Chapter Sixteen
Milo
“Can you decide on a song and let it play?” Rowan grumbled affectionately.
I’d been jumping through playlists since we began our trip back home. Well, to my home.
“Yes, but some of them are so long, like over four minutes.”
“Listen to more punk rock, lots of short songs there.” He patted my thigh. “Or, hear me out: I can get off the highway and onto a quiet country road, and you could drive the car. Would you want to?”
I put my hand on his and squeezed. “I don’t know. Maybe. My mom taught me all the ins and outs, and I drove Anabelle to the store a few times as an adult, but I never got my licence.”
“I’ll be next to you, and we’ll make sure we won’t get caught.” Rowan’s voice was soft and encouraging, as if he believed I could do it.
Bile rose in my throat. What if I caused an accident and hurt Rowan? No, he wouldn’t let me. It was a stupid, irrational fear. My parents had been killed by a drunk driver. I wasn’t under the influence and neither was Rowan.
“Okay. I want to try.”
Rowan took the nearest exit, and we ended up on a road with a cornfield on one side and a forest on the other when he pulled to a stop. I stepped out and dropped into the driver’s seat.
“I feel like a toddler.” I wiggled my feet that didn’t reach the pedals and my fingers that barely scraped the steering wheel.
Rowan chuckled. “Let’s adjust everything to your size.” He reached out, but I stopped him.
“I’ll do it.” The basics my mom had taught me when I was twelve were clear in my head, and I moved the chair, set up all the mirrors, then checked the height of the belt. “I’ll go slowly.” I patted the side of the steering column, but nothing was there. “Where’s the key?”
“In my pocket. Just press the button.”
“Oh.” I deflated. Being so adamant on distracting myself with music not to think about accidents, I hadn’t paid attention to how this particular vehicle actually worked.
“Sorry.” I stepped on the brake pedal and pressed the button on the side of the steering wheel.
Letting go, the car ripped off the road. “Whoa. It’s delicate. Sorry for that.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Take your time to get used to it.”
“What if I destroy your car?” I squeaked.
“You won’t.” Rowan, the patient teacher, has return.
How was he so calm?
“You overestimate me.”
“I don’t care about the car. Just focus on driving. It’s an SUV, by the way.” He massaged the back of my neck.
His trust gave me courage.
“Okay, okay.” Without music, the drive was quiet, with no noise from the outside. Straight path, safe car, no one around.
I drove for several miles, slower and faster, to get a feel of the vehicle. Maybe I could overcome my fear? Get a car? Take Ethel on a road trip?
A shot sounded, and I yelped. No, it was quieter than that.
I was gripping the steering wheel with all my might as it battled against me. “What did I do?”
“It’s all fine,” Rowan said calmly. “Pull over and let’s check if it’s the tire.”
My body trembled, but my grip was steady. “It’s my fault. We could have—”
“Nope. Nothing bad happened, and you didn’t do anything wrong. We’re near woods; random stuff can be on the way.” Rowan guided the steering wheel that I was white-knuckling as if it would explode if I let it go.
We pulled into a forest road and parked on the side. I jumped out like a man who sat on a pin, and I was rounding the car, inspecting it.
“It’s busted. I think we ran over something sharp.” My hands shook, but I took a deep breath and noticed five things in my surroundings, then reached for Rowan.
He wrapped an arm around me. “I’ll call road assistance, and they’ll pick us up. Raina gave us food, and I have a blanket. We can make a picnic out of it.”
His insane calmness curbed my panic as if we were cosmically connected, influencing each other. The way fated mates would.
I kissed his cheek. “That sounds so nice. But don’t call them yet.”
Shaking my arms out, I straightened my back. Yup, I could do this. I opened the trunk and pulled out our suitcases, then the food, handing it to Rowan.
“Why not? What are you doing?”
“Ha! You have a spare tire.” I knocked on the compartment inside.
“Yes, but I don’t know how to change it.”
I beamed like I was competing with the sun.
