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“This will be tighter than with the vibrator. Are you sure, Joy?”

Nodding, I wait for him to enter. As he does, a heat envelopes me, the stretch of my body accepting him. As they move in sync, I feel everything exponentially. Before long, my body crests with the joy it feels, and I scream out my release as they fall in time behind me.

Collapsing on the body of Salem, giggling through my body’s final shudder, Malachi exits gently. Slumping to the side, falling off Sal’s spent member, I’m thoroughly and utterly satisfied.

“Wow,” is all I can muster.

“Wow is right,” Salem states.

Curling back within their arms, I know I’m where I should be.

Chapter 22

Malachi

Stretching out my back, arching away from Joy, the sun has fully set. The air is frigid. The three of us had fallen asleep, exhausted and sated in the pleasures of each other.

Very little can be seen around us, even though I can hear distinct howling of coyotes in the area. In the distance, a light from a motel sign is visible through the rock crop in front of us.

Tapping Sal on the shoulder, I try not to rouse Joy yet. “Salem.”

Stirring abruptly, rushing to rise, the light halos around him. I can just make out his form. “What? Where are we?”

“We fell asleep. Do you see the hotel light?”

Turning, he shows his naked form to the desert. “Do you think it’s worth checking out?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a bed for the night. It’s been a bit, and I’m sure Joy would love a shower.”

“Maybe they have a diner.”

Knowing a room full of people isn’t a great place for him, I walk past the idea and work toward what will be good. “How about a bed. We’ll just work on that for now.”

Rising off the ground, I try to rouse Joy. “Love, it’s time to wake. We’re looking at a place to sleep.”

Stirring, Joy murmurs as she reaches around for me and Sal. “Um…where are my heating blankets? It’s cold out here.”

“Sweetie, come on. We’re going to check out a motel,” Salem pipes up as he tosses on his clothes. “It’ll be fun to have a shower.”

That piques her interest. “A shower?” Joy stands groggily and begins grabbing up her tattered clothes. “And food? Oh my God, I’m so starved.”

“We might be lucky. There could be a diner,” Sal tells her. Even in the pitch-black of night, I can tell he’s excited about the prospect.

“I could have pie. I’ve been wanting pie since that last diner.” Joy is exuberant too. She’s reminded of that night in Oklahoma...

Maybe this was a bad idea.

That last diner didn’t go over so well. Actually, we’ve yet to stop at a diner thatdidn’tturn murderous. Slipping my runners on, I open the trunk to put the blanket and tarp back as they dress.

Even in darkness, I’m surprised I can hear their banter and know the two of them are excited. Happily thinking about the possibilities of our next stop having pie, the two are giddy.

“Sal, will you shake out the blanket?” Joy is a magnet for heat, and these cool nights cause her to bitch if we don’t consider that ahead of time.

In the trunk, pulling out a sweater, jeans, and a T-shirt for Joy, I toss them across to her as I look to Sal. “I’m gonna start the heat for Joy.”

Leaving the two of them, it takes only a moment before the passenger door opens and Joy hops in back. “Holy crap, it’s freezing out there.” Rubbing her arms and legs, she’s trying to warm the blood in her veins. “Can you point the—”

Without giving Joy time to finish her thought, I’ve already moved the vents her way.

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