“Nothing if they’re students of Professor X.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I understand that reference.”
She turned so fast, she almost toppled over. “Did you just make a nerd joke at me? I’m pretty sure you just made a nerd joke at me.”
“Did I?” He knew damn well he did, but her reaction was pretty fucking priceless. Before she could get too distracted, he slipped his hand into her panties. “What else?”
“What else what?” She spread her legs a little, giving him better access, her eyes half closed. He liked Aubry like this, soft and hot and wet for him.
He pushed a single finger into her. “What else are you afraid is going murder you in cold blood?”
“Werewolves, vampires of the non-sparkling variety, pretty much every stranger I meet, guys who think stalking is a compliment.”
Her voice changed on the last one, and he went still. “You have much experience with that?”
“I don’t have to. I’ve been on this nifty little thing called the Internet.”
Her other fears ranged from insane to pure nonsense, but that one grated on him. He didn’t play games online, but Daniel and his cousins did, and Quinn had seen firsthand how some of the little dickweeds they played against responded to Daniel’s lady cousins. How much more abuse did Aubry field because she was better than ninety-nine percent of the other players—mostly dudes?
Her hand closed around his wrist. “Maybe we should just—”
“Peaches, look at me.” He waited for her to do it before he spoke again. “I won’t pry. I’m just going to make you feel good for a little bit. Okay?”
She looked vulnerable for the first time since he’d met her, but the expression quickly passed, replaced by the Ice Queen mask she liked to wear. “If you insist.”
“Lose the Wonder Woman briefs.”
“What do you have against Wonder Woman?” But she was already lifting her hips and sliding them off.
He reclaimed his hand’s place between her thighs as soon as they were gone. “She’s standing between me and what I want.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me something.”
“You’re chatty today.”
Yeah, he was, but apparently the best way for them to hold down a conversation was with his hand between her legs, so he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past. “You spend all of your time in front of one screen or another.”
“Mmm.” She pressed her lips together. “I didn’t hear a question in there.”
“How the hell do you have such a rocking body? Because I’m really digging the muscle tone you have going on in your legs.”
Aubry laughed, the sound low and amused. “DDR.”
It took him a few seconds to compute—or maybe he was just distracted by sliding a second finger into her. “Dance Dance Revolution? You’re shitting me.”
“It’s great cardio. Now, as fun as this has been, you promised me some entertainment.”
She could play like she was humoring him all she wanted. She was the one who draped her left leg over his lap, leaving herself completely open to him. Aubry gave a smug smile. “How long do you think you can last before you pull this ancient beast over to the side of the road and have your wicked way with me?”
“Aw, was that a challenge?” He pumped his fingers into her, her body welcoming him in a way he was already starting to crave.
“And wave the red flag in front of your bull?” She hissed out a breath. “God forbid.”
He leaned over, still keeping his eyes on the road. He circled her clit and then palmed her again, liking the way she felt against his hand. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk right—when we get to San Diego. Until then, you’ll have to deal with the poor substitute of my fingers.”
…
Time lost all meaning for Aubry. There was only the cab of Quinn’s truck, his hand between her legs, and his voice in her ear. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, her lower body bared for anyone that drove past them, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the orgasm he kept looming until she started begging. Only then did he let her come…and start the whole process over again.
They took a few breaks, but they happened in a blur. She went through the motions as quickly as possible so she could get back into the truck and the man who was so damn skilled at assuaging the ache in her core that beat in time with her heart.
It was somewhere outside Phoenix that she lost it. Aubry knocked his hand away and went for the button of his jeans. He started to stay something, but she snarled, “Shut up.” She freed his cock and slid down the seat so she could take him into her mouth. Her seatbelt pulled at her hips, but she was so beyond caring at this point. It was still buckled. That was enough to keep her fear in check.