.

  “Feels good?”

  “Yeah,” he said. It occurred to him that this was probably the first time he had been able to breathe since she had first put her head in his lap. “It feels amazing.”

  He didn’t look down but he could sense that she was smiling. Instead of going back to work on his cock she shifted her focus lower. She ran the flat of her tongue along each of his balls. The sensation furthered distracted him from the task at hand. She suckled each of them tenderly in turn.

  Hannah lifted them with her tongue and cradled them before giving a healthy suck. Brody was forced to shift again in his seat. He could feel beads of sweat developing on his brow.

  Brody’s knuckles gripped white on the steering wheel. He gnashed his teeth together in frustrated pleasure. He might as well have been tied up. It wasn’t even a matter of following the target anymore but of simply staying on the road. One slip of concentration and they could be careening off the road and into a ditch.

  Hannah moved back to his cock, giving Brody a comparative respite. She licked from base to shaft multiple times making sure to cover the whole thing. She then wrapped her lips back around it and dipper her head back down. This time she took him further into her mouth than ever, testing her own limits. She sucked and slurped vigorously.

  Brody labored through his breaths. His chest heaved in and out as he grew closer to climax. The BMW was now far ahead. He did his best to catch up but his reflexes were shot. Pushing the car any faster could have had major consequences. Best to just enjoy the moment and hope that the target was still there when he was free to think again.

  He was growing close. Only moments away now. Not even the stress of driving could prevent him from tumbling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. Hannah’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. Brody bit his bottom lip and tried desperately to stay in his lane on the highway. The intensity of her sucking was unparalleled and he'd never experienced anything like it. It was poorly timed, to be sure. But damned if it wasn’t worth it.

  As the BMW became little more than a twinkle on the horizon, Brody finally burst. He came hard and came repeatedly in Hannah’s mouth. The more he came, the more greedily Hannah drank it up. She kept her lips sealed around the head of his dick as if she were attempting to suck every last drop out of his cock. Not one trickle escaped from her mouth.

  Brody began to feel dizzy as she rubbed her tongue against the tender and spent head of his cock. She kept sucking long after he had exhausted all of his fluid. She must have known the discomfort this caused him. True, it felt incredible. But he still couldn’t help writhing around involuntarily in the driver’s seat.

  When she finally had her fill, Hannah lifted up her head and reclined back in her seat. Brody looked over and saw a mischievous grin on her face. This had obviously been her aim ever since she’d gotten in the car.

  “You want me to put that away for you?” Hannah asked. She playfully tapped his quickly receding erection.

  Brody was too flustered to even answer. He had completely lost sight of his target and was speeding up in an attempt to catch up. She took his silence as consent and tucked his cock back into his pants. She re-zipped, re-buttoned, and re-buckled his pants, finishing her act with a pat on his lap.

  “There you go.”

  The BMW was completely out of sight by now. Normally Brody would have just assumed that it had returned to the mansion. But they were nowhere near the Canyons. He increased his speed and began weaving in and out of different lanes.

  “What’s going on?” Hannah seemed alarmed by Brody’s driving. It was enough to snap her back into some sense of reality.

  “I’m, uh, late for something.” Brody said, though he knew she wouldn’t believe him.

  He had more important things to worry about than the front he was putting up for her, however. He steered the Impala into the far left lane and found a bit of daylight. He pressed the gas pedal even further down.

  “Brody, calm down!”

  “I told you it wasn’t a good idea to come with me.” He said, his eyes fixed on the road.

  Brody was now driving recklessly. He veered onto the left shoulder to pass the car in front of him and nearly scraped the guardrail in the process. Up ahead he thought he could see the telltale boxy shape of the target’s BMW. He hoped that this glimmer was more than just wishful thinking.

  “Let me out!” Hannah cried. It was barely audible over the laboring of the engine.

  “I can’t do that,” Brody said before adding, “I’m sorry.”

  She grabbed onto his wrist, causing him to swerve the car and nearly sideswipe the semi truck next to him. He flung her hand away.

