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He cries out when I thrust deep. “Yes. So fucking needy.”

“Turn over,” I say, pulling out. “Let me see that ass.”

Quickly, he gets on his knees, positioning his ass in the air as his face rests on the pillow.

I spread his cheeks and spit into his hole before pushing inside again. My fingers grip his waist as I pummel into him,and he grunts into the pillow, his fists clenching the same soft material.

His body raises slightly, just enough to get a hand underneath him so he can stroke himself.

“Fuck. So good. Yes. Give it to me,” he says through heavy pants.

“You like when I stretch your tight hole, don’t you?”

“Yes!” he shouts, his hand moving fast underneath him.

“You want my cum?”

“I fucking want it so bad. Fill me up.”

“Goddamn,” I moan. “So perfect.”

I move faster, deeper, harder. I fuck him like it’s the last time I’ll ever do it. Like I need the memory to last a lifetime.

“Fuck, Kaspian,” I groan. “Baby.”

“Ah! I’m gonna come.”

His back bows, and my orgasm hits. “Oh, god.”

Our noises are both filled with ecstasy and exhaustion. We yell out, moaning and groaning through our pleasure while sucking in lungfuls of air and panting like dogs.

I pull out and watch my cum drip from his hole before his body gives out and he collapses onto the mattress.

With a smack on his ass, I fall next to him, my body slick with sweat. “I can’t get enough of you, Kaspian.”

He lazily turns his head to face me, a grin on his lips. “Good.”

CHAPTER SIX

QUIN

As soon aswe woke up, we left the campsite before anybody else showed up. Kaspian and I traded off on driving, but we still stopped to park and camp in Alberta, forgoing our idea to travel to Banff. Then we continued our journey to a small unincorporated community called Trego in Montana.

Going through the border was a little nerve-racking, but luckily our enhanced driver’s licenses with our new identities worked just fine.

Trego is about eight and half hours from Seattle, Washington—a place I fled several years ago after killing someone I didn’t realize was a cop. Things got hot and that’s when I had to move to Vermont, and where I ultimately met Kaspian, so I guess it worked out the way it should’ve.

It’s still a little too close for comfort, but it’ll do for a quick stop. There’s all of maybe six hundred people here, and Kaspian was able to secure a cabin near a lake for the night. It’ll be nice to use a regular shower and have some better food.

We stopped by a store a while back to pick up some groceries, so we’ll be set for tonight. Then we’ll leave tomorrow to go to Idaho.

“The listing online said there’s a keypad to enter,” Kas says, gathering a few bags from the floor of the RV. “1-5-2-8,” he calls out.

“Okay.”

I take my own bag full of clothes and toiletries, plus the grocery bag, and head out into the snow. It’s about thirty degrees, but the walk from the RV to the front door only takes a minute.

I type in the code and push open the door. It’s a small space, but definitely bigger than the RV, so it’ll do.

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