“What the hell are you talking about?How?You drove like a pro.We weren’t in any danger of crashing.”
“Not that.”She bites her lip.“Well, not just that.”
“What then?”I press.
“Sitting on your lap,” she mumbles under her breath.
“What?”That’s the last thing that I expected her to say.
“It looked like it hurt,” she says quietly, looking like she’s about to cry.
I reach for her and pull her into my lap, still trying to figure out what she’s talking about.Wrapping my arms around her, I tuck her face into my chest.“Darling, you’ve lost me.”
Larsen lets out a pained groan into my coat.“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We have to.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s upsetting you, and I need to fix it.”
“Oh, my god,” she groans in frustration.“Last night, when I was sitting on your lap, I saw your face.I knew I was hurting you.I’m too heavy to be doing that, and?—”
I stare at her like she’s crazy.How could she not feel how hard my dick was from her bouncing around all over it as we went over the potholes?
“Larsen, you’re not too heavy?—”
“Yes, I am!I’ve always been chubby.”
“No!”I snap.
She looks at me in shock.
“No one talks about you like that.Certainly not you.You’re fucking perfect.”
“I’m fat.”
“Larsen, I mean it.Do not say one more bad thing about yourself.”
“I…Why did you seem so… tense then?”she asks hesitantly.
Do I tell her?
“It was something else.You’re not too heavy.”
She looks like she wants to argue with me, but I cut her off.
“Now, we’re doing this.I’m driving you to work, and tonight, we’re going to have another lesson.”
Larsen studies my face and finally nods.“Okay.”
She crawls back into the passenger seat and buckles up.
We drive into town, and I pull into the bank parking lot.
“I’ll see you after work,” I tell her.
She waves, offering me a small smile as she goes into the bank.I watch her go, then drive down the street to GearHead Garage.
