Page 48 of Too Many Beds

“Whatever you do, figure it out soon. The sooner you’re off the road, the better. If these men think they can get to my son more easily than me, they will.”

“He’s safe with us, I promise. If there’s anything I’m good at, it’s disappearing when I need to,” I say firmly.

“Good, because that’s exactly what you need to do right now. If anything happens to him, you’ll end up having to do it again, except it’ll be me you’re hiding from. And nothing is ever too hard for me to find.” His tone is hard and sinister.

Before I can respond, the call ends. He hung up. A knot forms in my throat as I slide my phone into my back pocket.

“What did he say?” Mitch walks closer.

“We need to go hang low somewhere. Taking him home to his dad is no longer an option. Not right now.”

“Where the hell are we supposed to do that?” Vance bites out.

“I have an idea,” Oakley offers. “My mom’s cabin she inherited from my grandma. No one knows about it but us. She doesn’t have any other family and never takes anyone there but me. She was always too scared to reveal the location to anyone, in case it got back to people my dad knew and there came a time we needed to run somewhere safe.”

My eyes widen in interest and the others listen quietly. “Where is it?”

He rubs the back of his head, looking around. “About five hours north of here.”

“Alright.” I scrub my jaw. “Give me the address and I’ll lead the way.”

“We aren’t seriously driving five hours straight on bikes when it’s nearly dark, are we?” Mitch says, lifting his eyebrows.

“We’ve been riding for hours today as it is, and I can barely keep my eyes open,” Vance complains.

“Yeah, alright.” I sigh. “We’ll stop at a motel in the next town.”

We all hop on our bikes and Oakley hesitates before climbing on behind me. Helmet on and strapped tightly under his chin, he wraps his arms around me, gripping tighter when I take off. Pressing closer to me, his body folds around mine, and I go faster to keep him this way the whole ride.

All the shifting he does behind me, and the random placement of his hands when I turn, makes it hard for my cock not to take notice. His boner keeps rubbing over the top of my ass and lower back. I’ve never taken it up the ass before but I can definitely picture myself bending over for Oakley. Whatever lands me a chance to have him naked in bed again.

He was asleep, you asshole.

It’s not like he meant to take his clothes off and rub his bare ass over my crotch as he came all over me. Does he still do that stuff in his sleep? I better get him a room to himself to be safe. At least his own bed.

An hour later, we pull up to a motel in the middle of nowhere, grabbing two rooms that link together. I get us checked in, using cash so I don’t leave behind a trail. Based on all the vacancies, the woman at the front desk isn’t in any position to turn me away. After grabbing the two key cards, I head outside and hand one to Vance. “For you and the princess there.” I point to Mitch.

He snatches the card from my hand, climbing off his bike with a low grunt before heading inside the room. Mitch follows behind him, glancing between me and my own little princess with a shit-eating grin on his face.

He doesn’t think I can behave myself, does he? I’d like to think I have more self-control than him. Oakley walks in first when I open the other door, his tight pants hugging his perky ass in all the right places. Well, at least Inormallyhave no issues keeping my hands to myself when I need to.

My skin buzzes when my arm rubs over his as I enter the room. I shut the door and toss my bag on the desk but Oakley holds his backpack close to him, looking around. “It might be more sanitary to sleep on the picnic table I saw outside.”

I sputter a laugh, opening the joining door when there’s a knock. Vance is standing in front of me—handing me a condom—and I shove him away, shooting him a glare. His eyes gleam and he smiles. “Better safe than sorry.” He slides it into my pocket as Oakley heads for the bathroom making more disgusted sounds.

“He’s definitely way more of a princess than me,” Mitch quips.

“Way prettier too,” Vance adds.

“This is strictly business and not the time to mix in pleasure.”

“It’s never stopped us before.” Vance grabs my package, squeezing gently, and I suck in a breath. He’s right. That ship has definitely sailed when it comes to the rest of us. It can’t happen with Oakley, though. I promised his dad nothing bad would come to him, and we are definitely nothing good.

“As long as he’s with us, it has to.”

Spinning around, Mitch sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Since when did you become such a fucking by-the-book guy, huh?”

“Since he’s had something to be possessive over,” Vance says almost too loudly.

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