“But I do. Don’t underestimate a twink with ADHD.
” I rubbed my hands together and lifted the lid hiding the tire.
“When I was little, my mom took me on trips to the forest, hiking trails, or berry picking. Once our tire suffered a similar fate to yours here, and she taught me how to change it. She was the most feminine creature that ever lived—wearing dresses, impeccable makeup, high heels and all, but she also treated our hiking seriously, Lara Croft style—always prepared. Well, minus the guns.”
He was ready to help me, and looked confused when placed a hand on his chest and walked past him.
“Let me.” I patted his cheek. “I’m not tiny and frail; I only look that way next to you, sweetie.
” Without breaking a sweat, I hauled the tire out and rolled it along the road to the offending wheel.
I pulled on the handbrake and took out the items I’ll need.
Within minutes, I loosened the lug nuts, used the jack to lift the SUV, and swapped the tire.
“Wow. I won’t even gonna pretend I’m not impressed as fuck.” Rowan squatted next to me as I was lowering his car back down.
“I fucked it up, but I fixed it.” I patted the car like it was a good dog and stood up.
Rowan followed me and kissed the spot behind my ear. “Not your fault.”
I shrugged. “Can you hold the water bottle for me to wash my hands?”
“Of course.”
“We should still have a picnic. I like the idea.”
Rowan set up a blanket on the grass and the cooler full of snacks. Since the wedding was two days ago, I packed slices of pies for Ethel instead of the cake. Then Raina gave us boxes of pastries and leftover fruit.
“Open.” Rowan dangled a cluster of grapes in the air.
I wrapped my lips around one and bit into it.
Rowan was watching me, swallowed, and set the food aside.
Recognizing his hazel eyes darkening with lust, I leaned back on my elbows and beckoned him with a finger. Rowan didn’t need convincing—he was on me and kissing my neck within a second.
His delicious weight on top of me fuelled the fire kindling between us, and I arched under him, sinking my fingers into his thick, fiery hair. He nipped along my jawline then down my chest, lifting my plain white T-shirt up.
“So you like my car, hm?” He flicked his tongue over my pierced nipples then down over my belly button.
“I do.”
Rowan stood up, leaving me grasping for him. Where the hell was he going?
He rummaged in the trunk, closed it, and kept something behind his back. “Do you like it enough to fuck it?” With a wicked grin, he smacked a pink dildo on the passenger door. It wobbled on its suction cup with a comical flair.
I burst into giggles as heat travelled to my cheeks. “Definitely.”
“Then show me how you stretch yourself.” He threw me a bottle of lube. “Fuck my car.”
I caught it in both hands, cradling it to my chest, and looked around. We were in the middle of nowhere, in a forest. No one would see us.
He was turning this disaster into fond memories, and I was falling for it. Good.
“Only if you’ll be watching me, fully naked.”
“Easy.” Rowan stripped, returned to his place on the blanket, and crossed his legs at the ankle. “Do you need help?”
I stepped out of my sneakers and socks, then threw my shorts and underwear at him. “No. I wanna show off.”
Rowan caught my undies mid-air, pressed them to his face and inhaled. He was visibly flushed, and his cock was at half mast, resting heavy on his thigh.
My mission was to make him lose his mind.
The lube was cool on my fingers as I braced myself with one hand on the car and reached behind me with the other, making sure Rowan got a full view of my backside. I traced my rim, then dipped a finger in.
“Fuck, Milo.”
Oh, Rowan was groaning already? Excellent.
Arching, I added another digit, and a third, which was not particularly difficult considering Rowan’s fingers were there this morning. And well, he had big hands.
For sheer theatrics, I squatted to lube the dildo stuck to the door, stroking it up and down, then I straightened up and turned to face Rowan.
He was keeping his hands to himself, but his dick was wetting his abdomen with his delicious pre-cum. I wanted to lick it, but I was on a mission to destroy Rowan from afar. I was naked from the waist down, holding the hem of my t-shirt in my teeth and ready to show these woods how it’s done.