  “Don’t do that again!” He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. “I’m sorry. I know this seems strange but I need to do a job.”

  “I’m scared.”

  “You’re perfectly safe with me.” He assured her.

  Brody grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it tight. He even managed a brief look over at her. “It’s going to be alright. I promise.” He squeezed her hand tighter. “Do you trust me?”

  She glanced back over at him and nodded reluctantly.

  “Good.”

  Brody looked back at the road and saw ahead that the BMW was exiting the highway. He slipped across two lanes in a space so tight that the margin of error was a matter of inches on either side. The honking horns from the cars he had cut off seemed to unnerve Hannah even more. She let out an audible gasp and her body shook.

  “It’s alright. Look.” Brody slowed down as he reached the exit ramp. He had gained so much ground that he needed to slow down significantly in order to now avoid being detected. “The worst of it’s over now.”

  Hannah calmed down as the car settled into a leisurely pace.

  “See? Is this better?”

  She finally seemed to have her breath back. “What was that?”

  Brody was beginning to feel trapped. He didn’t want to lie to her. But he also didn’t think she was ready for the truth. “It was just something I had to do.”

  “Tell me.”

  Brody decided to test the waters on another tactic. “Maybe you just got me so excited that I couldn’t help myself.”

  “That’s not funny.” True, it wasn’t. But it had served to calm her down and take her focus off of what had just happened.

  He followed the BMW as it took a right turn back onto the surface street. Tailing the car in this lightly populated area would be tricky but would be a walk in the park compared to the last five minutes. It had been his own fault and he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t make a mistake like that again. He could have easily dissuaded Hannah but he had decided to let her go on...much to the detriment of his work. Now he had risked alienating her by trying to make up for that mistake. It was selfish and indulgent.

  Brody shook these thoughts out of his head. No time for second guessing right now. There was still a job to be done. The road was becoming desolate now. There were houses and businesses but very little traffic. Shit. Pretty easy to be spotted when you’re the only other fucking car on the road, even in something as low-key as an Impala.

  If things didn’t change soon he’d be forced to abandon the pursuit. All the effort wasted. It was the way these things sometimes went but today it was especially frustrating. In fact, it was almost embarrassing. Hannah would be a witness to his failure. True, she didn’t know exactly what that failur
e was. Still, Brody was sure that she would be able to read his body language if he were to turn the car around now.

  “Where are we?”

  “Pretty far out,” he said. The truth was that he only had a vague idea where they were. He’d been in too much of a daze to read the road signs up to that point. What little concentration he could muster had been focused exclusively on the BMW in the distance. Of course he knew the general direction that they had been travelling. But he had little clue how far into the outskirts of the city that they had penetrated.

  The car ahead of him was now leaving the town proper and heading out into a truly barren area. Brody was left with no choice. He had to give up. But just as he was getting ready to turn around, he had an idea.

  “I just have to do one more thing,” Brody said. “Then I’ll take you home.”

  He pulled off the main drag and headed down a side street. He looked around for a building that would suit his purposes. About halfway down the block he found a two story house that looked to be abandoned. He stopped the car in front of it, turned it off, and took the keys out of the ignition.

  “What are we doing here? What is this place?”

  “Just stay here a minute, okay? I’ll be right back.”

  “Wait!”

  But Brody was already out of the car and jogging to the house. On the side of the porch was a badly damaged wooden lattice. Brody tested it and found that it would hold his weight, if just barely. He climbed up the lattice until he was on the roof of the porch. From there he was able to grasp the roof of the house and pull himself up. He further ascended to the peak of the roof. From here he could get a good view of the whole town. More importantly, he had a good view of the area beyond the town. He could see the BMW winding off into the desert.

  “Where the hell are you going, my man?” Brody murmured out loud to himself.

  Something was wrong here. Very wrong. He needed to touch base with Sergei and fast. Probably best not to do it over the phone either. He decided to track him down tonight. He feared that he was quickly getting in over his head.