BountyHunterpart18

Michael shook his head as he walked with an astonished step back to the truck, Maria nipping at his heels--Her excitement couldn't be contained.

"I can't believe it!" She touched Michael's back and felt the sweat seeping into and through the black T-shirt. "What's up?"

"Man, it's Max," Michael sighed as they reached his truck. He leaned against the hot metal and lowered his sunglasses. "I can't believe Max would do something like this, you know, help her when he knows his sister and I are looking for her. It is our job."

"Maybe it's not Max," Maria tugged at the hem of her tank shirt. "He's not the only person in Ros-hell with a shiny silver car, is he?"

Michael gave her a look and frowned. "Seriously DeLuca? You know its Max just as well as I do."

"He probably has a good reason," Maria nodded and wondered why in the hell she was defending Max. Why in the hell was she trying to make Michael Guerin feel better? Before her brain could stop her, she took a step closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at his face.

"You think so?" He looked down at her after taking off his sunglasses and sliding them down the back of his shirt so they hung by an arm around the neck of the black T. He tentatively placed his hands on her shoulders.

Maria took a deep breath and wondered what the hell it was about a parking lot and Michael Guerin that drove her wild. She licked her lips. "Yeah, I bet he has a good reason and I'm going to find out exactly what it is."

"How are you going to do that?" He asked in softer voice and mimicked her by running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"I guess anyway that I have to," she stepped closer into him until their faces were inches apart and her breasts were flush against his chest. The heat crushing into her chest was making her dizzy.

"Really?" His sideways smile was only visible for a second before he crushed his lips onto hers and squeezed her shoulders a little tighter until he felt her pelvis buck into his.

She nodded against his kiss while her hands roamed his sides, finally they settled; one on the back of his neck and the other flat against his thigh sandwiched in-between them.

She made a sound deep in her diaphragm that sounded like a growl as she opened her mouth against his and let her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. She heard a sound similar to her own escape from him and smiled.

His hands traveled down her back and rested underneath the firmness of her ass, cupping her, pulling her closer into him, forcing her to feel the hardness of himself.

Maria felt his hardness against her and them something rise inside of her, it was almost�Animal. She didn't think about consequences or appearances, only about pushing him down and riding him until he was begging for mercy.

Michael let one of his hands stay cupped on her ass while the other one reached under the hem of her shirt and slid upwards; in a liquid movement, he flipped the cups of the bra over her breasts freeing them from the cotton prison. Between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched one nipple until it was rock hard; then he moved to the other one.

Maria made another sound, but this one was more like a moan. Then it became a groan when she caught movement out of the corner of her slit eye. She pulled away from Michael and motioned towards her left.

Michael's eyes followed hers and he saw that they had become the main attraction for a couple sitting in their car a few spaces down. He shook his head slightly and glanced at the hotel and noticed the pregnant clerk gawking in what appeared to be sheer terror at 'brother and sister'.

"I think we should charge something," he smiled and winked.

"I think I won't ever be alone with you in a parking lot again," Maria grinned and reached under the back of her shirt to unsnap her bra. She pulled it off under her shirt in a movement mastered by women since brassieres were introduced and shoved it into her backpack. "Let's roll."

Michael opened the door for her before walking around to the other side of the truck and getting in. He started the engine and was amused by her ritual of aiming all the vents in her direction.

The truck pulled out of the parking lot and was on the street before Michael said anything. Before he worked up the nerve to talk after another serious carnal session.
"You ready for that beer?"

"No Guerin," Maria smiled, "I'm not ready for that beer. I think we need to let your partner know what the hell is going on. If that was indeed Max that picked up our little felon then she might have some ideas on what to do next."

"You want her bad, don't you?"

Maria nodded. "Yeah Guerin, I want her bad."

"What did she do to you?" He asked after picking up on something more than a hunter/huntee enthusiasm. This was personal for Maria DeLuca. "DeLuca?"

Maria bit back a grimace and debated if she wanted to tell him how she had been conned by something as honest as human nature. How she had Liz Parker handcuffed and ready to go back to Montana and then fucked it all up because of human nature. She shook her head. "Not today Guerin, not today."

"You had her, didn't you?" Michael didn't ask in the playful manner he was accustomed to. He saw the bitterness in her eyes and heard it in her voice.

Maria nodded slowly as she looked out the side window. "Yeah, I had her, but let's drop it."

Michael relented and understood her hardness. Something had happened between Maria and Liz and Maria ended up losing. Seeing the strong confident woman take a bitter backseat to the conversation made Michael want to get Liz Parker even more; even if it meant going against his friend.

* * *

"Well?" Isabel looked up eagerly as the two bad ass bounty hunters strolled into the bail-bonding office. "Anything?"

Maria sat across the desk from her and sighed.

"Michael?" Isabel looked up to her partner and immediately picked up on the tension. She knew the tension very well and she knew it by name. Max. "Son-of-a-bitch! He's involved with this, isn't he?"

"Circumstantially, yes." Michael pulled up a folding chair, turned it around and straddles it resting his elbows on the metal back. He relayed the story of the hotel clerk and the shiny silver car.

"That little bastard!" Isabel moaned and crossed her legs. "I swear�"

"We're going to get her Isabel," Maria choked out the words. "I'm sorry if your brother is involved, but we're going to get her. I have to get her."

"You damn well better," Isabel rolled her eyes. "You know, my brother is a very intelligent man, too smart for his own good sometimes-"

"You got that right," Michael interrupted.

"Anyway," Isabel went on. "The only thing that ever gets Max to do something stupid is-"

"Chicks," Michael interrupted again and folded his arms over his chest. "It's always the chicks."

Isabel grinned. "He's right."

Maria nodded and stood up. "I think I'm going to go do a little shopping and buy myself something pretty to wear for my date with Mr. Aiding and Abetting."

"Shopping?" Isabel also stood, her eyes lighting up. "Mind if I join you?"

"Please," Maria smirked and started walking towards the door.

"Michael, I'm going out for a few hours," she grabbed her purse from underneath the desk. "Take care of everything here, okay?"

Michael splayed his hands in front of him, his palms up.

The two women walked to the door before Isabel turned back around. "Don't worry, I won't tell her all of your secrets," she laughed, "Only the embarrassing ones!"

The women were laughing as they walked out of the office into the desert sun leaving a very unamused Michael Guerin behind.

TBC