Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Nolan,” I answer while texting back my ETA. “His truck is somehow out of fucking gas.”
“Didn’t he just fill up?”
“Yeah.” Starting the engine is followed by an irritated headshake. “And I ran every fucking diagnostic test under the sun too.” Post checking my surroundings, I begin reversing. “Everything came back fucking clear.”
She offers me a teasing grin. “Which is what’s making my Polar Express so pissed.”
“I do not enjoy that movie,” shifting gear is attached to me adding, “but I do appreciate the attempted Christmas vehicle reference.”
“I don’t know any car movies about Christmas!”
“They don’t exist.”
“You should write Hallmark about that.”
Another small round of snickers appears prior to me announcing, “I gotta swing by our place to grab cans and take ‘em to him. And…probably check what the fuck is going on under his hood, so it doesn’t happen when he’s out grabbing clients.” Exiting onto the main road back to our side of the county line is accompanied by a declaration. “You’re coming with.”
“You’re not asking.”
“No.”
“Then I’m telling you to bring me down better shoes because those boots are dead to me.”
Light laughs leave us both as I toss my agreement in her doodling direction. “Got it.”
Our return drive into the heart of Death Canyon is filled with instrumental holiday music and so much open road that my inner “Toretto” can’t stay contained. While I half expect Bunny to complain – or at the very least to remind me she’s in the car so I should slow down – she doesn’t.
She simply leans back in her seat and admires the scenery we’re speeding by.
The view of the night sky.
Me.
And having her eyes on me is like having her hand on my leg, pushing down, forcing me to accelerate faster and faster, encouraging me to recreate one of my favorite scenes from the early films, tempting me into really doing something behind this wheel to take her breath away.
Soft hums from her fuse to my favorite ones of my engine, creating a symphony so fucking incredible it’s impossible to keep my cock from swelling.
Which she immediately notices.
And gives a teasing squeeze over my jeans.
Goddamnit, why couldn’t he have run out of gas after I had fucked her?
Maybe I still could?
Quickie on the side of the road?
Instead of caving to those thoughts – and fuck would it be easy to – I slow us down and cruise us at a more appropriate speed past the shops despite knowing everyone’s at the festival per tradition.
Snatching up Bunny’s garage sneakers along with securing cans in the trunk is done quickly and given how she’s dramatically licking her lips to flash me her tongue ring, it’s safe to assume she wants us back home as soon as fucking possible too.
I text Nolan again that we’re on our way, only to find myself a little surprised that I haven’t heard back from him.
Not even an acknowledgement that he got the text.
Or a thank you.
Shit.
Is his cell dead too?
Worrying that my boyfriend is completely stranded with no resources prompts me to increase my speed; however, upon our arrival a few feet back, the reason he’s been silent is a lot more apparent.
“Is he asleep?” Bunny giggles in disbelief. “Just…takin’ a nap on the job?”
“His phone’s probably dead.” I kill the engine and pop the trunk. “Besides, he could probably use it.” The keys slide out of the ignition into my palm. “Between house shit and work shit, I really don’t think he’s getting more than four hours a day.”
Our girl does her best to lighten the situation. “Practice for when the baby comes?”
“Fuck, I hope not,” leaves me right above a whisper prior to slipping out to grab the cans.
Lugging them over to the back of his truck is quickly followed by moving over to tap on the driver’s window.
Two knocks are typically more than enough to get him lifting his head off the wheel and groaning and complaining and grumbling about the noise, yet nothing.
Absolutely.
Nothing.
Not a flinch.
Not even a twitch.
Pressing my face closer to the window reveals to me that he’s thankfully breathing, providing me with momentary relief, but upon looking a bit harder, I notice his hands are wedged between his legs.
Zip tied.
“Ohfuck,” barely makes it past my parted lips before one arm is swiftly slung around my neck while a hard object is violently pressed into my side where it unleashes an unbearable electric shock. “Fuckkkkkkk!!!!”
“I had it modified for maximum pain.” The hold around my throat tightens, cutting off my oxygen supply further, causing me to desperately grasp for breath around the continuously charged jolts frying my system. “You won’t be able to save her.” Pain begins paralyzing me to the point where my lungs burn. “You won’t be able to move.” My mind blanks as my head throbs. “But you’ll be able hear her scream.” My frame ceaselessly trembles, preparing to collapse the instant he lets go. “And watch me take her away…”