“Aren’t we all going to the same place?”
“We are. But we need the second vehicle, and I wanted some alone time with you.” He peers down at me with hooded eyes. “Gotta problem with that?”
Arching my brows, I shove him playfully. “No. No problem at all.” Our eyes stay locked until I round the truck and climb in.
Once he’s settled in the driver's seat, his hand makes its way over to my lap with the other on the steering wheel. He catches me looking at it. “Is that ok?”
I bite back a smile then tangle my fingers in his. “Is that ok?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”
This is strange. So damn strange, but I’m loving every minute that he makes me feel alive. Even if we are on the road to mass destruction.
I’m unsure how long we’re into the drive when I lift my head and rub the sleep from my eyes. “How long was I out?” Glancing down, I notice we’re still holding hands, and my stomach does a little flip.
“Couple hours. We’re halfway there. Tommy just called and they’re stopping at the next rest stop.”
“Good. I need some coffee.”
“Didn’t sleep well last night?” he asks, with his eyes still on the road.
“You could say that. You, on the other hand, slept like a baby.”
Smirking, he looks over at me. “I always do. Especially when I’m knocked out with sleeping pills.”
We pull into the rest stop and Tommy is hanging out the driver’s side window with his arms in the air. As soon as Talon rolls my window down, Tommy shouts, “Bout fucking time.”
Lars has his seat reclined and a ball cap over his face. Talon leans forward with his arm draped over the steering wheel and nods at Lars. “Has he been sleeping the whole ride?”
“I think he’s sick or something. Hasn’t said a damn word.” Tommy shrugs. “Hurry your asses up. We need to get back on the road, so I can get him outta this car before he vomits.”
“Alright then,” I say, “I have to use the bathroom and then I’m hitting up whatever coffee vending they have in there.” God, I hope it’s not actual vending machine coffee.
“They’ve actually got a couple fast food places inside. Pretty decent rest stop,” Tommy says.
I look over at Talon. “You coming?” He gives me a nod, and we both get out.
“Make it quick,” Tommy shouts as we walk away.
When we get inside, I turn toward the ladies’ room and expect Talon to go in the opposite direction to the men’s room. Only he’s right on my tail. I turn around and begin pushing him out. “What are you doing? You can’t come in here.”
“I sure as hell can. And I will. There’s no fucking way I’m leaving you alone in a place like this.”
Taking a step back, I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s a bathroom, Talon. People generally use them alone.”
“Most people do. You do not.” He grabs my hand and pulls me into the double-sized stall.
I huff. “Talon Porter, get out of here right now.”
Shutting the door, he slides the lock across then places both hands on my waist. My head tilts when his face nuzzles into the fold of my neck. “You looked so damn sexy while you were sleeping with your mouth wide open. All I could think about was filling it with my cock.”
Quivers descend down my side where his hands rest, sliding down my thighs and settling between my legs. “We can’t. Not here,” I mutter under my breath.
“Sure we can. I’d take you on the hood of my truck in the parking lot if I wanted to. Unless you’d rather suck me while I drive.”
Cold fingers snake up the sides of my shirt, and my eyes close on impulse. Grazing beneath my bra, Talon cups both breasts in his hands, before rolling my nipples between his thumb and index finger.
“Alright. Guess we’ll wait until we get back home tonight,” he grumbles in my ear as he teases my nipples.
I can feel my arousal dampen my panties and while this isn’t the most desired place, or the most sanitary, I don’t think I have the strength to walk out of here unsatisfied. “No,” I say in a breathy moan.
“That’s what I thought. Now drop your pants.” I do as I’m told but let them linger around my legs, without taking them completely off. “Turn around.” His pants zipper slides down and his keys clank together when they hit the floor through his jeans.
With my hand pressed to the inner wall of the stall, I roll my hips to give him easy access, but he grabs my leg, takes off my flip flop and frees one leg from my leggings. “What are you doing?” I twist my head to catch a glimpse of him. His mouth is agape and his glazed eyes stare back at me. Instead of answering me, he slides my flip flop back on and hoists my leg up with one foot on the toilet that sits to the right of me.
The silky head of his cock begins probing at my entrance in a circular motion. “You’ve been a naughty girl.” Fingers tangle in my hair. Wrapping around them like a rubber band. When he tugs the bunched-up mess, my head jerks back. “You drugged me, snuck out of my house, and let another man touch you while I slept on your bedroom floor.” Unease curdles in my stomach like sour milk. “It’s time for you to be punished.” His dick slams so hard into me that my forehead ricochets off the metal stall.
I gasp and moan and curl my toes as he fucks me from behind. “Oh my God,” I choke out with a pent-up exhale. Unyielding strokes have him claiming my pussy like it’s his and his alone.
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