Chapter 2984 Paying Back The Debt (Erotic Fuck):>Ep3
- Anxiety gnawed his insides. He had to get her out of her car. She would freeze if he left her, and he couldn't do that. Even if she was a colossal bitch. He hesitated, uncertain if he should move her. The nearest EMS was thirty minutes away, longer in this storm. If they could even make it. He looked at her in the seat, almost lifeless. She didn't seem to have suffered any physical wounds. The impact, such as it was, must have knocked her unconscious. He himself was chilled already, after just a few minutes of exposure. Her mink may have kept her torso warm for awhile, but with her long legs in that thin silk dress, she would not last much longer. He had no idea how long she'd been here, but it was clear he had to extract her from the car. His chilled fingers tried to release the seatbelt, fumbling at first, but then it gave way and opened. Claire's body lurched away from the door toward the side of the car that rested in the ditch.
- "Goddamn it!" swore Devon. That shift had scared him, like she had died or something. He reached in, cradling her body beneath the fur, surprised by how slim and light she was, and slowly and painstakingly lifted her from the seat, his back fending off the door that still threatened to close. One of her arms fell free, dangling. Her head rolled against his chest. Devon cursed the snow, his footing uncertain. He cursed his luck, too. What sick kind of joke was this, that he would be the one who had to save the life of the biggest bitch he had ever met? He fumbled at the van door latch, sliding it open.
- Inside his van, Devon lay the unconscious woman on his bed, pulling his thickest blanket over her. He reached two fingers to her neck, feeling for a pulse. Her skin was soft and cold, and Devon feared that he might have been too late, but as his cold fingers warmed to her skin, he felt a faint pulse. She was safe from the weather now, but there was no telling what struggles lay ahead for her. And he couldn't leave his car here in the road. He looked at his phone, feeling a new chill creep down his back: no signal. His breathing quickened, but he closed his eyes and fought for calm. "GPS," he murmured. The area map was already downloaded; he could see how far he had to make it to the pull-off. Just.3 miles. He sighed in relief, then thought of Claire's sigh in the restaurant hours before. She isn't sighing now, he thought. He hastened to the driver's seat.