“For fuck’s sake,” I grumble. “Will my men never leave me alone?”
I’m about to tell whoever it is to piss off, but then I notice it’s Lewy, running down the path towards us.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting taller and bringing Abbey with me as my cum leaks out around the base of my shaft.
“We just got a lead on Elizabeth Stone’s location.” He pants, rushing to the bottom of the steps.
“How?” Abbey squeaks, turning to look at Lewy over her shoulder.
“She just called,” Lewy puffs. “She spoke to Daniel.”
16
Ringo’s hand comes down on my jigging knee, trying to settle my nerves, but it’s no use. I’m far too anxious to relax.
“Angel, we have hours until we stop for the night. Why don’t you try and get some sleep?”
I glance over at my husband as he drives the Landy, not a lick of worry etching his features.
But mine?
Well, shit. Maybe someone can just knock me out and wake me up when we’re there.
“I don’t know if I can sleep,” I admit, and his expression is soft and thoughtful as he glances away from the road to me.
Ever since Daniel spoke to his mum last night, I’ve been a wreck. Lewy managed to track the location and confirmed that Daniel didn’teven hint to his mother that he was in trouble, or that we were listening.
I wanted to ask Daniel why he didn’t rat us out, but I also didn’t have it in me to talk to him at the time.
“Wanna play a game or something then?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “A game? Like car games? You?”
He narrows his eyes at me, darting between me and the road. “I haven’t always been an old guy, Angel. I know about car games.”
I scrunch my nose. “What car games did you play back in your day?”
His deep rumbling laugh does wonders for my nerves, and I finally start to relax.
“You’re a real brat when you’re on edge,” he chuckles.
“Maybe you should pull the car over and punish me,” I tease, feeling a little bold after what we did last night.
Shit. Even thinking about that has my cheeks heating.
I know we were completely covered by the blanket, but in the end, the guys knew what was happening, and I… ohhh… I like, had an orgasm, loudly, right in front of them.
“I don’t need to pull the car over for that, Angel. Just loosen your jeans, and I’ll slide my hand in.”
My cheeks flush hot, and my lips part as I stare at him.
“You’re driving.”
“And?” he asks. “You don’t think I can multitask, Angel?”
My gaze darts out the windows, at the hordes of motorcycles in front, behind, and next to us on the road.
“They will see,” I point out, and he chuckles.
