that’s
sweet!”
“Well, Evelyn’s going in the back of your van where she
can’t be seen, and I don’t want to leave her, so I’ll have to drive the piece
of shit. It looks even worse than when I last saw it!”
“Yeah. I went down to Tasmania with the guys last break. It
was a long haul for the old girl.”
“It hardly looks like it’ll make it to the ranch. When last
did you have it serviced?”
Owen laughed at his brother’s worry. “Just a couple of weeks
ago! Have a bit of faith—she doesn’t look like much, but she’s got spirit!”
“Hmm, we’ll see. Is the bedding in the back clean?”
“Er… Just give me one minute.”
Mason cradled her in his arms for another ten minutes while
Owen opened and closed doors and rummaged around in the back of the van, making
thumping noises.
“All done,” he said at last. “I’ll just put this dirty stuff
in the Rover. You can put her in.”
But Mason still held on to her. “You get going, Owe. I want
you to drive in front, about fifteen or twenty minutes ahead of us. If you see
any police, or if there’s a roadblock, phone me, so I can turn off.”
“Fucking good plan! I’ll get going then. See ya!”
A minute later Owen pulled out with much revving of the
engine. She felt Mason take a deep breath.
“Don’t worry about the car, Evelyn,” he said. “It’s a POS,
but I’m an excellent driver.” He said it without pride and she believed him.
Without releasing her, he climbed into the back of the van
and crawled forward on his knees, stooping low. He laid her down on a soft
surface and took off the hood.
Evelyn blinked up at him in the dim illumination provided by
the car-park lights. He leaned right over her, his face hovering above hers. A
quick glance revealed the back of an old sleeper van, the entire floor taken up
by the mattress. Kitschy lace curtains covered the small, high windows. It was
hard to see, but the predominant color scheme seemed to be yellow.
‘“Yeah, it’s Owen’s fuck-mobile,” drawled Mason. “I think
it’s older than he is, but he loves it dearly.”
She almost laughed in surprise, but his next question
sobered her.
“Do you think you can behave, Evelyn? It’s going to be an
eight-hour trip at least. I’m sure you’d prefer not to be tied up the whole
time.”
“Please don’t tie me up.” She despised the pleading note in
her voice. “I’ll be good.”
He dropped his head for a moment. “God, you say the sweetest
things. But I hate the word don’t.”
She frowned in confusion.
“I won’t tie you now but I can see you in the rear-view
mirror. If you try to escape, or signal to other cars, or do anything other
than lie here perfectly still, I’ll pull over and truss you up so fast you
won’t know what happened! Understood?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Try to get some sleep.”
His body pressed against hers for the briefest moment before
he backed away, pausing to adjust the curtains so no gaps were visible.
He closed and locked the rear doors of the van then slid
into the cab behind the wheel, and a moment later they were underway. He drove
smoothly and within minutes sleep stole over her.
When she woke, bright afternoon sunlight was streaming
through the open windows, the air in the van hot. The engine was off and it was
very quiet except for the loud cooing of a pigeon somewhere nearby. She was
sweaty and thirsty, and a heavy weight rested against her. Mason slept behind
her, squashed in between her body and the side of the van, his heavily muscled
arm curled around her below her breasts. She froze, and her blood ran hot, then
cold, then hot again. He’d removed his shirt! She could see his naked shoulder
if she turned her head slightly.
She desperately needed to get out of the suffocatingly hot
van. She had to relieve herself, now. Escape was on her mind, but secondary to
these more urgent, earthy needs.
She looked at the arm around her. He was much more
sweet!”
“Well, Evelyn’s going in the back of your van where she
can’t be seen, and I don’t want to leave her, so I’ll have to drive the piece
of shit. It looks even worse than when I last saw it!”
“Yeah. I went down to Tasmania with the guys last break. It
was a long haul for the old girl.”
“It hardly looks like it’ll make it to the ranch. When last
did you have it serviced?”
Owen laughed at his brother’s worry. “Just a couple of weeks
ago! Have a bit of faith—she doesn’t look like much, but she’s got spirit!”
“Hmm, we’ll see. Is the bedding in the back clean?”
“Er… Just give me one minute.”
Mason cradled her in his arms for another ten minutes while
Owen opened and closed doors and rummaged around in the back of the van, making
thumping noises.
“All done,” he said at last. “I’ll just put this dirty stuff
in the Rover. You can put her in.”
But Mason still held on to her. “You get going, Owe. I want
you to drive in front, about fifteen or twenty minutes ahead of us. If you see
any police, or if there’s a roadblock, phone me, so I can turn off.”
“Fucking good plan! I’ll get going then. See ya!”
A minute later Owen pulled out with much revving of the
engine. She felt Mason take a deep breath.
“Don’t worry about the car, Evelyn,” he said. “It’s a POS,
but I’m an excellent driver.” He said it without pride and she believed him.
Without releasing her, he climbed into the back of the van
and crawled forward on his knees, stooping low. He laid her down on a soft
surface and took off the hood.
Evelyn blinked up at him in the dim illumination provided by
the car-park lights. He leaned right over her, his face hovering above hers. A
quick glance revealed the back of an old sleeper van, the entire floor taken up
by the mattress. Kitschy lace curtains covered the small, high windows. It was
hard to see, but the predominant color scheme seemed to be yellow.
‘“Yeah, it’s Owen’s fuck-mobile,” drawled Mason. “I think
it’s older than he is, but he loves it dearly.”
She almost laughed in surprise, but his next question
sobered her.
“Do you think you can behave, Evelyn? It’s going to be an
eight-hour trip at least. I’m sure you’d prefer not to be tied up the whole
time.”
“Please don’t tie me up.” She despised the pleading note in
her voice. “I’ll be good.”
He dropped his head for a moment. “God, you say the sweetest
things. But I hate the word don’t.”
She frowned in confusion.
“I won’t tie you now but I can see you in the rear-view
mirror. If you try to escape, or signal to other cars, or do anything other
than lie here perfectly still, I’ll pull over and truss you up so fast you
won’t know what happened! Understood?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Try to get some sleep.”
His body pressed against hers for the briefest moment before
he backed away, pausing to adjust the curtains so no gaps were visible.
He closed and locked the rear doors of the van then slid
into the cab behind the wheel, and a moment later they were underway. He drove
smoothly and within minutes sleep stole over her.
When she woke, bright afternoon sunlight was streaming
through the open windows, the air in the van hot. The engine was off and it was
very quiet except for the loud cooing of a pigeon somewhere nearby. She was
sweaty and thirsty, and a heavy weight rested against her. Mason slept behind
her, squashed in between her body and the side of the van, his heavily muscled
arm curled around her below her breasts. She froze, and her blood ran hot, then
cold, then hot again. He’d removed his shirt! She could see his naked shoulder
if she turned her head slightly.
She desperately needed to get out of the suffocatingly hot
van. She had to relieve herself, now. Escape was on her mind, but secondary to
these more urgent, earthy needs.
She looked at the arm around her. He was much more
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