Chapter 19
Amelia
Oliver and I had half the bottle gone before I excused myself to get cleaned up for the night.
Things were changing with us, and I wasn’t sure what could be done about it.
We were getting closer with every passing day.
We were comfortable with one another. Trust was being built.
I was getting attached, and even though I knew I needed to sever that connection to protect myself because he said he wasn’t interested in a relationship, deep down, I didn’t want to.
I couldn’t even imagine being out there on the road all alone.
I wanted—no, I needed him at my side. I told myself that once I found my new home, I could let him go, but I was lying to myself, and I knew it, even if I wasn’t willing to admit it.
I stripped down and stepped into the shower.
I closed my eyes and let the water rain down over my head.
I had no idea where life was taking me, and that was scary.
I was all alone for the first time in my life.
No dad, no Alex. Just me. Well, this guy and I let get too close.
He had some kind of spell over me that I couldn’t break, that I didn’t want to break.
Part of me hoped that we could end the mess we were in so we could both start over, together.
I was halfway through washing my hair when I realized what my dad meant by different alcohol bringing a different drunk.
It was only the second time in my life that I’d consumed alcohol.
The first time, I had beer and tequila and had a blast dancing with complete strangers.
The vodka, it made me feel heavier somehow.
My mind wasn’t easy-going or easily occupied.
I found myself thinking about the future and what would come.
I was having dark thoughts filled with worry about being alone the rest of my life, losing Oliver when all this mess was over, and wondering if I’d ever really escape the hard life I’d been born into.
A coldness swept over my backside, but a moment later, it was gone, and warmth took over as Oliver wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest to my back.
His lips found my shoulder as he kissed his way to my neck.
That was all it took to clear my mind of all my troubles.
I felt my muscles ease against him, and my head fell back to rest on his shoulder as he kissed my neck.
I knew I was being silly, but it felt like Oliver sensed my distress because he came in at the perfect moment to take it all away.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he whispered in my ear.
The corner of my mouth tugged up into a smile as I turned in his arms. I wrapped mine around his neck.
“What? You never met someone whose dad attempted to shoot someone every Thanksgiving?” I joked.
He didn’t even crack a smile. He just kept his hooded eyes locked with mine as he gently shook his head.
“I’ve never met someone I couldn’t walk away from until I met you.” He leaned forward and captured my mouth with his.
My heart thrummed quickly in my chest at his words.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it, savored it as it moved perfectly in sync with my own. I laced my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. He grabbed my hips and picked me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he turned and pressed my back to the wall.
Having me pinned between him and the wall allowed his hands to travel my body. He cupped my face before letting them slide down my neck to my chest. He kneaded my breasts and teased my nipples by rubbing the pad of his thumb across them again and again.
He broke our kiss when I became breathless, but he didn’t pull away. He kissed my chin, my jaw, and my neck. He moved his hips forward and back, allowing his erection to glide against my folds.
My heart rate spiked the second he touched me, and my whole body became hyperaware.
A soft whimper left my lips, and he slammed his mouth back on mine, kissing me hard and fast. He moved his fingers between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit before dipping them lower and thrusting them into my pussy.
The heel of his palm was against my sensitive clit, grinding against it with every thrust and wiggle of his fingers.
He broke our kiss and pulled back just enough for his eyes to roam my body. He watched the way his hand was bringing me pleasure before returning his eyes to my face.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re moments away from coming for me.”
I dug my fingernails into the backs of his shoulders as he worked me closer.
“Did he ever watch you like this?”
I knew he was talking about Alex. I shook my head as I held on for dear life, feeling my release building deep in my core.
“Could he make you come like I do?” His sharp jaw flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
I was too close to losing control. I couldn’t talk. I just shook my head again as my breathing became louder, heavier.
“I want to watch you come on my fingers, Amelia.” He leaned in and nipped my bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to come until I say. Understand?”
My eyes found his, and I nodded.
His hand worked faster, and I found it harder to hold back my release. My whimpers and moans grew louder, echoing through the bathroom.
“Not yet, baby.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
My heart was slamming against my chest, and my breathing was loud and erratic. I dug my nails deeper as I got closer and closer to my orgasm. I wasn’t sure how much more I could let it build. I already felt consumed by it. The longer I held it back, the stronger it became.
Somehow, Oliver sensed when I could no longer hold it back because he whispered, “Now, baby. Come on my fingers like a good girl.”
I wasn’t sure if it was because he told me to or if I just couldn’t hold it back any longer because I came undone on command. My release went soaring through my entire body, making my toes curl and my back arch. He didn’t slow down at all.
He kept working me over and watching every expression that ran across my face. I came so hard that my orgasm came squirting out of me. I saw the way it caused his eyes to darken, and instead of fighting it, I gave myself over to it.
The next thing I knew, he was removing his fingers and was thrusting his hard cock into me instead.
There was no easing in, no warning. He went in completely, as deep as our bodies would allow.
His mouth slammed down on mine in the same instant, and he jerked his hips in an upward motion, causing his coarse dark hair to rub against my already overly sensitive clit.
