I steer with one arm, it’s a relatively straight drive from Enterprise, Utah to the compound outside of Meeker, Colorado, so I don’t need two arms. Honestly, even if I did, I’d be hard pressed to remove my arm from around her slim waist.
Since I began holding her, I’ve had to force myself not to let my fingers slide above the hem of her jeans to her skin, but as time wears on, Jaz begins to lean on the fuel tank. Exhaustion setting in. I lift my arm and pull her back to my chest.
At first, she tenses but I press my lips to her ear, “Thirty more minutes until we reach the rest stop. Lean on me and rest your back until we get there.”
She nods and lays her head back against my shoulder and I feel her body relax as much as she can in the position. It’s not amazingly comfortable but it's better than leaving strain on your back.
In this position, I see the perfect slope of her neck and the rise of her chest with each breath she takes, reminding me of how her silky skin felt on my lips and tongue. I can feel my teeth sharpening with the need to leave my mark on her, claim her and break her. Make her mine.
Along with my teeth growing, I feel my cock growing from the semi I’ve had the whole ride with her ass rubbing against me, to achingly hard. My jeans are the only thing keeping me from bursting free and even they’re having a hard time holding me back, especially with my wolf trying to break my hold. Jaz wiggles a little, her eyes shooting up to me when she feels the effect, she has on me.
Leaning my face down, lips to her ear once more, “If you don’t like my reaction to you, stop grinding your luscious ass against me.” My voice is slightly dual, the barrier I have on my wolf is barely containing him.
I watch goosebumps rise on the soft skin of her chest as she chews on her lip, looking straight ahead until she turns her face to me, her lips skimming along mine as she speaks, “Who said I didn’t like it?”
Color me shocked. I was expecting her to say something opposite of that delicious reply, but before I can say anything, she boldly slips her hand down the front of her jeans. I watch her fingers move beneath the fabric until she brings her fingers up to my eye level with me, showing me her juices coating her fingers.
My groan is loud and sounds part demonic, part wolf, but then the little temptress has me close to wrecking when she slips her fingers into her mouth, licking off her own arousal. I can’t help pulling her tighter against me, my hips rolling on their own to get this throbbing ache in my dick under control.
“I can play dirty too, baby.” I ground out in her ear, licking the shell between my words, “When I get you to the compound, I’ll make sure you know just how dirty I can be.”
Her trilling laughter makes me growl and smirk, she truly has no idea what type of beast she’s awoken in me. We have club whores at the compound, or Sweets as we like to call them, but none of them have ever had me as hard as Jaz has. The Sweets are just a means to an end but even then, I have to work to get off. With Jaz, I’m pretty fucking sure I’ll have to work to hold back. To keep from blowing too soon like a virgin. But mark my motherfucking words, Jaz Monroe will be playing out every dirty fantasy I’ve had of her since seeing her at the garage.