Gasolin Cerca De Mí Novels & Stories

I walk out the door from the house to the garage hitting the lock button on the key fob so I can locate the vehicle. It’s the navy blue Mustang parked the farthest from the steps with no vehicle beside it. Perfect, I think as Parker and Celine come up behind me. I smile as I point to the gleaming car while still standing at the top of the steps. I jog down the three steps and head towards my intended destination. I’ve always been in awe of this car and can’t wait to drive it.

My cock is getting hard as I picture her beautiful, innocent face. Sitting in my Bentley, I start the engine and listen excitedly as she purrs to fucking life with a sexy roar when I tap on the gas while in the park. I type Myla's address into my GPS, noticing it says she's 8.5 miles from me, just like it says on her Tinder profile.

She narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t a safe place, Tessa,” I said, quieter now. “If some creatures there catch your scent we won’t be dealing with a dead engine anymore.” She stepped closer, her voice low. “Then I guess you'd better keep me close.” I stared at her for a beat. Before I let out a slow breath. She was right. “We need to refuel first,” I said, “But I doubt there’s a gas station anywhere near.” “Where are we, anyway?”

Blinking very helpfully, to warn the driver that the fuel was almost gone. "You know you've poked the bear now, don't you?" More snorting and head bobbing happened as Gabby gasped out the words, "But did you see? That vein on his forehead makes it look like he has a fivehead. It was pulsing so badly!" Hael wasn't immune to the funny side of things, though he tried very hard to stay stoic and defend his friend's honor. Barely keeping his grin at bay, he looked at her and said, " Yeah, laugh now, but I'm not driving to the nearest gas station and bringing back petrol for you, the idiot who would have, has already left."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. What's the address? Read me whatever's on the sign there." I turned to the attendant. "What's this place called?" "Miller's Fuel Stop. Route 9, about forty minutes outside Greyhams." I relayed it, and he repeated it back once to confirm. "Forty minutes out," he said. "I can be there in maybe fifty, fifty-five with traffic. Are you gonna be okay till then?" "I'll survive." "You sure you don't need me calling an ambulance instead? Because you really do not sound okay."

This close, I could smell that wonderful scent of motor oil and something uniquely Kamon that made my vampire instincts go haywire. "This one's a little soft," I said, pressing the valve. "Good catch. There's an air pump at the gas station across the street. Want me to show you how to use it?" "Yes! I mean, if you don't mind. If you have time." "I have time."

I conceded. “It’s Minnesota. Miles isn’t going to tell you anything. Have you ever been on 494 during rush hour?” he asked. I shuddered. “God, don’t remind me.” “Exactly.” We continued into the cute, historic Adel. Will found a gas station, and we stopped at a pump. “Might as well get more gas. This thing gets great gas mileage, I’ve got to say.” “It’s a Toyota,” I said. “Should we get more Dr. Pepper, too?”

I shifted into gear and moved out of the compound, tires squealing against the slick concrete. The city blurred past in flashes of gray and gold as I sped toward the Marina. My phone buzzed against the dash, it was Bull’s text. I tapped to open. A location. Coordinates. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Quick tap, I opened G****e Maps. The red pin pulsed near the East View District, close to the Marina but pushed deeper inland. Not far from that shady gas station Else mentioned; the one where Marie supposedly bought fuel in cash. My jaw tensed.

I smile thinking about those memories. I climb in my car and put the key in the ignition only when it rolls over my gas light is on, damnit I hate getting gas. my card never swipes at the pump. I groan. I put it in reverse and back out of my drive way and head towards the gas station down the road only once I pull up its closed for construction none of the pumps are operational! UGH DAMNIT DAMNIT! I'm so stupid I swear I cause my own issues in life. heading towards the next gas station I pray its also not closed because that would be my luck I keep driving knowing its right around here somewhere only I cant find it! the damn gas station has vanished into thin air!

Usually my driver used to drove me to the office but once in a while I drive by myself. I am already running late not that I have any thing to worry about after all it's my own company but still I hate being late and late comers. I demand absolute punctuality and sincerity. If I call for another car it will take at least 45 minutes to reach here so I decided drive to the nearby petrol pump. With that I took a turn for the nearest petrol pump which luckily was not far away. . . . . (At the petrol pump) "Excuse me mister who do you think you are. If you are blind then let me tell you we all are following a line here." I heard an angelic voice from behind me.