“All I’m saying is that sometimes, in the middle of the afternoon, I can’t sleep. And when I’m wide awake, sometimes I find myself looking in your general direction. During said sideways glance earlier today, which is a very rare occurrence, I noticed you tossing and turning an awful lot. Might have even thrown out a groan here and there.”
He stares at the road ahead. “I know the art of minding your own business is generally lost on you but you should seriously try it sometime.”
“Were you dreaming abouthimlast night?”
“Kevin?”
That piques my interest. “So, your husband or ex-husband, or I don’t know, your widower, has a name?”
“Remember that minding your own damn business thing I alluded to about a half mile back?”
I decide to press my luck further, even though I’m already on thin ice. “What if I told you there’s a way to shut me up?”
He drops a hand to his crotch and adjusts his cock in his jeans. “I’d rather wait until we get to where we’re going.” He switches the hand he’s using to drive and bites into his lower lip. “You so astutely guessed how tired I am. I can barely keep my eyes open. If you bring that pretty mouth over here, I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to keep this car between the lines.”
I laugh softly, unable to decipher if he’s teasing meor being serious. “I was thinking there’s another way you can get me to shut up. Something that doesn’t require my mouth on your cock. You know I don’t want to be an accessory for any crimes you may commit while driving under the influence of being tired.”
“I thought your proposal was supposed to involve you talking less.”
“If you let me drive, I promise I won’t ask any more questions.”
He doesn’t laugh in my face as I expected him to. “If you wreck my car, I wreck you.”
I wish he would.
He downshifts and pulls over onto the side of the road. He rips the emergency brake backwards. I’m not sure why, though. The only time I thought you were supposed to use the emergency brake was if your normal brakes stopped working. Must be a stick-shift thing. He glances in the rearview mirror before pushing the door open and climbing out, slamming it behind him.
I watch as he circles the front of the car, running a hand through his hair. He approaches my door and opens it for me. How chivalrous of him.
“Come on…” He gestures with his hand. “Get the fuck out.”
Turns out chivalry is in fact deader than a doornail. “Oh yes, Daddy. Talk dirty to me.”
He shakes his head with a pout. “Don’t do that. That word gives me the ick.”
“You sure have a lot of rules.”
“What can I say?” He reaches for my hand and guides me to my feet. “I run a tight ship.”
I dance my way around the front of the car, drumming my hands on the hood as I pass. When I slide into the driver seat, I find myself in a familiar place. Noah stretches the seatbelt over his chest as soon as he closes the door.
“You never wear your seatbelt,” I say.
“I’m not worried about wrecking when I’m driving.”
“Right, because you’re always in control.” I manage to start the car by applying pressure to the brake as I turn the key in the ignition. I reach for the shifter, and yep, that’s about all I know how to do. “So, I promised I wouldn’t ask any more questions…”
He turns to me with tired, heavy eyes.
“But how do I put this thing into drive?”
He groans as he drags his palms over his face. “That’s totally on me. My bad for forgetting you don’t know how to drive a fucking stick.” He pushes his door open. “Get out. We’re switching back.”
“No.” I grab him by the arm. “Teach me.”
“How is that going to help me get any sleep?”
“I’m a fast learner.”
