brace + “If you’re gonna be the death of me, that’s how I wanna go.”
Ben, Simon, Grace, and Lena had been driving for hours upon hours. Lena had been teasing the hell out of Simon, running her hands up his thighs, and Ben could tell that his brother was extremely effected by this. Fearing for his own safety and the safety of the other passengers he suggested that Simon pull into a convenience store parking lot. Simon and Lena clearly had other ideas when they exited the car as soon as they could and made a bee line to the bathroom.
Ben sat in the back seat with Grace raising his eyebrows suggestively to the woman next to him. “Babes…Shall we?” Grace scoffed at him as she got out of the car and entered the store with Ben following her like a lost puppy. “C’mon, Grace. You want it. I want it. Allow yourself to have it.”
Ben happened to glance over at the clerk. The clerk mumbled something about Grace being a whore. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?!” Ben absolutely snapped. If there’s one thing Ben hated the most, it was someone inferior insulting him or someone he loved. Ben pulled out his .45 and blew the clerk’s brains all over the cigarette case behind him.
In a shocking, or well not so shocking turn of events, Grace grabbed his face in both of her hands and kissed his lips with such fervor that she pushed him against the counter. She broke the kiss long enough so that Ben could hoist himself on the counter top he lifted her up into a straddling position. He was so turned on by the fire in her eyes. He loved seeing her ride him. There was something so beautiful about her being in complete control of him.
All of a sudden, Ben caught the reflection of flashing red and blue lights. The cops pulled into the parking lot… Ben began to feel the adrenaline starting to make its way into his veins. But he really didn’t care. If he was gonna die tonight at least he got to spend it with Grace.