I choke.
She laughs.
“It’s in my nether region,” she says.
Oh fuck me now.
I let out a low growl and shift in my seat. Not subtle, apparently, because she bursts out laughing again.
“You can get one and I’ll watch,” she suggests between giggles.
“As tempting as that sounds, I already have one.”
“What?” She twists to face me fully now. “Where?”
I crack a grin. “It’s a secret.”
She narrows her eyes, leaning her shoulder against the seat. “You’re lying.”
I let the smile fade. “I promise to never lie to you again.”
Except for that one truth I’ve omitted. A truth she doesn’t need to know.
“I want to see it.”
I reach for my belt buckle. “I’ll pull it out right here.”
She smacks my arm. “No. Stop. I’m joking.” Then her expression changes, dead serious, chin lifting a bit. “It must be really tiny, ‘cause I picked a good amount of fire ants off your,you-know-what, and didn’t see a tattoo down there.”
I raise an eyebrow and slide her a quick side glance. “You sure?”
“I’m pretty sure.” She sits back, unfocused, trying to put the pieces of our side road encounter back together in her mind.
The idea of her envisioning my cock sends blood rushing straight below.
Think of anything else.
Fields on a summer day.
Cattle roaming by the creek.
It’s no use, my eyes barely move away from her long enough to drive safely. Not that I’d have it any other way. Because she’s sitting next to me. Right next to me.
This isn’t some fantasy or dream I’ll wake up from hard as a bloody rock and covered in sweat, only to be slammed with the realization I can’t be with her.
This is real.
This is now.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”
I didn’t realize I was staring, or that I got caught.
“Nothin’.” I look back at the road.
“Nothin’ huh?”
I shrug.