Meeting his gaze, I guided the silicone into me, stretching my hole just right.
It felt good to me, but judging by Rowan’s flushed cheeks and parted lips, he was enjoying it even more.
I moved slowly, making sure I could last long, but the ridges on the dildo teased my rim with my movements so well, I had to be careful.
My dick was dripping pre-cum on the grass every time I thrust back, and even without touching it, I was inching close too fast. The mix of excitement at the novelty of the act, the outdoors location, and the friction were doing it for me, but it was the utterly turned-on expression on Rowan’s face that made the moment one for the spank books.
“I have a better idea.” With a long moan, I pulled myself off the toy and took my T-shirt off, tossing it on the grass.
I walked slowly to the trunk and retrieved a shorter but thicker dildo with tiny ridges going around it.
It was deep orange—the closest in color I could find to Rowan’s cock-zilla.
I gave Rowan a saucy wink over my shoulder, then sucked the toy to the middle of the front hood of the car.
“This one is closer to your cock in thickness.” I climbed on, and positioned myself crab-like with my hands braced on the hood behind me and my feet wide enough for Rowan to see exactly where the dildo was going.
With the help of more lube, I was impaling myself on the tip of the monster.
“Enjoy the view.” I moaned, sinking lower, enjoying the stretch. After playing with dildos daily, I’d bought this one, hoping to get ready to bounce on Rowan’s dick soon. I was a man on a mission.
Rowan was massaging his inner thigh with one hand and caressing his nipple with the other while his dick twitched, untouched. Was he holding his breath? No, quick and tiny bursts of air were leaving his parted lips that he licked as if he were parched. It wasn’t for water.
Was this a power trip for me? Maybe. “Do you like what you see?”
“Fuck yes. I’ll show you how much.” Rowan gripped his cock and held still, taking deep breaths. Then, he began slow strokes. His restraint was admirable.
I lowered my hips, letting the dildo in halfway where it was at its thickest
“If I can fuck your car like this, imagine how I’d fuck you.” I was all talk with my thighs trembling and my dick twitching, ready to burst.
“Oh gods, Milo, you’re gonna make me come.” Rowan twisted his hand on the upstroke, pulling the foreskin midway over the head, then down.
“That’s the plan.” I panted, bouncing on the dildo in shallow movements now.
“Stay where you are. Please. Ah!” Rowan tossed his head back and roared like a wild animal in the woods. I was surprised he didn’t scare any birds.
His cum landed on his chest, but he continued jerking off, slowly touching himself as he pulled to his feet. With dick still in hand, he stalked over to me and braced a hand between my parted legs.
“You’re the hottest person that ever graced the Earth. Come in my mouth, baby.”
He took my cock between his lips and sucked with the expertise of a man who loved doing this, moaning and bobbing his head.
I lasted no more than ten seconds.
Shooting into his mouth, I keened as he licked around my cock. My legs wobbled, but Rowan was there, holding me by the thighs and lifting me up and off the dildo and into his arms.
He carried me to the blanket and took my lips in a slow, lazy kiss we indulged in until our bodies cooled down from the high of the encounter. Rowan nipped my jaw, then buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked cheekily, even though I already knew the answer.
“You’re amazing.” He nuzzled my collarbone, then laid his head on my chest.
“If I had my camera out there, I’d love a picture of you on this blanket. You looked so hot.”
Rowan chuckled and kissed my nipple. “You can take one now if you want.”
I wiggled from under him and skipped to the car, then slowed the fuck down cause my legs were barely working. I dug out a packet of wipes and my instant camera.
Rowan spread on the blanket with one hand behind his head and the other covering his groin. With the woods as a backdrop, and the snacks next to him, he was an image worthy of a Monet painting.
I snapped a pic, and the camera whirred, spitting out the print.
“Now, I’m starving.” I joined Rowan, and we dug into the food.
Author’s notes:
I told my friend yesterday that I was writing a car fuck scene and didn’t elaborate. You can read it now, Kat! :P