Steel Horses: Act 3

By Chelsea Chaynes

On the run from the FBI Colt and Jessie head north to Reno, Nevada, where Wade Gunn, a fellow Prez and an old associate of Colt has promised to provide them shelter through the storm. Little does Colt know that Wade's protection comes with a cost. Wade enlists Colt and Jessie on a job, wrapping them up in a criminal syndicate that spans the world over, leaving Colt and Jessie with only one way out of trouble. Will they reach for the safety net or drown in the fast encroaching tide?

Warning, this action packed 19K word suspenseful romance is written for mature audiences only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Erotica
• Release date: Oct 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310613005

Chelsea Chaynes

Hello everyone, I'm Chelsea Chaynes!What can I say? I have a dirty, wildly vivid imagination that keeps me busy. I strive to create the most imaginative, thought provoking erotica on the market while pushing forward new boundaries and ideas. Writing is my passion, something that you will understand every time you "buy it now."When I am not writing stories for you, my beloved readers, I am crunching numbers for the "proverbial" man. When I'm especially tired of debits and credits, I'll sneak in a word or two at work. Ssh... It's our secret.I love thinking about science, the concept of alien life and the myriad of mysteries the universe has stumped humankind with. I also enjoy psychology, the motivations of people, and the pitfalls of the modern, electronically connected society. These themes, among others are commonplace in my stories.Thank you for reading my stories. Without you, the reader, Chelsea Chaynes doesn't exist. I understand this and truly appreciate all your support.Have a great day!Follow me on Twitter @[e-mail] - questions, comments or criticism appreciated!Chelsea

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Steel Horses – Act 3

An Erotic Romance

By

Chelsea Chaynes

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Copyright 2015 by Chelsea Chaynes

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 21.

Table Of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

We’d been on the road for hours, the roar of the Harley Davidson’s engine fired out behind us like a canon. We were hauling ass up the 395-N on the way to Reno, the sun fast setting beside us. It could have been romantic if we weren’t running for our lives; if my deception wasn’t riding between us like a third wheel.

The sun glinted off of a green road sign as it flashed by telling us that Reno was still 120 miles away. My ass was numb from the engine’s vibration as he gunned the throttle down the road, the dashed lines of the highway coming at us like machine gun fire.

Gripping his chest I yelled at him, my voice battling the wind. Baby you’ve got to slow down!

He said nothing in return, he’d either ignored me or he couldn’t hear me.

Colt, you’re going too fast!

I heard you the first time. Colt gunned the throttle even more.

I sighed, the sound of it muted by torrents of air. We’d just passed Mono Lake on the way to Willow Springs when a highway patrol officer aboard a motorcycle emerged from the shadows, his blue and red lights twirled behind us in the twilight.

Colt slammed his rolled up fist on his handlebar. Fuck!

With my mouth shut I sighed in silence. The absolute last thing I wanted to do was anger him. As outlaws on the run, the last thing we needed was law enforcement on our ass, and the absolute last thing we needed after that was to be at each other’s throats.

Taking a deep breath I worried about what was coming next. Anticipating him to run I grabbed his cut and squeezed his chest, when to my complete surprise he slowed down and pulled over.

Colt took a deep breath and removed his identification documents from the inside of his vest. The cop walked up beside us, pulling off his helmet to reveal a mop of silver hair atop his head. My name is Officer Wesley, California Highway Patrol. Do you know why I pulled you over?

Colt pulled off his helmet. I can take a guess.

Well then, go on.

Colt looked forward and ignored the Officer Wesley’s demands.

Answer me son. That wasn’t a rhetorical question.

Colt looked him right in the eyes. I was going a bit too fast. Satisfied?

The cop smirked. License and registration.

Colt handed over his documents, which the cop took back to his bike. I squeezed him tight. It will be ok, baby. Really.

Once again Colt was silent, his face reflected a pensive gaze in his side view mirror.

I looked back at the cop to find him pulling his handgun from his holster. Colt!

He looked back. Well fuck, somethin’ didn’t check out right! Colt put on his helmet and gunned the throttle. The tires gripped the asphalt and smoked before regaining traction. We bolted forward like a rocket, tearing down the road as his engine screamed for mercy.

We were going fast, too fast. But even at that speed, the cop was nipping at our heels, his red and blue lights flashing like they meant something, like they were going to stop Colt. Fat chance.

Colt pulled a revolver from his vest and aimed it at the cop, struggling to keep a straight line on the road.

I screamed No!

It’s him or us god dammit! He fired three of six rounds, every one of them missing the cop, who banked left and right, dodging the bullets while keeping on our tail like white on rice.

The cop returned fire, one bullet after another, each of them zipped right passed us light lightning.

I held him tight. That was close!

Too close! Hold on! Colt slammed on the brake and a cloud of tire rubber enveloped us as the bike screeched to a stop, nearly going sideways. The cop burned right passed us but was late on the brake. Colt pulled out his handgun and fired the last three of his bullets. One of them hit the cop’s gas tank and the motorcycle exploded in a ball of flame. There was no way the cop survived; such was the fate of every man that had come up against Colt, they’d lost.

I didn’t know what to do, what to say, or what to think, we just sat there watching the flames lick the sky and the black smoke billow up like clouds. I was in uncharted territory and a complete emotional mess, saddled with guilt. Not more than a few weeks ago I was an upstanding officer of the law, and now I was a wanted criminal, involved in the murder of a highway patrolman. A fast growing sadness overcame me and I began to cry. Was that necessary?

Colt looked at the flames in awe. I don’t know. I didn’t see another way out. And now we’re free.

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