The mixture of it all was like a reset button for my orgasm.
Instead of it winding down, it started all over.
Wave after wave of pure passion and pleasure washed through me.
He turned off the water and pulled me away from the wall. His mouth stayed locked with mine as he carried me back to the room.
Instead of lying me down across the bed, he sat on the edge, putting me on top. His hands squeezed my hips as I lifted myself up and lowered myself back down.
“So fucking good,” he whispered, biting my neck. He smacked me on the ass. “Come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Ride it like you stole it,” he murmured with a smirk.
I worked harder, faster, wanting to make him come undone, but in the end, all I did was shatter myself. It gave him the time he needed; once I was tired and weak, he was ready to go more. He put me onto my back and rolled his hips, thrusting into me.
He placed my ankles on his shoulders and spread his legs, sitting on his knees with them on either side of my hips. My eyes were rolling back, but I was still able to watch him lick the pad of his thumb. A moment later, he was rubbing it across my clit as he rocked into me, harder, faster.
I watched his eyes fall closed, and his lips parted. His chest heaved, and his muscles flexed. Still, he moved faster, his thrusts going deeper.
This time, when I came undone, I took him with me. He let out a deep moan as he twitched inside me. I felt him spill himself in one, two, three deep pumps. His hips slowed to a stop, and then he fell to the bed at my side, weak, breathless, and covered in a sheen of sweat.
Neither of us could move for the longest time, and once he gathered his strength, he didn’t go far. He simply pulled the blanket up over both of us, turned off the bedside lamp, and then he lay down, holding me against him. And that was the last thing I remembered.
It was nearing noon the next day, and we were having a quick lunch in the Wendy’s across the street from the phone repair store.
We’d been doing our homework: scoping out the area and looking for a car to get us on the next leg of our trip as we waited for his phone to be fixed.
Of course, the phone wasn’t done in the morning like it was supposed to be.
A part had to be ordered to get everything working again, and even though we were told it would be cheaper to just get a new phone, we paid the extra money to have it repaired, since it was the only way to reach his boss.
We had our lunch and picked up the phone that was finally working.
Then we made our way to the car we decided to borrow.
It wasn’t the best car, but it wasn’t the worst either.
The only reason we settled on it was that it had been parked in the same spot since the day before, when we dropped his phone off for repair.
It wasn’t new, so it was easy to hotwire.
I kept a lookout while he picked the lock and climbed inside to boost the car.
Oliver was clearly a pro because it didn’t take him long for the car to start. I jumped inside, and we took off, ready to get on with our trip.
Several hours had passed since we’d left town. We were both quiet, with little to say. He was driving while I just rode along, watching out the passenger-side window. That’s when I noticed the blacked-out SUV in the passenger side mirror.
“Oliver?”
“Hm?”
“How long has that black SUV been behind us?” I looked over at him and saw the way his eyes nervously dashed up to the rearview mirror.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “It’s been days since we’ve seen them. How the hell are they back on our asses?”
He stepped on the gas, and the car zoomed forward.
He waited until the last second before jerking the wheel and steering us onto the off-ramp.
I held onto the door handle as my body was thrown to the right from the sudden jerk of the car.
My eyes stayed glued to the mirror until the SUV was no longer in my sight.
Then I turned and looked over my shoulder, watching as the SUV couldn’t get over in time to exit the highway.
“That’ll buy us a few minutes,” he said, slowing to stop at the light before turning right to move onto the backroads.
“There’s no way they just happened to stumble upon us after all this time,” I said, thinking out loud.
“They’re good, but there’s no way they’re that good.”
“The last time they found us was the day you woke up with food poisoning,” I reminded him.
He nodded as he continued to drive through some backcountry roads.
“It was after I charged your phone.”
He looked over at me. “You think they have some kind of tracking device on my phone?”
“It would explain it, right? They found us when it was charged. Maybe it was turned on even though the screen wasn’t working properly. And now that it’s been repaired and powered back on, it told them exactly where we were.”
“Fuck,” he cursed as he dug the phone out of his pocket. He passed it over. “Go through the contacts until you find the one labeled Chinese Takeout. Write the number down so I’ll have it to set up on the deal once we’re ready.”
“Your crime boss is named Chinese Takeout?” I asked, scrolling through the contacts.
“I couldn’t exactly put his name in there in case the police ever got ahold of my phone, and something tells me they’d put two and two together if I just labeled it prick crime boss.”
I smiled and rolled my eyes as I wrote the number down on a gum wrapper. I turned the phone off and rolled down the window. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Chuck it.”
I tossed the phone as hard as I could out into the middle of an overgrown field. I prayed it broke on impact, but I had no way of really knowing.
“Now we need to ditch the car.”
I rolled up the window and whined. “Ugh, not again.”
“They’ve seen us in this one. They’ll be watching for it now.”
I let my head fall back against the headrest. “I can’t wait until this is over.”
He looked at me with tight lips. “It will be soon, Crash. I promise.” He took my hand in his and moved it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back that made it seem like everything would be okay.
It was the fact that he didn’t let go that made my heart flutter.