So Pull Me Closer In The Backseat Of Your Rover Novels & Stories

“No tracking here yet. But satellites, heat-seeking drones, license-plate readers—they have maybe forty minutes before they close in.” We left the Rover in a gravel lot behind a closed clam shack, sign creaking in the wind. The front was smashed from the gate, paint scratched to metal—it would blend with the old cars left by tourists. R pushed it into loose sand, tossed the keys under the mat. Two rows over, he swapped our plates with a rusty Subaru—New Jersey tags, expired sticker. Nothing to notice.

A man steps out of the vehicle and yells to us to get out of the SUV. Cringing, we get out and slam the door leaving the keys inside the vehicle. We walk towards the vehicle slowly, “Get in the back,” he says curtly as we both go to the same side. I climb in first and Rosie right behind me. They immediately turn the vehicle around and we are flying back down the road towards our destination. What was only minutes brought us to what looks like a Pack house. It is in the middle of nowhere but it is beautiful. I am not clear how rogues could afford this or even how they managed to coordinate this, but it was impressive.

She smirked as she unbuckled. I arched my eyebrow, having an idea of where this was going. I glanced at the front seat and saw Riordan roll his eyes as he flipped a switch that raised a barrier between the front and back of the SUV. Fuck are we going to be one of those couples? Are we going to be like Logan and Aurelia? I know from stories that David and Mikali have told that they’d more than once had to tune out the sounds and smell of sex from the backseat when driving Logan and Aurelia somewhere.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle had been locking his car in the parking lot when he heard the other man approaching from behind. He didn't have to turn around to know whose car was idling behind him. The music made it all too clear, Maroon 5 pouring through the open windows of the purring sports car at a volume that suggested Gunner had given some deliberate thought to the selection and was satisfied with his work. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Take me by the tongue and I'll know you. Kiss me till you're drunk and I'll show you. All the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger.

“You gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had yesterday and I’m man enough to admit it so now I am returning the favor.” Roxie followed him out to the back lot—her adrenaline pumping, hormones raging. “You don’t have to be so obvious,” Walker chuckled, sensing her arousal. “I can’t help that, moron.” Walker held her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world as they hopped into his Camaro and raced off into the afternoon sun. “Where are we going?” “That cabin I told you about.” “I have to be back on time to pick up my mom.”

"My face built for commentary, not romance. Go on, before mi change mi mind and jump in his lap." Seeing she was going to lose this ridiculous argument, Tasha sighed in defeat and slid into the passenger seat, arms folded like a sulky child. Christopher glanced at her with a grin. "Glad to have you up here." "I was forced," she muttered. The drive back was smooth. Cool air filled the cabin, and Bob Marley played softly through the speakers. Debby sang along in the backseat, off-key but enthusiastic, occasionally shouting, "Mi love dis part!" As they pulled into the driveway, Debby unbuckled her seatbelt like a woman on a mission. She turned to Tasha and winked.

Just before I could ask her, she yelled. "Antov, look!" Wren suddenly pointed at the rearview mirror. I stared in the direction she pointed immediately. There were three SUVs without headlights, and they were tailing us at full speed. I slid the laptop to the side and took the reins from the robot. Misha was too polite with her driving, and although she could be a beast when needed, I needed to take us faster than the speed of light. “Misha, engage child lock for seat 2A,” I ordered, hearing the click of Wren’s seat as the binds held her restrained.

I am taken out of my concentration when there is a whimper from Aurora as another wave of her heat comes off of her. I growl low as my body starts to stir and I then hear a low mindless moan coming from the front of the truck. I pocket the cloth as I walk over to the cab and open the door. I smile as I find Mary and the new rogue asleep cuddled together across the seat, both naked. I take off my pants, climb into the cab, close the door quietly, and lock it.

Rocco lowered the window, whistling a guitar solo. I closed my eyes, mind wandering to the rumbling of the Jeep. Visions of last night haunted me. My eyes snapped open as the Jeep barreled through a ravine, sending my bag in the backseat flying. Rocco smiled lazily at my startled expression, one hand on the wheel, other tracing the wind as it rushed through his outstretched hand. “Daydreaming as usual?” he asked. “You're one to talk.” A faraway smile, like I was peering at him through moving water. “Only in class,” he mused as we parked. “Sure you can stand?”

The city sprawled below, mine for the taking. The convoy waited in the underground garage, three black SUVs, drivers armed, lead car with my bodyguard. I slid into the middle one. “Estate.” The driver nodded. We pulled out, merging into Manhattan traffic. Late night, streets empty. I leaned back, closing my eyes, mind on Raven. Her lips under the mask. The way she’d outdone Clarissa in Room 3. The way she glanced up at me from the floor, knowing I watched. And then suddenly, a screech of tires.