Tek’s breath catches, and for a moment, we’re suspended in perfect stillness. The only movement is the fog of our breath between us.
“Why would I leave you here?” I say, the words scraping out my throat as I clench onto him even tighter until I’m shaking too. “Stupid old man.”
Tek trembles, his lips forming a new word I don’t want to hear.
I crush my mouth against his, and our teeth clink.
His lips are cold, bloody, and bitter.
The kiss is raw frustration in its purest form. Hard and desperate with all the love and fear that’s been tearing me apart since we left the shop.
His wrists flex in my grip, testing my hold.
I step back from the truck, dragging Tek with me, our lips still devouring each other.
I drop his wrists, breaking the kiss to spin him towards the truck.
“Back seat. Now,” I bark.
He stumbles forward, and I’m right behind him, herding him to the door.
The highway drones in the distance.
Tek opens the door and I shove him inside.
“Carey—” he starts, but I’m already climbing in on top of him.
“Face down,” I growl and push between his shoulder blades until his chest hits the leather of the bench seat.
Sprawled out beneath me, his body yields to my hands as I move him into position—his head turned to the side, his neck bare and vulnerable.
“Don’t move,” I command; low, and deep.
My muscles twitch as I fumble with my jeans, my fingers slipping until the button is through. Then comes the metallic rattle of the zip.
Tek shifts, trying to look back at me, and I press him down again, harder this time. “I said don’t. Fucking. Move.”
He stills, but I can feel the tension coiling through him. It’s not resistance, it’s anticipation, and it vibrates between us.
My free hand finds the waistband of his sweats and I yank them down in one rough motion.
Climbing fully on top of him, I keep him pinned, and bracket his thighs with my knees.
I move to hold the back of his neck, forcing his chin into the leather.
“Is this how you want me to prove I’m not going anywhere?”
Tek nods frantically against my restraint.
I drag my free hand down the curve of his spine, and when I slide off the bottom of his jacket onto the swell of his bare ass, I squeeze.
My thumb slips between his cheeks to rub against his dry hole.
“Should we see if you’re still open enough from this morning?”
Tek shudders at my request, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moans into the seat.
I smirk; “I’ll take that as a yes.”
