Chapter 92

June's POV

My truck’s GPS guided me through the mountainous road, my foot getting heavier on the gas the longer I drove. When I finally pulled up in front of a bar, I threw my truck in park and ran up to the door. Yanking and then shoving on the handle got me nowhere, and I looked at the hours.

Closed.

Dammit.

I looked up and saw windows above the place. Someone lived there too—above the bar.

So I banged on the door.

Hard.

It was still fairly early in the morning, but I hoped someone would answer. My body ached so badly that I would’ve settled for pretty much any breathing thing with a cock at that moment.

I knocked louder.

The door opened after a few minutes, and an exhausted, annoyed-looking asshole peered out.

His expression changed when he saw me.

“I need you to let me inside, and fuck me,” I blurted.

The words practically spewed from my mouth.

The guy blinked at me.

“Please,” I added as if that