Backseat Novels & Stories

A Third Party ... I deliberately sat behind the passenger seat. From this angle, I can't see much of her and I don't run the risk of our eyes colliding in the mirrors. Her mate is at the wheel while she sits next to him. Kensley is in the back seat next to me.

… [actually, there was no one in the driver seat, but i was yet to figure that out] … The back of the vehicle has no seats. It’s like the back of a van. Or rather, a wagon; which is a more suitable description. The only matter occupying space is me, and the two teenagers in front of me. We’re all sitting on the floor of the van. I don’t know where they’re taking me, but I can’t let despicable kids screw up my night. I’m supposed to attend a morning show where I talk about my profession in a few hours, and this is the last thing I need.

"This is just regular prenatal medicine. Why are you being so paranoid? You didn't protect the child properly, and now you're blaming the medicine?" I smacked the bottle out of his hand. "The pack healer already told me. This is a drug that suppresses perception. Long-term use leads to miscarriage." Liam shook his head wildly and stepped back. "No, that's not possible. Eva said it was just to suppress your bond sensitivity. "She said there were side effects, but it wouldn't cause a miscarriage. At most, it would make you a bit weak. No, that's not possible. That's not possible."

Chapter 36: The Mess Before The Beautiful. Sebastian’s POV The drive to Grandma’s house was unusually quiet. Normally, a car ride with the four of us would be filled with snarky jabs, off-key singing, and the occasional wrestling match in the backseat between Damian and Brandon. But not today. Today, Becky was pressed up against the window in the backseat, earbuds in, hoodie pulled over her head, acting like the world didn’t exist. And maybe to her, it didn’t.

He entered the backseat, Day behind the wheel, Terek sitting up front, watching their flank. As the SUV pulled away from the compound, Zayn leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It was a bloody long day, but it was far from over....

We were definitely having a talk soon. Hoot pulled a black Suburban out of the garage. I was surprised the beast had fit in there. “You go on and park ’er inside.” I parked the Camry. She headed for the passenger seat. “Not a chance,” Hoot said. “Y’all need to be able to duck down in the back. Back seat, both of you.” She let out a huff of frustration and wrenched the door open. I calmly held it for her so it didn’t swing back in and hit her in the ass. Then I got in next to her.

I don’t have a hoodie or a beanie on me anyway. I sit in the back to keep away from him, and when he slides into his seat, I notice how he glances at the empty passenger’s seat. He doesn’t say anything, though, as he starts the car and backs away from the parking spot. I stare at the house, and say my goodbyes to it.

A busted seat leads to three horny women in my lap. Enjoy.. ***** "Alright guys, you know the drill. You all get in first. I'll load the woodwind stuff in the middle row, and you guys keep an eye on the percussion stuff in the back." I grimaced at Victoria and Olivia and began to fold my big self into the very backseat of our beat up old van. Think like the Mystery Machine but with a third row. It was garishly painted in bright blue and red and the words spray painted on the side read "Harrison Family Music Rentals". The van was ancient, but in remarkably good shape.

“And because I need to teach my stepson how to use that beautiful cock. Come on. Now.” He pulls into the rest stop so fast the tires squeal. It is mostly empty — a few trucks at the far end, a minivan with a family heading into the building. We are parked in a corner, shaded by trees. Private enough. Beckett climbs into the backseat with me, his huge cock bobbing obscenely, the fat head shiny and angry. I grab him by the shirt and pull him on top of me, spreading my legs wide so my dripping cunt is open and ready, my inner thighs glistening with my juices.

“Do you really want me to go sit way in the back and leave you alone up here?” I glanced at him. “Sorry, Zane. It is just… fairer for you and your brothers.” He pouted hard with lips pushed out, but finally gave in. His big frame shifted to the very back seat. The whole SUV rocked a little when he sat down. Now I was in the middle row. Hunter was driving. Seth sat on my right because Hunter asked him to watch Zane. Zane was in the back, but close enough that I could still feel the heat radiating off him behind my head.