into them with enough force to break off the sedan's window.
Allison went pale as a corpse. "We're going to die."
"Not on my watch." He cut the wheel to the right again tried to force the sedan into a tree. Instead, they went around the tree and met them back on the road with a jolt. "Be a pal and get my spare gun from the glove box."
She did as she was told, holding it out for him on shaking hands. "Here. Now what?"
"Now shoot them, Allison."
"I can't shoot them. You do it."
Brad rolled his eyes. "I'm a little busy driving at the moment."
"Well, I can't do it."
"Oh for fuck's sake." He pulled the emergency brake and the car spun around. He released it and hit the gas, propelling them back the way they'd come. "You have really got to stop being such a woman about all this if you don't want to get yourself killed."
"I am a woman, jackass."
"Acting like one isn't going to keep you alive right now. Where's the bitch who got the drop on me with her shoelaces? I could actually use her right now."
Glancing in the mirror to ensure they had already turned to follow them, Brad flipped another U-turn and sped straight for them. He pressed the button to slide his window down and ordered, "Take the wheel."
"What?"
"I said take the motherfucking wheel, Waverly. If you won't shoot then you'll drive. Do it!"
The moment her hands reached for the wheel and her foot nudged his on the gas pedal, Brad climbed halfway out his window, gun drawn, ready. Yelling back to her, "Keep your foot on the gas and pay attention."
He fired off five shots the moment the sedan came into range and it erratically swerved towards them. "Look alive, Waverly!"
Allison pulled the wheel to the right, narrowly missing the collision. Brad kept his aim until the car careened off the road and smashed into a massive oak tree. "Move," he yelled to her an instant before he slid back to his seat. "Here we go."
Once more, he spun the car around and moved within firing range of the disabled car. Brad pressed the button to roll down Allison's window. Grinning and throwing the car into park, he asked, "Any chance the bitch is back?"
In unison, they leaned out their windows and began to fire at the car. If there was anyone left alive in there, they wouldn't be for long. Especially not when one of their bullets hit the fuel tank, ending the chase in a fiery finale.
Brad threw the car into gear and sped away before the heat of the explosion could reach them. The gun fell uselessly from Allison's hands to the floorboard. Flipping off the radio, he looked at her in concern. "We're okay, Allison. You're safe now."
"Am I?"
He took another sip from his drink and offered it to her. "Thirsty?"
"Stop the car." She ripped the cup from his fingers and threw it out her still opened window.
"Guess not."
"Stop the fucking car, Brad."
This was bad. She had the same look in her eye she'd had right before jumping from the motel room's back window once she realized she hadn't strangled him thoroughly enough to make it out the front door and get down a flight of stairs before he got to her. Allison ripped off her safety belt and made a move as though to leave the car. Reflexively, Brad grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you aren't going out on your own."
"No." She climbed over the center console to him. "I'm not going anywhere."
Brad claimed her mouth the moment she was close enough to him, forcing his tongue past her lips to duel for supremacy with hers. She unfastened her shorts and pushed them from her hips with her panties while he unzipped his jeans. There was no need to remove any additional articles of clothing; no need for foreplay.
Neither needed it.
They'd both been primed and ready since the car's explosion so it wasn't a surprise that their own explosions were so quick to follow. Allison rested her forehead on his shoulder for a long time afterwards. Not knowing what else to do, Brad kept his arms around her and
Allison went pale as a corpse. "We're going to die."
"Not on my watch." He cut the wheel to the right again tried to force the sedan into a tree. Instead, they went around the tree and met them back on the road with a jolt. "Be a pal and get my spare gun from the glove box."
She did as she was told, holding it out for him on shaking hands. "Here. Now what?"
"Now shoot them, Allison."
"I can't shoot them. You do it."
Brad rolled his eyes. "I'm a little busy driving at the moment."
"Well, I can't do it."
"Oh for fuck's sake." He pulled the emergency brake and the car spun around. He released it and hit the gas, propelling them back the way they'd come. "You have really got to stop being such a woman about all this if you don't want to get yourself killed."
"I am a woman, jackass."
"Acting like one isn't going to keep you alive right now. Where's the bitch who got the drop on me with her shoelaces? I could actually use her right now."
Glancing in the mirror to ensure they had already turned to follow them, Brad flipped another U-turn and sped straight for them. He pressed the button to slide his window down and ordered, "Take the wheel."
"What?"
"I said take the motherfucking wheel, Waverly. If you won't shoot then you'll drive. Do it!"
The moment her hands reached for the wheel and her foot nudged his on the gas pedal, Brad climbed halfway out his window, gun drawn, ready. Yelling back to her, "Keep your foot on the gas and pay attention."
He fired off five shots the moment the sedan came into range and it erratically swerved towards them. "Look alive, Waverly!"
Allison pulled the wheel to the right, narrowly missing the collision. Brad kept his aim until the car careened off the road and smashed into a massive oak tree. "Move," he yelled to her an instant before he slid back to his seat. "Here we go."
Once more, he spun the car around and moved within firing range of the disabled car. Brad pressed the button to roll down Allison's window. Grinning and throwing the car into park, he asked, "Any chance the bitch is back?"
In unison, they leaned out their windows and began to fire at the car. If there was anyone left alive in there, they wouldn't be for long. Especially not when one of their bullets hit the fuel tank, ending the chase in a fiery finale.
Brad threw the car into gear and sped away before the heat of the explosion could reach them. The gun fell uselessly from Allison's hands to the floorboard. Flipping off the radio, he looked at her in concern. "We're okay, Allison. You're safe now."
"Am I?"
He took another sip from his drink and offered it to her. "Thirsty?"
"Stop the car." She ripped the cup from his fingers and threw it out her still opened window.
"Guess not."
"Stop the fucking car, Brad."
This was bad. She had the same look in her eye she'd had right before jumping from the motel room's back window once she realized she hadn't strangled him thoroughly enough to make it out the front door and get down a flight of stairs before he got to her. Allison ripped off her safety belt and made a move as though to leave the car. Reflexively, Brad grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you aren't going out on your own."
"No." She climbed over the center console to him. "I'm not going anywhere."
Brad claimed her mouth the moment she was close enough to him, forcing his tongue past her lips to duel for supremacy with hers. She unfastened her shorts and pushed them from her hips with her panties while he unzipped his jeans. There was no need to remove any additional articles of clothing; no need for foreplay.
Neither needed it.
They'd both been primed and ready since the car's explosion so it wasn't a surprise that their own explosions were so quick to follow. Allison rested her forehead on his shoulder for a long time afterwards. Not knowing what else to do, Brad kept his arms around her and
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