#Chapter151
And maybe his tire hadn't blown or his engine gone boom, but he flicked his hazard lights on, flung his seat back in the rails until it could slide no more, and all but ragged Ronan onto his lap, the awkward scampering of limbs ignored and their mouths crushing together with desperate force.
They fucked. Right there, with cars flying past them. They fucked. He'd managed to flip their positions, forcing his man's feet up on the dash with his body snug between, and turned the inside of the car into a moan-fuelled, heated mess. The whole fucking veichal could have been dancing, the windows could have been down for every fucker to see, but in that moment, he wouldn't have given a damn.
