The Highway’s Forbidden Toll - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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A soft moan escaped my lips as I parted them, taking Connor's finger into my mouth. Swaying his arm playfully, I murmured, "Yes."
His breathing turned rough and uneven.
Pressing both hands against the bunk, I arched my hips and crawled toward him on my knees—slow, deliberate, like a predator closing in.
Afterward, I lay sprawled across the bunk, my neck slick with sweat, while Connor rested his head against me, his chest still heaving...
Later, we swapped numbers with a silent agreement: this never happened.
By the time I made it back to where Ethan's car had stalled, night had swallowed the road.
No point pretending I wasn’t nervous—stepping out of that truck, my hands trembled. The scorching heat didn’t help, forcing me to knot a silk scarf tight around my neck to hide the marks.
As the truck rolled past our car, Connor lowered his window and shot Ethan a thumbs-up. "Your girl’s a keeper. Better not screw it up."
Thank God Ethan missed the way Connor’s gaze lingered on me—too busy griping about how I’d "folded" to their demands.
That night, the car became a warzone.
I screamed at him for caring more about cash than my safety.
Lying across the backseat, the idea of spending another minute with him made my skin crawl.
The second he stepped out to take a leak, I grabbed my backpack and bolted.
I had no idea that choice would flip my life upside down.
The map claimed the nearest town was only six miles away. Halfway there, my phone and power bank gave out.
Not a single car for miles. Defeated, I turned back.
My stomach dropped—Ethan was gone.
Fear slithered up my spine. Middle of nowhere. No lights. No people. Just whatever lurked in the dark. Then it hit me—that road-trip novel I’d read.
On the Extraterrestrial Highway, some hitchhikers paid their way with more than "thanks."
I gnawed my lip. I’d already crossed one line today. If it got me out of this nightmare, fine.
Just as I started shivering, headlights cut through the dark. Desperate, I waved like a maniac, thumb jutting out.
The window rolled down. My breath hitched.
Connor. Again.
One day, two run-ins.
He smirked, gum snapping between his teeth. "Waiting for me, sweetheart?"
That cocky grin—right, he’d mentioned making two runs today.
Seriously?
After some awkward small talk, I climbed in.
Maybe it was the shadows, but his hands got bold fast.
Another thumbs-up. "What, I didn’t satisfy you earlier?"
"N-no! It’s not like that!" Even braced for it, the words electrocuted me.
I buried my face in my hands, rigid in the seat.
When he heard Ethan ditched me, Connor punched the steering wheel, swearing violently.
Something about the fury in his eyes—before I knew it, I shoved him back into his seat.
His breathing turned rough and uneven.
Pressing both hands against the bunk, I arched my hips and crawled toward him on my knees—slow, deliberate, like a predator closing in.
Afterward, I lay sprawled across the bunk, my neck slick with sweat, while Connor rested his head against me, his chest still heaving...
Later, we swapped numbers with a silent agreement: this never happened.
By the time I made it back to where Ethan's car had stalled, night had swallowed the road.
No point pretending I wasn’t nervous—stepping out of that truck, my hands trembled. The scorching heat didn’t help, forcing me to knot a silk scarf tight around my neck to hide the marks.
As the truck rolled past our car, Connor lowered his window and shot Ethan a thumbs-up. "Your girl’s a keeper. Better not screw it up."
Thank God Ethan missed the way Connor’s gaze lingered on me—too busy griping about how I’d "folded" to their demands.
That night, the car became a warzone.
I screamed at him for caring more about cash than my safety.
Lying across the backseat, the idea of spending another minute with him made my skin crawl.
The second he stepped out to take a leak, I grabbed my backpack and bolted.
I had no idea that choice would flip my life upside down.
The map claimed the nearest town was only six miles away. Halfway there, my phone and power bank gave out.
Not a single car for miles. Defeated, I turned back.
My stomach dropped—Ethan was gone.
Fear slithered up my spine. Middle of nowhere. No lights. No people. Just whatever lurked in the dark. Then it hit me—that road-trip novel I’d read.
On the Extraterrestrial Highway, some hitchhikers paid their way with more than "thanks."
I gnawed my lip. I’d already crossed one line today. If it got me out of this nightmare, fine.
Just as I started shivering, headlights cut through the dark. Desperate, I waved like a maniac, thumb jutting out.
The window rolled down. My breath hitched.
Connor. Again.
One day, two run-ins.
He smirked, gum snapping between his teeth. "Waiting for me, sweetheart?"
That cocky grin—right, he’d mentioned making two runs today.
Seriously?
After some awkward small talk, I climbed in.
Maybe it was the shadows, but his hands got bold fast.
Another thumbs-up. "What, I didn’t satisfy you earlier?"
"N-no! It’s not like that!" Even braced for it, the words electrocuted me.
I buried my face in my hands, rigid in the seat.
When he heard Ethan ditched me, Connor punched the steering wheel, swearing violently.
Something about the fury in his eyes—before I knew it, I shoved him back into his seat.
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