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As we drive, her hand moves from my arm to my leg, until finally, she’s stroking me through my jeans, purring as I try to focus on the road.
I think she’s just double answered the whole baby making question.
Checking the signs as we drive, and hoping she doesn’t start stroking me too fast, I calculate the time needed to get over the state line and then to our next major city.
I decide on the spot that a roadside motel won’t do. Not for our first time, to claim her as my own it has to be nothing but the best.
I feel my foot getting heavy and the truck humming to life as we pick up just enough speed to make a difference without attracting attention.
Faith eventually contents herself to grip me through my jeans and in a short while, she falls asleep, murmuring my name occasionally and moaning, shifting in her seat.
Driving me fucking crazy but also giving me a taste of what’s ahead for both of us.
We cross the state line, and although nothing feels changed, I do notice a sensation of being freer with Faith now.
Not under her Daddy’s roof anymore and nothing but the open road ahead of us.
Our future.
I still have three states to cross after this one, but if I don’t claim her soon, if I don’t do something to ease this ache inside us both, it’s gonna feel like a forever trip instead of just a day or two.
It’s out of our way of a straight line, but I need gas now anyway and the next major turn off is towards a major city too.
That means a proper rest stop, the best hotel I can find, and the rest of tonight and as much of tomorrow as I can manage with Faith all to myself.
“Are we there yet?” Fait mumbles, clawing at me gently once she feels the truck stop as I’m letting myself out to fill up the truck at a gas station.
“Almost, Faith,” I tell her, kissing her head and leaning her back the other way so I can shut the door.
Almost.
I fill up and having a quick glance underneath the truck without opening the hood, I can see my repairs are holding nicely.
Everything really is just falling into place.
In twenty minutes, we’re on the outskirts of the city and I suddenly wish I’d done some research beforehand so I knew which hotel was the best.
I should’ve asked the guy at the gas station.
Like he’d know which five star hotel is best for me, working the graveyard shift in a highway gas stop.
Our good luck holds though, and after not too long I see a tall silhouette with a familiar five star chain in blazing lights.
I nudge Faith awake and within minutes I’m staring down at a snooty valet who looks like he doesn’t want to park my truck until he sees my billfold.
Yeah, I got money buddy. I can afford to be here, all month if I really want to be.
With a click of his fingers, a night porter appears, offering to take my case but my look tells him everything.
The same look intensifies when he wants to get close to Faith, but he only wants to help her with her bag.
Fine.
“We’re staying here?” Faith asks, gulping as I pull her close once we’re walking through the huge double glass doors.
“Sure, I figure a good night’s sleep in an expensive bed will restore us both for the road ahead tomorrow,” I tell her, winking and making her blush.
Making her shiver under my arm as I feel my baby maker spring to life in my jeans.Chapter ThirteenFaithI’ve never seen a five star hotel, let alone stayed in it. I want to protest, but Noah seems like he’s right at home with his T-shirt, jeans, and boots, telling the concierge just how he’d like things as he peels off enough Ben Franklins to let the guy know he has plenty of cash.
I can’t help but wonder if it’s dirty money, from that heist. But I still can’t picture Noah taking anything that didn’t belong to him either.
And, more than anything else. I trust him, just like he asked me to.
If he has a lot of cash on hand, that’s his business. He probably works very hard for it.
An even bigger part of me, the hot and wet part of me, couldn’t care less either. I just want Noah all to myself, and I can feel the excitement building in me already.
Nervous, but determined, and horny as hell, I mentally prepare myself for the truth that tonight is finally happening.
Happening to little old me.
Faith Holding.
Mrs. Faith Holding-Templeton…
Alright, alright. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
“It’s not a matter of payment, Mr. Templeton. It’s a question of vacancies,” The concierge says smugly, scanning his screen and scratching his bottom lip with his teeth.
