she did nothing to make him stop. “You do not get to call me that twice in one day!” She glared at him but remained silent. “There is no way one of my brothers is coming to get you. If anyone is going to protect you, it’s me.”
He cast a look at the road before he pulled her towards him and kissed her. He kept an eye on the road as his lips punished hers until she mewled under him. That whimper was what he lusted after. It could get him off quicker than just about anything. He lived for those cries of surrender, and from Ember, the small whimper lit him up like a fucking roman candle on the Fourth of July. He released her chin and seat belt before he pulled her across the seat firmly tucking her next to him. When she started to pull away, he growled, “Sit there and be absolutely silent until I tell you to speak or I’ll whip your sassy ass. And believe me, I’ll enjoy every second of that!”
Uncharacteristically, Ember complied. She sat quietly beside him with her eyes downcast. The only movement he saw was her bottom lip being repeatedly pulled into her mouth. God, not like that was distracting after the kiss they just shared. Casting his eyes to the rear view mirror, he watched the truck with Texas plates. It still held its distance. Great. All this fun and a couple of douchebag wannabe druggies.
Joseph drove for miles waiting until the area surrounding the interstate became remote. A plan coalesced before he spoke, startling the pouting woman next to him. Making his move away from potential witnesses was going to require some ingenuity on his part.
“Ember, we have a tail. I’m going to stop to get gas. When I ask you to freshen up go into the station and lock yourself in women’s restroom. Do not open the door until you hear my voice. You got that?”
She looked up at him before she nodded and rubbed her arms as if to ward off a chill. Those beautiful green eyes showed her lust and more than a little confusion. Joseph hated he didn’t have time to finish her little lesson right now, but other things, a/k/a douchebag wannabe druggies took priority.
“Reach behind me and take the phone out of the front pocket of my pack. Take it with you. If I don’t come get you in twenty minutes, power it up, push the redial button and tell whomever answers the phone your name and that I need assistance. Whatever you do, don’t leave that bathroom.”
“Are they going to try to kill us?” Those big green eyes were now wide with fear.
“Those two? I doubt it. They’re probably hoping for a snatch and grab opportunity. The unknown is how they knew we were heading this way and if they have reported us as a suspected contact. I’m going to have a conversation with the gentlemen while you powder your nose.”
*
Joseph veered into an ancient gas station and pulled up to the pump. His pale face was drawn tight, and he was sweating. “Go. Don’t come out for any reason.”
Em nodded her head simply because she couldn’t speak. Terrified of the men who followed them, she walked into the station going straight to the back of the building and locked herself in the lady's restroom. Leaning against the wall, she waited. Her nerves jumped at every sound she heard in the adjacent store as the minutes stretched on. Ember tried to breathe deeply to counteract the anxiety, but the exercise just made her nauseous. Pacing in the tiny room, she lurched and cupped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream when a knock sounded on the door. She held her breath and waited. A woman’s voice asked, “Excuse me miss, is everything all right?”
Ember’s voice shook as she responded. “Yes, thank you. I have an upset stomach. Could you give me a couple minutes, please?”
“You betcha, hun. Just checking on you. You’ve been in there for a while and you haven’t paid for the gas that was pumped.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll come out and pay. Just not right now.” Ember flushed the toilet to punctuate her comment.
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