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Chapter Two

Edward

I grit my teeth as my phone rings again. Jennifer keeps calling, even though she knows I’m driving, and I don’t want to talk right now. I broke things off with her before I left, and she just won’t accept that it’s over. I might not want her the way she wants me, but I can’t promise to be faithful to her when I’m going back to the place my heart belongs. I’m already an asshole because I’ve been using her for sexual gratification, but I’m not going to cheat on her too.

I press the button on the wheel to cancel the call and continue driving. Cranking up the volume on the stereo, I let the heavy bass and pounding drums drown out my thoughts, while the words to my favorite songs blare out around me. The light from the streetlamps blur past me as I tear down the highway, and I lose myself in the journey and the music.

I could’ve flown home. However, seeing as I drove down here for college alone in the first place, I decided to drive back. Mom and Dad offered to make the initial journey with me, but I didn’t want to draw out the goodbyes, and having their presence in my personal space would’ve made this whole transition even harder than it was. It was easier to separate there from home on my own, even though I never really succeeded in doing so. I missed my mom, more than I wanted to admit, and while a part of me hoped the distance would help ease the burden and reduce the potency of the thoughts I’d run away from… I knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

The miles fly by, and as I feel my eyelids starting to droop, I decide to stop at the next service station and book a room for the night. Parking in the almost empty lot, I grab a change of clothes and my toothbrush from the trunk, and shove them into a bag, then go over to the booking office. The pretty young woman behind the glass screen surveys me with more than simple interest in her eyes as she takes the cash and my ID from me.

I smirk, playing on her blatant desire and watching as her cheeks darken, even though I have zero interest in pursuing anything, physical or otherwise. All I want to do right now is sleep and then continue driving. I have somewhere better than here to be, and the only thing keeping me from my destination is fatigue. I give the woman a faint smile as she slides the room keycard and my change through the gap between the glass and the counter.

“Thanks,” I tell her, stuffing the notes back into my wallet, then picking up the card.

“You’re welcome,” she replies a little breathlessly, and I mentally snort to myself .

My looks get attention wherever I go—dark hair, brown eyes, and a slim, but toned physique—but it’s often more of a curse than a blessing when I’m not in the mood to be social, though it’s helpful when all I’m looking for is to get laid. I glance at the number on the keycard and walk toward the level block of motel rooms, scanning each one to find the corresponding number. Once I locate the room I’ve been allocated, I swipe the card and push the door open. I insert the card into the slot by the door and flick the light switch on. It’s sparsely decorated with a double bed, attached bathroom, a closet, a wall-mounted television, and a small table with a lamp and remote sitting on top.

Bypassing the bed, I make my way into the bathroom. It’s been hours since I last stopped and relieved myself, so I make use of the facilities and wash my hands, before turning to inspect the shower. The floor looks fairly clean—better than I expected it to be—but I turn it on anyway to rinse it off while the water heats up. Stripping out of my clothes, I grab the little complementary shower products sitting on the counter and step under the spray.

I’m about ready to drop, but the hours of traveling have my muscles tight and aching, and I’m going to need to unwind a little before I can get to sleep. Thinking of what awaits me back home has other muscles responding, and I tiredly run my hand along the wet length of my dick. The dark eyes peering up at me while plump lips wrap themselves around the head of my cock enter my thoughts. I tangle my fist in the long brown hair flecked with strands of silver that usually cascades down pale shoulders, and I lose myself in the vision I’ve conjured up, pumping my hand in time with the mouth of the woman I’m fantasizing being on her knees in front of me.

Her lips tighten and she sucks me deeper, drawing me into her throat while her skillful tongue strokes my shaft. I grunt as a wave of pleasure shoots through me and from the tip of my cock. Slowing down, I milk the last dregs from my balls and watch as the spray from the shower washes away the evidence. I shudder as the aftershocks make my nerves tingle and my body feel heavy.

I blow out a breath and use my wet hands to brush my hair back, and I quickly scrub myself clean before turning off the faucet and stepping out onto the faded bathmat. Wrapping a towel around my naked body, I dry off and make my way toward the bed. I peel back the covers, and when I see the crisp, clean, white sheets covering the mattress I drop the towel and flop down on top. Rolling onto my back, I grab my phone and fire off a quick message to my mom, so she doesn’t worry .

Me: Have stopped for the night, I’m staying at a motel. I’ll be home tomorrow.

Mom: I love you sweetie. See you tomorrow.

Me: Love you too, Mom.