Page 70 of Grave Intentions

As Boston disappears behind us, I sink into the passenger seat, the highway stretching endlessly south into the darkness.

The headlights cut through the darkness as we pull into a deserted motel parking lot. My muscles ache from sitting so long, and exhaustion weighs heavy on my eyelids. Four hours of watching trees and road signs blur past has drained me.

Talon kills the engine, plunging us into silence broken only by crickets chirping in the distance. "We should get some sleep here. Can't risk using cards or leaving a paper trail. And we've got cash, but we must be careful about spending it."

I turn to him. The dim parking lot lights cast shadows across his face, but I can still see the weariness in his eyes. He's been driving nonstop, keeping us moving forward while I dozed on and off.

"I love you," I whisper, leaning across the center console to press my lips against his. "Through everything, I love you."

His hand cups my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His familiar taste grounds me, reminding me why we're here and running. For all his darkness, for all the blood on our hands, he's my anchor.

"Back seat," he murmurs against my mouth. "More room to stretch out."

We climb over the seats, arranging ourselves in the limited space. Talon pulls me against his chest, and I curl into his warmth. His heartbeat thumps steadily under my ear as his fingers trail through my hair.

The leather seats creak as we settle in. It's uncomfortable, but I feel safer with him than I've ever felt.

I can't sleep. My mind is a mess of thoughts and worries, each knotting my stomach. The steady rhythm of Talon's heartbeat eventually draws my eyes open. The car interior is almost pitch black, illuminated only by the faint glow of the parking lot lights through the windshield.

We're pressed together, his body curled around mine, with my ass snuggled against his hard dick. I shift slightly, needing some relief from the pressure building between my legs. His hand settles on my hip, his thumb making lazy circles on my skin.

"Can't sleep?" he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my ear.

I shake my head, not trusting my voice. Being this close to him, skin to skin, has my heart thumping erratically.

His hand slides down to cup my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Horny?"

I swallow. "Kind of."

"Mmm, me too." His hand moves lower, fingers dipping between my legs. "You're so wet."

I nod, biting my lip to hold back a moan as he teases my clit. "Your fault," I whisper.

"My fault?" He chuckles, his free hand tightening on my hip. "Baby, this is all you. I can't help it if my girl likes to rub her ass against my cock."

I can feel the smile stretching my lips as he continues to play with me, his fingers slipping deeper. "I didn't think we'd end up fucking in my car."

He thrusts his hips gently, his cock sliding along the cleft of my ass. "There's a lot of things I never thought we'd do, but somehow we keep surprising each other." His fingers curl inside me, hitting just the right spot.

"Oh, fuck," I breathe, my nails digging into his arm.

"My thoughts exactly," he says, lips trailing down my neck. "Gonna make you come all over my hand, baby. And then, I'm gonna fill you up and make you scream."

His thumb presses against my clit, sending sparks through my body. "Talon," I gasp, my back arching against him.

"That's it," he groans, kissing my shoulder. "Let go for me."

His fingers curl and pump, his thumb working in perfect rhythm. I can't think, can't breathe, can only feel. I'm tumbling over the edge, dragged under by his whispered encouragements.

"That's my girl," he breathes, kissing my ear as my body shudders through the aftershocks. "I need to bury myself deep inside that tight pussy."

His dirty talk sends sparks straight to my core, desire coiling low in my belly again. "Fuck, yes," I manage to whisper.

He pulls his hand away, and I whine at the loss. "You're insatiable tonight."

I roll my eyes, even though he can't see me in the dark. "Says the guy with the raging hard-on."

His chuckle vibrates against my back. "Fair point. Guess it's my turn to take care of this problem."

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