On shaky legs, I moved off Brooks, careful to step in the middle and not on Lemonade, then collapsed. I quickly pushed down my shorts, stripped off my boxers, and then yanked my shorts back on again. I shoved my hard cock back in my pants and gritted my teeth as I zipped myself away. Lemonade looked at me like I was being silly.
“What are you doing? Sounds interesting.” Brooks rested his hand on my knee, and it was a shock that my stomach ran warm again so soon. It was like now that I’d had sex I couldn’t get enough, which was bad. Because I had to go home.
“I didn’t have anything to clean up my… clean you off, or try to, anyway. I’m so sorry.” I held up my boxers, which he couldn’t see, of course, so I told him what I’d done.
Brooks snorted and reached out. He slid his hand along my shoulder to the back of my neck. “Did you feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t care about my shirt.”
I swiped at his shirt and shorts with my boxers anyway. “I do. People will think, what an asshole that man is, letting his… uh… the man he’s with go out with cum stains.” My face felt like it might catch fire.
While Brooks smirked, I dabbed at his shirt until I was satisfied I could do no better. Wincing, I folded the mess into the center of my boxers and tucked them between the seat and the backrest. I could take care of the mess later. I felt good as I slid down the seat and rested my head on Brooks’ shoulder again. He was warm and strong and the smile on his face made me happy. He was still hard but hadn’t asked me to do anything about it. I licked my lips and could still taste traces of his cum. I was buzzing and high. For a few seconds my mind was a content blank.
“See, that’s good, isn’t it? No worries about the Courtesan.”
My eyes snapped open, and I glared at him. I’d actually been drifting off into a post-orgasmic nap. “Well, untilnow.” I slid over a bit but couldn’t go too far with Lemonade on the floor. “As good as this was, and it was nice to get away—”
“We haven’t gone anywhere yet.” He clasped his hand around my left wrist, and I tugged lightly, but he didn’t drop his grip.
“I can’t allow you to kidnap me today.”
He hummed. “Not even for your own good?”
Sending him the nastiest look I could muster, I took my phone out of my pocket and texted my mother.
Why would you agree to this? Have you been drinking mimosas with breakfast again? And adding LSD? Mother? I demand an answer!
I ignored Brooks when he asked what I was doing and added about fifteen frowny faces to my text before I pressed Send. It was ludicrous that this man I’d hardly met knew what could possibly be good for me, though I felt a squirm of guilt at my bitter thoughts. He’d made me feel wonderful. I’d never had sex in a car and probably wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for him. “My own good. What does that even mean?” I wasn’t sure if I was asking him or just ranting, but he turned a little and smiled at me.
“It isn’t natural for a man to work all the time. Madam Winters used to take minivacations. She visited friends. We went to Niagara Falls once or twice. I know she drove down to the Outer Banks while I was with her.” He brought my hand up and kissed my palm. Warm tingles fluttered through my stomach.
“If you recall that, then you probably remember I always stayed behind to keep things going at home.” My phone buzzed and Brooks cocked his head, a small furrow forming between his brows.
You’re my baby boy, sugar, and I love you. Behave for Brooks and have fun!
“She says behave,” I grumbled, “as if I’m a fucking child.” I smacked my phone off my leg and glared at it.
Brooks put down his window and the wind whipped my hair all over the place. The air felt good after the way we’d heated the small space. I glanced up just in time for my phone to vibrate again, but before I could read the next text, he’d snatched it out of my hand. I grasped at the air, shocked. And then, with unerring precision, he tossed it out the window. I gasped and spun around to watch my phone bounce on the asphalt and burst like an electronic piñata in our wake.
“What the sassafras! You are out of your goddamned mind! I’ve never been so close to flying off the handle.” I pointed at him and swore as a vein pulsed to life in my neck and thudded.
He cackled. “Aren’t you precious? I’ve never heard the South in you until just now. I’ll buy you a new one when we get back. Whatever kind you want. Go for broke.” He sent me an easy smile.
“I was texting my mother,” I hissed out. “Do you know what she’ll do if she can’t get in touch with me? She’ll gut you.” Maybe the threat was a tad overboard, but she truly would be agitated if she wanted to contact me and couldn’t.
He smiled as he removed his phone from his pocket and held it out in my direction. “Go on. You can call her.”
Sitting back against the seat harder than I probably should have, I crossed my arms. An ugly voice in the back of my head told me to toss his out the window, but then where would I be? “We are done, thank you very much, sir. You just stranded me. This isillegal. I’m being held against my will.” My chin slowly raised until I was staring at the ceiling. “Hell.”
“Oh yeah, you were really in a bad spot when you were coming on my lap,” he said with a laugh. He slid his phone back into his pocket. I growled, which only had him howling in amusement. Lemonade whined and lifted her head to stare at us.
“If you really hate being out of touch,” he said as he gasped for breath. “You can use the phone at the retreat to call someone to get you. I won’t let you use my phone to do that, but you can use it to talk to your mother, only, anytime you want. I’m not holding you at gunpoint. I just want you to unwind.”
“The gun would be preferable,” I fired back. I didn’t doubt there was a weapon in this car somewhere. Mother would have insisted.
He smirked. “I can unload my gun on you whenever you want. Maybe in you, if you’re okay with it. I’m on PrEP.”
