“Fine. Where am I taking us, then?” I asked.
His hand tightened around my thigh, and he chuckled. A low, deep sound that caressed my skin the same way his hand was. A piece of me wanted to warn him to stop. I was driving, and his touch, his laughter, his presence made me too jittery. Not to mention we were on dark, winding roads that often had wild animals crossing them at any moment.
“Make that left.” He jutted his head toward the road where he wanted me to turn. “It’s a mostly vacant road that goes for miles. Don’t worry,” he said when I gave him a look of panic, “no one’s out here this time of night.”
He slid his hand farther up my thigh. Totally on their own, my thighs widened, and my grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Hit the gas pedal, Cin.”
I gave him a look, and he met mine with a reassuring stare of his own. He nodded, so I did as requested. Our speed jumped from forty-five to sixty in the blink of an eye and then to seventy-five.
Between his hand on my thigh and the bubbling of energy rolling through my veins, I felt intoxicated. In the rearview, I could see nothing but darkness in the wake of our speed. Gabriel’s hand made contact with my panties.
My legs spread wider, inviting him to do whatever it was he had in mind.
“Eyes on the road,” he ordered when I turned to him. His voice was so calm and relaxed. “Give it some more gas.”
Hell. He had to be crazy. No, I had to be the crazy one because I did as he said, taking us over eighty miles an hour on a dark road in the middle of nowhere.
I let out a long sigh when Gabriel pushed the seam of my panties to the side and pressed his thumb against my clitoris. I pressed my back against the leather seat.
“You’re already wet,” he murmured low as if it was news to me. Then he licked the outside of my ear. At the same time, he inserted one long, thick finger into my hole.
I moaned so loud, I almost frightened myself. He played with my pussy like it was his personal playtoy.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he warned.
“Shit.” I blinked, almost forgetting that I was still driving. I slowed down, which happened to coincide with Gabe inserting a second finger inside of me.
It’d been over a year since anyone besides my own hand touched me. But the way Gabriel was making me feel, it felt like it’d been much longer.
“Fuck,” I called out when he started a scissoring motion with his two fingers while his thumb played a melody against my clit.
I was so close to climaxing that I could feel my abdomen tightening. I eased my foot off the gas right before an explosion of stars happened behind my eyelids.
“Open,” he urged.
I popped my eyelids open in time to see a pair of eyes shining back at me through the windshield.
“Oh shit!” I yelled and swerved left to miss the deer. While I missed a direct hit, I ended up overcorrecting and sending us into a spin. “No,” I yelled, not sure of what to do.
My heart squeezed with panic, and I had to fight to keep my eyes open. I felt a firm grip on my thigh.
“Don’t slam on the brakes,” Gabe’s deep voice pierced the veil of my fear. “Turn the wheel to the left, slowly.”
I did as he instructed, keeping my foot on the gas but not pressing too hard. The entire time I wanted to throw up from the dizziness of the spinning and fear in my body.
The car managed to veer off the road onto an open field. Dust and debris kicked against the windows.
“Ease off the gas,” he coaxed. “Good, Cin. Bring her to a stop nice and slow.”
I didn’t know how but eventually, the car slowed down and came to a stop. I immediately threw it into park and pressed my palms against my chest. “Oh my God,” I screeched, looking over at Gabe.
I didn’t allow myself the time to register the easy going look on his face. I jumped out of the car, tripping over my feet due to my shaking limbs. I held my hands to the side of my head, looking around for the deer. It was long gone.
“Thank God,” I blurted out, relieved that I hadn’t killed it. I ran around to the back of the car. “Oh no.” My relief was short when I saw a dent and scratches on the back right of Gabriel's Camaro.
I peered up to see that we’d stopped near a barbed-wire fence. In the spin, I must’ve clipped a post on the fence.
