“I should be able to,” I huffed out, burying my face against his barechest.
“You will, in time. We have to work slow, take one step at a time before leaping,” Elijah soothed me. “You will get there. It’s a process, and with what you went through, I don’t expect you to be able to just jump right in. I’m happy that you even want to try, and that’s whatcounts.”
“I love you,” I sighed, looking up athim.
“I love you too,” he replied before gently kissing mylips.
I felt off and upset at myself. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew Elijah was right. I had to give it time. Maybe the next time we had a few hours to ourselves, we could try again. Or, maybe Kelly and Kaleb’s offer still stood—I could watch them do a scene, so I knew what toexpect.
We ended up falling asleep, hanging onto one another. Elijah was up first, letting me sleep longer as he took a shower and got the room picked up the room before I ever got up. I found him naked, just getting out of the shower when Ientered.
Not able to help myself, I took his soft dick in my hand, enjoying the feel. I felt smug when he grew and groaned, leaning his head against the top of myhead.
“If you start, you have to finish it,” he mutteredhappily.
I was more than happy to, bringing him a fast relief before taking a showermyself.
Once we were both ready, we headed out to pick up Lizzy from Joslyn. She could have easily brought her home, but Elijah said he needed to get out of the house for just a few minutes, so we both decided togo.
The late March sky was overcast with dark clouds from the incoming storm that was to bring us a few inches of snow and slick, icy roads. It wasn’t predicted to start snowing until late that night, so we had plenty oftime
“Can you get your phone and put it in your socks?” Elijah asked, glancing up at the rearview mirror again. He kept looking at them more often thanusual.
I did as he said, digging my phone from my purse and sticking it in my sock, keeping it safely hidden. I hardly ever turned it on, since anyone who wanted to get hold of me called Elijah. I always tended to leave my phone either in my purse or in the bedroom, except when Elijah went out. I gave him a look—he was stiff and onedge.
“There’s someone following us,” he said, taking a turn along a different street. “I don’t know what they’re up to, but I’m not leading them to my mother’shouse.”
I looked behind us, seeing a black carfollowing.
Picking up his own phone, he called Kaleb, telling him where we were and to track the car’s location as he took turns that led us away from his parents. He slowly sped up, increasing his speed. His voice was rough with nerves, and possibly thrill. He was an FBI agent, and from what I had seen on TV, they liked the feel of the chase; but usually, the rules werereversed.
“I’m going to take you back home and have Joslyn keep Lizzy,” Elijah said, taking a sharp turn around a corner as the car behind us caughtup.
“Who is it?” I asked, not sure if wanted to know theanswer.
“Morgan,” Elijah answered, sending a bolt of fear down my spine. “Hangon.”
There wasn’t really much to hang onto, as he turned another corner, peeling out as the back tires screeched before he gunned it again, going down a different road. I gripped the handle on the door with one hand, and with the other, I grabbed onto the seat belt as I was roughly forced to the side as he turned the corner. Both my hands were white as I held on for what felt like mylife.
Once he got the car straightened out, another came out of the trees fast, hitting us on the front fender sideways, making us to swerve off the road and into a ditch, rolling once. My head hit the side door window. We were going too fast for Elijah to brake safely to try to slow thecollision.
The airbags blew, hitting me in the face and blocking my vision from the front and side. Everything began to blurtogether.
The sound of the front window breaking reached my ears with the impact as the car rolled on its side. The roof gave in against the ground. There was a thud as the other side flipped over. The car bounced, once, twice, before stopping, motionless. My heart pounded, and I could feel a trickle of blood down the side of myface.
The last thing I heard before everything went dark wasElijah.
“Shit!”
