“Okay. But do you think you could get yourself together while I go ahead inside? The gas station looks deserted. You shouldn’t have much of an audience.”
She blinked in surprise at his quiet, pressured tone. He must really need to go.
“Sure. The wig won’t be a problem, but I’m going to take off the binder. I’ll put on my jacket,” she said quickly when he looked doubtful.
He nodded, although discomfort shadowed his face. “It’ll do for now. Don’t forget to do your lips and put on the powder.”
He got out of the car. Her brow crinkled in confusion as she watched him in the rearview mirror walk toward the entrance, his quick acquiescence to her disguise shortcut striking her as odd indeed. He usually had a sexy, loose-hipped saunter, but his long, lean form looked especially stiff at the moment. Poor man. She suddenly was very regretful for being so confrontational with him earlier. His muscles must be starting to seize up on him. He’d driven for nearly sixteen hours straight. She would insist on driving when he returned so that he could stretch out. This time, she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
She got on the wig without mishap and quickly reapplied her makeup. The finished result wasn’t as good as when Seth did it, but it was sufficient for a dark night and nearly empty gas station. She put on her sunglasses. If she looked a little more hermaphroditic than when Seth took charge of her disguise, Gia doubted it would matter here. One thing was certain: She didn’t look like Gia Harris. She shrugged out of the hated binder and found her jacket in the backseat. She also spotted the toiletry kit Seth had packed and grabbed it. She longed to brush her teeth. Flinging open her door, she got out of the SUV to join Seth inside.
* * *
He couldn’t take it anymore. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Seth was ready to break apart from acute desperation at that moment.
Desperate, nagging, biting arousal.
He couldn’t get back in the close quarters of that vehicle with Gia with his ponderous erection harassing him every fucking second.
He stood in the closed bathroom stall facing the door and unfastened his jeans hastily. Not bothering to remove his underwear, he pulled his heavy erection through the slit in his boxer briefs, wincing as he cupped his balls and lifted them out as well. Furious at his inability to control his arousal, he slapped irritably at the jutting stalk, but even that stimulation excited him. He’d never felt so sensitive, his nerves leaping with excitement. The last several hours in that SUV inhaling Gia’s scent had been a living torture. He needed relief.
He craved her.
Gia wanted to give in to it. He’d never wanted to submit to his need more in this life. He suspected what Gia had said was true though. Once he surrendered, instinct told him he might not be able to leave her without regret.
None of that mattered. Not now. He parted his thighs, taking a firm stance. He fisted himself and began to pump midstaff to just below the swollen head, single-minded and greedy. Only his need to empty himself of this painful craving counted. He closed his eyes and gripped onto the top of the door with his left hand, vivid memories bombarding him: holding Gia naked against him while he sucked on her beautiful breasts, of laying her on that couch and driving into her tight, sweet body while she stared up at him with helpless arousal.
Of course he’d have her again eventually, he thought wildly as he jacked his cock faster and faster, feeling that inevitable truth rising in him as surely as his impending, explosive climax. Could any man hold out with such a bounty of sexy, hot sweetness taunting him at every turn?
* * *
Inside the gas station, Gia passed a sleepy-looking attendant and found the corridor in the back leading to the bathrooms. Figuring Seth was in the men’s room, and seeing not a single female—or anyone—in sight, she ducked into the women’s. She exited several minutes later, assuming Seth would either be out in the car or getting gas. Walking out to the SUV in the back parking lot, she realized he still wasn’t there though. She turned back around and backtracked, thinking she could help him carry the snacks and beverages. The attendant must have been in the back room, because she didn’t see him behind the counter. She started to get a couple bottles of water when she noticed the toiletry bag in her hand.
Maybe Seth wanted to use it?
A moment later, she walked down the corridor that led to the bathrooms again. It suddenly struck her that she was treading very quietly as she approached the men’s room. What was she thinking? Seth had told her he thought she should use the men’s room on the trip. But she couldn’t go in there while he was
in there, boy disguise or no. She was being ridiculous.
Yet she drew closer to the wooden door, the skin of her neck and forearms roughened with awareness. Maybe he wasn’t even in there? He could have been in a part of the large store where she couldn’t spot him? Somehow, though, she didn’t think so. He was in there. She was always very aware of him, but that awareness at the moment seemed to swell and vibrate.
Very softly, she opened the swinging bathroom door. She immediately recognized his black leather work boots in a stall. No one else was in there. She ducked back hastily, but halted her exit just as abruptly. He wasn’t back in the stall, as if he were using the toilet. Instead, he stood close to the stall door, feet forward. Then she noticed his large hand—along with the signature silver ring—gripping the stall door at the top.
As if in a trance, she entered the large lavatory and closed the door silently behind her.
Her heart started racing in her chest. Adrenaline poured into her veins, causing her flesh to tingle. For an eternal second, she remained unmoving. Then she heard a rough, muted groan, and she was moving toward him as if in a dream.
The crack between the stall door and the metal surround wasn’t large, perhaps a quarter of an inch. It was enough for a voyeur—which is what Gia had apparently transformed into in the past few seconds. Of course, she’d guessed what he was doing in there. She’d witnessed his mounting tension. Felt it . . . Shared it . . .
Despite her suspicion, when she saw the fast, pistonlike motion of his arm through the crack, an electrical shock seemed to go through her body. It was enough to mainline a jolt of arousal straight through her. Seth was a very powerful man. To witness him using all his innate force, to sense the tight coil of his arousal unraveling in a frenzy of raw need, was the most forbidden, thrilling thing she’d ever seen.
His pumping grew even faster. She heard him hiss furiously. His hand clenched the top of the door tighter. She stepped closer. Her mind and body had gone tight with anticipation and a purpose that was as single-minded as his apparently was.
She wanted to see his rigid restraint shatter.
She longed to see him erupt in pleasure.
Moving her head in a darting motion, she tried to get a better angle on him. It took her a moment to realize she no longer saw his frantic pumping motions.