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

The back door of the SUV slams with a finality that echoes in the empty lot. Sasha doesn’t waste a second. He shoves me down across the wide back seat, climbing over me like a predator who’s been leashed too long. The tinted windows are already fogging from the heat rolling off us.

And Romeo got his dream truck. I push away my melancholy thoughts, light up a cigarette and put a crack in the window. I turn up the radio as I head towards the city to 318. I smile when I look in the rearview mirror to see a white SUV following closely behind me. I stick my hand out the window and wave. Blaze blows his horn.

“Then let’s go.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Grabbed the tray, tossed it, came back, took my hand, and pulled me toward the car. “Rocco, slow down…” “I’m not gonna make it home.” He opened my door, and I got in. The back seat. Not the front. The back. My heart slammed. He got in the other side. The door shut with a solid thunk. The windows were already starting to fog. “You’re insane,” I said.

ELARA POV I shove the door open, spilling out onto the sun-drenched steps. A black sedan car is parked at the curb, its front window rolled down, and naturally, I head for the passenger door, grasping the handle. “The back.” The low grumble comes from the caveman that’s always attached at the hip to Nero. “Cool,” I say, legs shuffling to the left. “I just thought it’s rude to sit at the back while you drive me around.” I wrench open the rear door and slide onto the plush leather. “But it’s cool nonetheless.”

I breathed out, still moving. He spins me, pushes me toward the backseat. “Backseat. Now. Knees down. Face the window.” Just orders that left no room for disobedience. I obeyed without hesitation. Rain beats down above us as I crawl into the backseat, the leather cool against my shins. I brace one hand on the fogged window, the other gripping the seat beneath me. My breath clouds the glass. My heart slams against my ribs. Roman climbs in behind me, shoving my thighs apart with one knee. Anticipation and desire had me clawing his lush, leather seat.

he said, already moving toward the Mustang. He eased me into the backseat with a gentleness that made my chest ache, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I’m getting you home.” Stella slid into the passenger seat, tossing me a teasing grin as she buckled in. “I told you shopping was a bad idea,” she said, but her tone was light, almost smug. Rohan climbed into the driver’s seat, the engine roaring to life. As we pulled away, the market fading behind us, I leaned back, my hands resting on my swollen belly. The pain in my back dulled, but my heart still raced, caught in the pull of the man driving us home.

Dangerous to me in all the wrong ways. My car was on level two—an unmarked black SUV, tinted windows, an engine that could start without a fuss. I opened the passenger door. Rhea hesitated for a split second—understandable mistrust when you’re with a stranger—then got in. I shut the door, walked around the hood, and slid into the driver’s seat. Key turned. Engine hummed low, steady, like a big animal holding itself back. “Seatbelt,” I said. “If not, I’ll put it on you myself.”

I whimper and he pulls me close. “There is no going back, Tatum.” He sighs, slowing as an SUV flies down a path toward us. I look around, not recognizing where we are. He loads me in, then crawls in behind me, pulling me into his lap. The second the door slams shut, the vehicle speeds off, making quick work of the distance I had just run.

The clinking of chains hitting concrete sounds on the other side, whining of ungreased hinges cry out as the door creeps open. "Everyone in one car. Fill the SUV, and I'll drive." Raymond barks as he opens the driver's door. Alec slides into the passenger seat, Kyson opens the hatch, and Kyle's arm slides behind my knees; cradling me in a cold embrace, he sets me in the cargo space and closes the door. Liz, Kyson, and Kyle file into the third row, Cordelia and Elias in the middle row. The engine roars to life, and the moment the last door shuts, red tail lights glow, and the car flies in reverse.

“Fuck no! My legs are like twice as long as hers, you really want me to ride all the way to Denver stuffed in the back seat?” “It’s my back seat or Jax’s,” I say, looking over at him through the vehicle as I climb into the drivers’ side. Theo mumbles a few choice words under his breath, leaving the passenger door standing open and moving to open the back door instead, shuffling past Astrid in the process. “Brock, I can…” she starts, but I shoot her a look that has her snapping her mouth closed. I point to her across the center console, my eyes dark. “Get in.”