Page 49 of The Wrong Drive

“Turner,” I cry out his name as I crash around him, the walls of my pussy pulsing with pleasure as he sucks in my breast, circling my nipple with his tongue. I cling to him as he thrusts through my climax, drawing it out as he picks up his pace.

“I love it when you come,” he pants into my chest, palming and kissing me with an added air of hunger now. He pumps into me over and over, and I watch him, the god of a man, losing his control inside of me.

It’s almost spiritual, the way he moves and fucks me. He’s not thinking about his past or future—and he’s not fighting urges for violence. He’s just himself, and as he explodes inside of me, filling me with his cum, he groans out my name.

“Emersyn,” he rumbles, the deep tenor in his voice shaking the walls of my chest cavity. He locks eyes with me before he collapses, pulling out and resting his head against my upper abdomen.

I stroke his hair as we lay there, lost in the moment and still disconnected from reality. “Turner,” I say, running my fingers through his hair once more. “I don’t want to leave.”

His breaths slow but he doesn’t look up at me. “Then don’t.”

“People will wonder where I am, and not to mention, there’s also the issue of my ex-boyfriend…”

He stiffens at that, pushing himself up off the bed. “We don’t have to make it complicated. You ended up here. He ended up God knows where, out searching for you—or whatever.”

“And what about my phone?”

Turner’s brow furrows. “What about it?”

“I don’t have one anymore, and my guess is that people will want to know why.” The thought starts to give me anxiety, bursting through the illusion that I could somehow stay quietly with Turner for the rest of my life.

“Hey,” Turner tips my chin toward him. “It’s all okay. I’ll figure it out. It’s easy to say you lost your phone in the blizzard.”

“Adam’s jeep is in your barn,” I reason, as Turner shifts up the bed and wraps his arms around me. “What are we supposed to do about that?”

“I’ve gotten rid of vehicles before.” His voice is quiet. “I’ll put it in the river not far from here. I’ll take care of that. You don’t have to worry about it, Em. I’ve got it.”

“You buried your brother under a tree that could easily be spotted if the cops came and searched your place.” I turn to him, starting to feel a sense of worry. “What would happen?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Maybe I’d go to prison. Maybe that wouldn’t be the end of the world. I don’t care. I did what I did.” The sincerity in his voice calms my mind, but only for a split second. Gunner lets out a bark, and Turner’s entire expression grows stone cold.

“What is it?” I ask him as he lunges off the bed, grabbing his clothes.

Just as he opens his mouth to answer me, I hear it.

Sirens.

Chapter 23

Turner

I knewthis would happen eventually.I swallow the apprehension as I finish dressing and head for the front door of the cabin. I opened the gate this morning, thinking that Emersyn and Gunner would be leaving, and I’d be left to decompose in the barn. Instead, I’m now trudging out into the afternoon to face cops.

Merry Christmas to me.

“Thomas Martin?” the officer calls out as he climbs out of his SUV, parked behind Em’s dug out truck.

“Turner,” I correct him, coming down the steps to greet the officer. He’s around my age, and honestly, is a rather puny guy with gray hair and mustache. I could take him, but that would be an even worse idea than letting myself live. “Thomas is my brother.”

“Ah, right. I forgot you moved in all those years ago. Never really see much of you.” He watches my reaction with icy blue eyes, already full of suspicion.

“Yeah, I don’t get out much,” I answer him flatly. “What can I do for you?”

He points to the truck. “For starters, you can tell me why this truck is in your driveway.”

I shrug. “Yeah, it’s Emersyn’s. She accidentally pulled in here at the start of the blizzard. Got stuck. I dug her out this morning when the roads were finally cleared.”

“Andwhereis she?” He lightens a little, but not much. “She hasn’t been in contact with any of her family. They’ve been worried.”

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