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Even when he’s not here, he wants to degrade me. Am I sure I want to go back to this guy?
My internal thoughts respond with an instantaneous yes.
I turn over and bring the microphone close to my mouth. “Please, daddy. I need you,” I moan. “I’ll do anything if you come get me. Anything. Please.”
“Play with yourself,” he commands.
Are we really doing this over public radio? Where any trucker in radius can hear me? He’s making me feel like a CB whore—the kind you pick up on this damn thing—and I think that’s what he wants me to feel like. Typical Kane.
I drop my hand between my legs, click the button, and rub myself as I moan and plead over the radio for him.
“That moaning won’t cut it, Dropout. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
My cheeks flame hot. Considering my profession was sex work for a while, this shouldn’t embarrass me like it does, but my jobs were always private. But this? I’m servicing an entire fleet at once.
But if I want Kane, if I want Jax and Tobin, I have to play along.
I clear my throat and press the button. “I’m sliding my fingers through my slit. I’m so wet for you, daddy.”
When my finger slips off the button, the excited chatter of other men fills the silence, their desperation dripping from their thirsty words. But I can’t stop or Kane won’t come get me.
“I’m imagining your cock stretching me so fucking good. Don’t you want to come pick me up so you can feel me tightening around you?”
I let go of the button and hope he’ll say yes, that I can stop. Instead, a stranger’s voice comes through. “Shit, if he won’t come pick you up, I sure as fuck will.”
My eyes roll. After experiencing what Kane and his alters have to offer, nothing else could ever compare. “No thanks,” I say into the mic. “But it sure would be a shame to let all this wetness go to waste, wouldn’t it, Three Amigos?”
Keeping the button depressed, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them.
“I taste so good, daddy. Don’t you want to taste?” I pause. “Or would you rather choke me with your cock?”
I release the button and close my eyes as static pours from the speakers. Then I smile when his voice comes over the radio.
“I’m outside your house, Dropout. Get your ass out here.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Kane
I’m so stupid for driving back here for her, but how could I resist her desperation over the radio? I tried for as long as I could. Instead of going back on route, I hung around because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The truck is really fucking lonely without her, and Pup is driving me batshit with all the whining and pacing.
Aurora knows who I am now. She knows the true me. The I-90 Killer. A man who has been thought to be responsible for so many deaths. A man every police agency desperately wants to catch. She’s in love with a murderer. If she wants to come with me, then she’s accepted the risk of being with me.
With us.
I sit and wait in her driveway. When the door to her house opens, yelling follows. Someone isn’t happy that she plans to leave again. From the note Jax left for me, I learned they weren’t happy about her coming home either.
She whips open the passenger side door and climbs into the truck. That’s when I see her fucking cheek.
I grab her face and turn it so I can have a better look at the pink and purple bruising all along her face. “Who did this to you?” I ask, though I’m certain I know the answer. Her fucking father—the man standing in the doorway and staring me down. “Did he do this?”
She nods, and it’s all the confirmation I need. I undo my seat belt and whip open the door.
Her hand wraps around my arm and squeezes. “Don’t hurt him, Kane, please! Promise me!”
I want to do more than hurt him, but I also want to have some kind of fucked-up life with Aurora. That won’t be possible if I get put away for assault. Or, in this case, what would surely be murder.
Without promising her anything, I exit the truck and walk toward the doorway. Her father tries to slam the door in my face, but I catch it with my hand, ignore the pain, and push it open.
