After The Last Race: A Novel by Dean Koontz

Author:Dean Koontz [Koontz, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction - Suspense, Criminology, 20th Century, California
ISBN: 9780689106217
Publisher: Atheneum
Published: 1992-11-01T05:00:00+00:00

Jessup was lying nude on the motel bed. All night he had been working off the nervous energy that built up in him before a major job. He still had a lot of it to burn out of him. When the long-legged brunette came out of the bathroom, he said, “Come here.”

She stopped where she was.

“Come here.”

“Christ, again?”

“I put five hundred bucks in your purse,” he said. “You haven't earned it out yet.”

“I feel ninety years old.”

He smiled. “We'll keep going till you look it.”

She came over to the bed. Her breasts bounced.

“That's the girl.”

“What do you want?”

“Put it in your mouth,” he said.

She brightened a little.

“For a start,” he said.

She frowned. “You're gonna tear me apart.”

He laughed.

Sighing, she settled between his legs.

“Very nice,” he said as her mouth closed over him.

She went at it enthusiastically. She was trying to trick him into a fast finish.

“That's enough,” he said harshly, pulling free of her lips.

“You'd like it.”

“I'll like the other better.”

He made her stretch out on her back. Then he opened her legs and thrust into her without preliminaries. He slammed in and out of her with such force and speed that, by his brutality, he transformed the nature of the act. He made love in much the same way that he might beat a man to death with his fists.

When he rolled off her, spent, she lay moaning softly for several minutes. Then she slid off the bed, stood. She went over to the desk chair and picked up her panties.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Oh, I got to look ninety by now.”

“You're beautiful.”

Her lips trembled. “I'm going.”

“Like hell.”

“I am.”

He got off the bed.

“Stay away from me.”

“You aren't leaving.”

“I've earned the goddamned five hundred!” She was shivering as if the room were cold.

“You aren't worth more than twenty bucks a throw.”

“Bastard.”

“You try to leave and I'll beat the shit out of you,” he said. He fisted his hands.

She stared at him.

“Maybe even kill you.”

“You'd never.”

“Is that so?”

“I'd scream.”

“Your throat would be crushed.”

“Oh, God.”

“I'm God here,” he said.

Tears formed in her eyes.

“Now, now,” he said with mock sympathy.

She dropped her filmy panties and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She stood straighter and tried to stop shaking. Giving him a big, toothy smile, she said, “Well . . . well! How about a drink?”

“Sure. You mix.”

She busied herself with the whiskey bottle, 7-Up, ice, and glasses.

Sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed, he watched her. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, he smiled and nodded. She looked quickly away, and he laughed again. The bitch! He had been done with her—but then she'd gotten up to go without asking his permission first. Now, he'd have her again just to prove that she couldn't walk out on him.

Tomorrow night there would be another woman. A blonde. Yeah, that would be a nice change. He'd wear her out too. He was like that before a job, horny, too damned energetic for his own good. He had to work it off if he was going to be calm and collected for the heist.

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