“Riiiight,” she rolls her eyes. “You win on a technicality. Congratulations.”
My hand grips the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. “If you make me pull over again, I’m going to stuff more than your mouth. Keep testing your fucking luck with me. You won't get very far.”
Our eyes connect in the mirror before she holds her middle finger up in defiance.
“There are other ways to get my attention. You don't have to be a brat.” I taunt.
That earns me another eye roll before she shifts towards the window and cranks up the music to tune me out.
Chapter Nine
Addison
Okay, I just gave my stalker a blow job as a thank you for saving me. No big deal. I've done shadier things in dive bar bathrooms.
Yeah, but those guys didn't have dicks that couldn't fully fit in my mouth, that little voice reminds me.
God! Why am I still thinking about this two hours later? Yes, Rowan isgifted, but it’s wasted on a shit host. Since our little mishap, we’ve both been quiet. I’ve stuck to my resolve of icing him out while I try to process the fact that we’re being followed and the man beside me could potentially be in the mob.
He said he wasn't, but I don't believe him. What other outcome could explain this? I mean, it is a little far-fetched, but I can't think of another explanation. Loxley isn't being helpful either. She means well, but as I stare at our messages, I only find myself growing more agitated with all of the secrecy.
Loxley: I know this is bothering you, but I promise that once you’re back, I’ll explain everything. Focus on the trip. Get Rowan talking.
Me: I would rather eat a nail gun.
Loxley: Har har. Stop being dramatic. He’s a good guy.
I beg to fucking differ.
A good guy who made me suck his huge cock for information.
He’s stellar!
I shift in my seat for the umpteenth time, ignoring my screaming bladder unless I want to risk speaking to the silent brick wall beside me.
He notices, naturally. “What’s wrong?”
Sarcasm bubbles in my throat. “Oh, I don't know. I’m definitely not seated beside the man who made me suck his dick for nothing.”
“Again with this,” he mutters. “You could have said no, but you're too fucking stubborn for that.”
I whip around to him, pointing a finger to my chest. “Me? Coming from the man who’s locked up tighter than Pandora’s box!”
His jaw works in that effortlessly sexy way that makes him seem all rugged and on edge. I hate that I notice every little thing about him. The way he smells like the outdoors, the bulging muscles that seem to stretch his clothes to capacity, the long crooked nose that juts proudly from his face, and that nasty mouth that made me so wet I came with record timing on his fingers.
It’s soannoying.
What’s even more annoying is my body’s response to him. The tingling beneath my skin any time he reaches across the console, as if we’re two magnets drawn together, doesn't go unnoticed. The way I find myself closing my eyes as I inhale his scent that seems to overpower mine and comfort me all in the same breath. And the slickness between my thighs anytime I think about his fingers stretching me.
It’s just been a while since I had sex.
That's all.
“Addison,” Rowan scolds. “If something is wrong—”
“I have to pee,” I offer quietly. “And I’m hungry.”
I can't ignore the way his shoulders loosen as he nods. “I’ll take the next exit, but we need to be quick.”
