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“Oh, uh, honestly, freaking like a little bit. But not in a bad way,” I added in a hurry when I noticed the worried expressions creep onto their faces. “I was thinking taking two cocks was an art form I needed to practice.”

“Holy shit,” Nate groaned and leaned his head back against the car seat. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Everett chucked, gave me a quick peck, and helped me get back into my panties and jeans. Nate pulled his pants back up and said, “I need a nap now. Ev, drive us to Indianapolis.”

“Yes, sir,” Everett said with a tinge of sarcasm as he opened the car door to get back into the front seat.

“Stop, I’m getting hard again,” Nate joked with a whine.

I wasn’t tired, so I moved up to the front seat to sit with Everett while he drove and Nate napped in the back. We listened to music quietly and sipped our coffee, giving each other smiles and grins whenever we thought back to what we did in the back seat, but mostly not talking other than quiet driving directions. The sun rose behind us as we drove, and Everett reached for my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it while the surrounding light was golden and promising.

17

We stopped in an Indianapolis suburb at another gas station. I stayed in the car, having peed on the side of the highway an hour ago, and to avoid having all three of us seen. Our car had Ohio plates, making us a target as it was. There was no need to draw further attention with three people. I stayed reclined in the passenger seat and waited.

I felt bad that I didn’t drive. I wished I could have contributed to the journey more than watching for cops and nosey drivers. The guys never complained about my lack of driving, but I felt their thoughts about it every time they yawned.

A few minutes after we stopped, Nate came back with gas station coffee and water for us, having paid for gas with cash and used the restroom. Everett finished pumping the gas and then used the pay phone to call Easton. He got back in the car and was visibly grossed out. “That phone-” he stopped to stifle a gag. “I need hand sanitizer or something.”

Nate laughed as he and I rummaged through the stolen car. I found a takeout wet nap still in its little foil square. Everett quickly ripped it open and rubbed it over his ear and hands.

“Okay, so we need to take I-65 to get to Lexington. We’re going to skip around Louisville and go to Lexington proper. Easton says it’ll be about another 4 hours,” Everett said after he was sufficiently clean.

Nate passed back a coffee to Everett, who thanked him. It was seven thirty in the morning, and people started to fill the roads. A car pulled up next to us at another pump. We didn’t stick around and left as soon as we were done. The sunlight streaming through the clouds renewed our hope of getting to Easton and to safety.

It was near eight when a news report came on the radio and halted our conversation about the fantasy Xbox game Nate had been playing for weeks. “Breaking News coming out of Cleveland, Ohio, this morning. After last night’s attacks on Truman College, the families of the perpetrators are cooperating with police and investigators to find college students Evangeline Reid, Nathaniel Gibson, and Everett Monroe. It is believed they would have headed North to Canada to flee local authorities. More as it comes on News Channel 5.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would we flee to Canada? They would send us right back. Don’t people run to Mexico to hide?” Nate asked.

“The weather is nicer in Mexico. They extradite American criminals the same as Canada, though. There are also more places to hide in Mexico. And we could pass as tourists easier in their cities,” Everett mumbled. “So, people go there more often to hide.”

“Huh,” Nate considered. “I do love me some tacos.”

“Let’s get to Easton before we plan our next move, please,” Everett said, clearly not in a mood to joke around.

“They’re talking to our parents,” I said quietly, thinking of my dad in an interrogation room.

“Of course, they are. They’re going to get nothing. Other than my dad telling them we went to Canada,” Nate shrugged.

“Why do you think it was your dad that gave them that idea?” I asked.

“My family went to Canada a lot for vacations. We often tried to guess how many American criminals were in line at the border to get over and what their crimes were,” Nate explained. “It was how we passed the time if the lines were long as a kid. He would think that would be my first thought.”

“Whatwasyour first thought?” I asked him. We had let Everett take charge, so I wondered what Nate had been thinking.

“Mostly screaming internally,” Nate replied with a shy grin.

“Thank god one of us has a brain,” Everett smirked.

We made it to Lexington around noon, and there was enough hustle and bustle that nobody spared us a glance. Nate stayed reclined in the car while Everett and I went inside the gas station. I used the restroom and paid the attendant for gas while Everett used the restroom and grabbed some food for lunch. Someone was in the men’s room, so he was a few minutes behind me to get to the car.

“So, Everett will call Easton, and I think he’ll give us the last leg of instructions,” Nate said through the open window while I pumped the gas. He was lying across the back seat, so someone did not easily see him.

I nodded and looked around quickly to make sure no eyes lingered on me. “Yeah, I can’t wait for a full night’s rest. I’ll be able to think so much better about all of this once I sleep,” I said, and yawned.

A car pulled into the gas station, and I looked up. It was a cop car. My heart sank to my stomach, and I looked at Nate. He was watching me with fear in his eyes. “What?”

“A cop just pulled in,” I breathed as I watched the car pull around to the other side of the station to where the parking spots were. “He might be just getting a coffee; he’s going to park.”

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