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‘Don’t be a brat. Otherwise, you’ll be over my knee again.’
‘Promise?’
I groaned as I dragged myself upright. She lay spread on the bed, my boxers dark grey where she’d been so wet, her hair tousled about her, cheeks flushed beneath her sexy freckles. It was enough to make my cock twitch back to life. Never had I thought I’d see Esther like that. I’d always seen the prim, poised side of her. It was a fucking sight to behold.
‘I’m going to go clean up. The tyre guy will be here in an hour. I’ll get you showered after me, and then we can eat whatever we have left from yesterday.’
A dark look crossed her face as I brought her back to reality.
When I got out of the shower ten minutes later, she was gone.
TWENTY-ONE
ESTHER
The minute the bathroom door closed, I was on my feet, my legs still unsteady from the blissfully tortuous orgasm he’d ground into me. Who knew I could orgasm humping him like my pillow? It had been far hotter than I could have imagined, desperation building until I came hard, grinding against him. His blue eyes had grown more intense as he came, and it left me feeling powerless to anything but lust. I’d wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to reach toward him and capture his lips with mine. To taste him, to swallow his groans. But whatever this was, it wasn’t romance. It wasn’t kissing and sweetness. Just two stressed people dealing with it in the least sensible way. A spark of solace amongst the whole sordid affair.
I pulled on my jeans, unable to do them up but lacking the time to care. I had to get to the car before the tyre guy fixed it. Hunting around for his knife, I let out a frustrated groan. Where was it? My hands would have to stay tied, which would slow me down.
As I checked the last drawer on the taped-together desk, I found a box of matches with the motel’s name branded across the pack.
Fire.
Fire was perfect.
But how the hell did you set a car on fire? I needed fuel, air, and ignition. I had the matches, but what about the fuel?
Glancing around the sparse room, there was nothing I could see that would help. There would be petrol in the car’s tank, but I needed to get it into the interior for it to burn quickly. There was no tubing around that I could use as a syphon.
Shit. I was running out of time.
Then I spotted an abandoned bath towel, thinned from years of use. There was even a small hole at one end. I stood on the towel and used my bound hands to rip a long strip. God, I hoped it would work.
Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the hotel door and grabbed Alec’s keys from the side. The car sat in the car park a little distance from the building. Far enough, I hoped. I didn’t want to burn the hotel down. Mass murder was definitely not in my life goals.
My bare feet hit the tarmac, making me wince as small stones bit into the flesh. I got to the car, unlocking it, and finding the button to ping open the petrol cap. Stuffing the strip of towel into the tank until only a tiny tuft poked out, I glanced back at the door to our room. The towel slipped as I looked away, and I cursed before reaching in with my fingers and grasping it.
The smell of petrol burned at my nose as I took out the sopping towel and ran it over the material of the back and front seats before leaving it in the driver’s seat and winding a window down. Fuel and air. All I needed was the ignition.
My wrists ached where they remained bound by the plastic ties as I groped into my pocket and pulled out the matches.
‘Esther!’ Alec’s voice carried over the car park, and I dropped the matches, sending them skittering over the ground. Dipping down, I grabbed one and struck it against the box, throwing it into the car right as a heavy impact hit me from the side.
The tarmac burned against my side as we hit the ground, Alec’s weight bearing me down as he gripped my face painfully between his fingers.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he asked, fury spilling out with his words.
For a moment, I thought I’d failed until I heard the lick of flames behind us. A relieved laugh escaped my mouth as he looked up, his face falling as he cursed.
‘You burned my car? Fucking hell, Esther. I thought you were done with this?’
His words burned into my chest as he spoke, his displeasure sending a thread of guilt through me. But I had to do it. He left me no choice.
With dwindling cash and no transport or communication, he’d have to ditch me and go home. Surely?
‘I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t try everything to dissuade you from taking me back.’
His fingers dug painfully into my arm as he got to his feet and dragged me with him. Flickering orange flames were engulfing the seats, plastic and foam melting and dripping in a fiery waterfall onto the tarmac below.
