So Pull Me Closer In The Backseat Of Your Rover นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Sorry. If you all would please help me get Willow's stuff to the car, I would greatly appreciate it." Everyone nodded and moved forward to help. Once outside-even in the garage where the smell of hot engines and oil permeated the open space-I felt like I could finally breathe again. We all gathered at the back of the SUV. Like we were playing a big game of Tetris, we loaded the back of Ryker's Range Rover. Even with the backseats folded flat, it was going to be a squeeze. He manhandled the back gate down. Glared at me. "I couldn't have replaced any of that?"

The car sputters and swerves as the tires flattened. The sound of screeching tires and metal follows as the car turns over and veers off the road. Sliding back into the safety of the Rover, I check my ammo. That’s when I hear the desperate mewl coming from the back seat. Scotty looks back with concern as Maleah holds her palms against her ears, rocks back and forth, and lets out pitiful cries. She looks like she’s in a trance. Her face is as white as a sheet, and her eyes are as wide as saucers.

The motorcycle roars to life, a deep vibration echoing through the concrete garage. He looks back at me over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming behind his visor. "Get on, Syd. And hold on to me as tight as you humanly can." I climb onto the elevated rear seat, and the moment my arms wrap securely around his broad, solid torso, a heavy wave of warmth rushes through me. I press my chest firmly against his back, burying my face slightly into his shoulder.

The drive home from Logan Heights was always the quiet bridge between our two worlds. Tonight, the backseat of the Rover was completely silent. I glanced back, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I watched Maya. She was fast asleep, her head tilted precariously against the edge of her car seat, a small plastic gavel, a gift from Marcus that she refused to leave behind, clutched loosely in her tiny hand.

I replied, offering him a small smile that he returned with a slight nod. Marcus stepped forward efficiently, opening the heavy, armored backseat door of my primary car with practiced ease. I got in, the thick door shutting with a solid, airtight thud that completely cut off the ambient noise of the garage. The sudden silence was almost oppressive, like being sealed in a tomb. Marcus climbed into the driver's seat, starting the powerful engine with a low purr, while the other four men piled into a secondary, unmarked SUV directly behind us to follow discreetly.

“Activating seat heaters to soothe your lower back muscles.” "It’s eighty degrees outside!" Elias wailed, his face beginning to flush. "My back is simmering! Roderick, do something tactical!" "I’m trying to keep us from being turned into Swiss cheese while your car tries to give you a spa day!" Roderick slammed on the brakes, a move that sent the lead pursuer sailing past them. He shifted into reverse, floored it, and then swung the tail of the SUV around in a perfect J-turn. “Wheee!” Sparkle sang out. “That was a 4.2 G-force maneuver. You’ve earned a ‘Gold Star’ for adventurous driving, Mr. Storme! Dispensing lavender-scented aromatherapy mist.”

"We shouldn't stay parked out in the open like this for too long. Those rogues might come back with reinforcements." Michael and I climbed into the spacious back seat of the SUV, while the older man got into the driver’s seat and the young one took the passenger side. As soon as the doors clicked shut, the driver started the engine and smoothly pulled out of the gravel parking lot, heading down the highway. The silence inside the vehicle was heavy and uncomfortable. I sat back against the leather seat, but a sharp, burning pain instantly shot up my spine. I winced slightly, shifting my weight forward to keep my bloody back from pressing against the cushion.

"Let's use the last ten to drive home and sleep in a real bed." I shook my head, nuzzling into his warmth. "No. I like it here." In this dark, enclosed space, swallowed by the night, it felt like we were the only two people under the moon. I wanted to soak in this happiness, even if I knew, deep down, it might be just out of reach someday. "So my Cece likes cars," Sebastian murmured, his lips finding my ear again, making me shiver. "I've got an RV. When I have time, I'll take you on a trip. You can have me wherever you want."

“I need you steady. Slow breath. In. Out.” She tried to follow him. Her chest rose too fast and fell unevenly. Another tightening began before she had fully recovered from the last. It started lower this time, not climbing upward first but pressing downward, heavy and insistent. Her hips shifted unconsciously against the seat as if seeking relief from the pressure. Boone braked hard and swung the RV into a controlled U turn, the tires sliding briefly before gripping the wet road. “We are heading back to grab the other two,” Boone said. “Safer in numbers.”

"Whatever you want, sunshine." He shifted the Rover into gear, the tires gripping the snow with effortless power as we pulled out of the parking lot, leaving my broken car, and the ghosts of Blackridge Academy, far behind us in the dark.