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“...land me all the way to meeting you,” I tell her truthfully, pressing my lips against hers, gladly shifting the course of conversation away from me and my past.

Allison’s not such a pushover, though. She goes quiet for a minute, thinking until her eyes widen.

“I got it! Tell me what Trap looks like, and I’ll swear on any bible that it was him I saw busting into my mom’s. We can say we found the car and wallet after following him.”

But that’s just how things have always gone for me. Every time Trap’s even mentioned, it’s like a one-way ticket back to my cell. I can’t afford the risk, not so soon after finding Allison.

“We’ll keep moving,” I instruct her. I’ll figure something out.”

She doesn’t look so sure and looks an awful lot like a girl who wants to run home instead of with me. “I’m with you, no matter what happens,” she murmurs, making me hold her tighter. Somehow, convincing her I still have full command over the situation.

“And what are we gonna do about this?” she asks in an accusing tone, her eyes widening again once her hand reaches for the one thing I know she doesn't want to be without from now on.

I make a low sound in reply, easily forgetting everything when her fingers curl around my aching cock, still wet from being inside her for so long, longing already to be inside her again.

“The room is for a whole night,” I remind her, smiling when she squeaks with need, pumping my stiff organ until she’s telling me just what she wants to do about it.

Already impatient to fill her again, I slowly roll onto my back, Allison straddling me with her trembling body.

My hands run over her nakedness, kneading her chest gently as she gasps, inching herself onto me as if we never stopped.

Everything’s happening so fast, but it’s a slow burn—this thing between us, feeling more like a destination already more than something we’re headed for or anything else we’re running from.

Our eyes locked the same as our bodies. It’s the forever view I always dreamed of. Her hair bouncing in time with her chest, just like I always imagined it would. I only wish there’s more I could offer her.

I know better than most that a feeling like ours is one thing, but a roof over your head and money is the best way to experience it.

The distant memory of something so long ago presses against my mind as I feel myself gripping Allison harder. A pressure in my temples stabs at my brain just as much as my seed rising again.

It’s something so deep, so buried that only the feel of her on me and the powerful climax it draws from us both are enough to keep it in the shadows where I know it's been my whole life.

If there is a cure for whatever’s wrong with me, Allison’s it. The way she shudders and curls up against me, shivering little sounds. It tells me I’m just what she needs too.

“I’ll do better,” I rasp, not surprised to hear my rasping breath against hers.

“I’m not complaining.” She twirls the hairs on my chest as she settles herself down on top of me like the cat who’s had all the cream.

“I mean… I mean, I’ll do better than a motel room.”

“I’ll go where you go,” she reminds me, nuzzling my chest with her face, exhaling deeply before losing herself to sleep.

The realization that I left my bag, as well as a crime scene back at her mom’s, eats away at me long after my favorite distraction gets the rest she needs.

Her idea still sounds nuts, going back, I mean, but maybe the only way to get rid of Trap forever is to cut him loose the same way he’s hung me out to dry so many times.

Will it work?

Only one way to find out.

CHAPTER 8

Allison

My eyes snap open with a habitual jolt of panic. Life after my mom’s place hasn’t been smooth sailing, but I’ve never woken up in a strange motel room with an even stranger bedmate.

The gravity of last night is soon replaced with the soothing sounds and warm hands that made it all worthwhile, running over me again.

His eyes were the last thing I remember, and they're the first thing I see when I wake up.

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