Chapter Ten #2
The second it clicks off, I replace the nozzle and head around the car just as Cece comes out carrying a bag and two drinks.
The guy follows her, still talking.
His eyes land on the equipment packed into the back when they reach the Civic. “You heading to Sol Fuego?”
“Yeah, I’m actually playing it,” Cece says.
“No shit.” His brows lift. “What day?”
“She’s got a set tomorrow.”
Both of them look at me.
I step in beside her and take the bag from her hand, letting my palm settle against the small of her back. Her body goes still for half a second, but she doesn’t move away.
“She’s real fucking good too,” I add, looking at him. “Got a sick set planned,”
The guy’s gaze drops to my hand before returning to my face. “Cool. Maybe I’ll catch it.”
“You should.”
Something in my smile must land, because he nods once, tells Cece he’ll see her there, then heads back toward his car.
She waits until he’s out of earshot before looking up at me. “Was that necessary?”
“What?”
“This.” She points toward my hand, which is still resting against her.
“You want me to move it?”
Her eyes hold mine for a second before she turns to replace the gas nozzle. “I want you to stop walking around waving your cock every time another man looks at me.”
That pulls a laugh out of me. “I wasn’t waving anything around, Mama. But I do like knowing my cock was the first place your mind went.”
Her eyes narrow, but there’s heat behind it. “Revel, you walked over like you owned the whole gas station.”
“Not the whole thing.” I step closer, lowering my voice. “Just the part you were standing in.”
“I’m not territory, Revel.”
“Never said you were.”
“You practically pissed a goddamn circle around me.”
I grin, letting my gaze drop to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. “And you stayed right in the middle of it.”
“Ay, claro.” She rolls her eyes and arches her back with a quiet groan, pressing a hand to her lower spine. “My back is killing me.”
I hold my hand out for the keys. “Let me drive.”
Her eyes narrow. “You? Drive my car?”
“Yes, your car. I promise not to launch it through a fence.”
She studies me for a second. “You’ll be careful?”
“I’ll be very gentle with her.” I say it while letting my eyes drag slowly from her face to her legs and back up again.
She catches every second of it. “I was talking about the fucking car.”
“So was I.”
“Pendejo.” She drops the keys into my palm anyway.
I grin. “Knew you trusted me.”
“I trust my insurance.”
The driver’s seat isn’t much better. I shove it back until it hits the cooler, adjust the mirrors, then try to arrange six-three of me in a Honda without losing circulation below the waist.
Cece watches from the passenger seat like this is peak entertainment. She kicks off her sandals, tucks one leg under herself, and takes over the music while I pull us back onto the highway.
A few minutes later, she leans across the console for the charging cable.
Her fingers brush the inside of my thigh.
Fuck me.
I go stiff so fast it’s honestly embarrassing.
Every muscle in my body tightens. My grip clamps around the wheel, my jaw locks, and my cock goes hard so fast there’s no chance she misses it when her wrist brushes over the front of my sweatpants.
She stills.
Then slowly looks up at me.
I keep my eyes on the road like my entire body didn’t just sell me out.
The corner of her mouth lifts. “You okay over there?”
“Perfect.”
“Mm-hm.”
She finds the cable, but instead of pulling away, her fingers trail back over my thigh, lighter this time. Deliberate.
My cock jerks beneath her wrist.
Her smile turns wicked the exact second she realizes she has me completely fucked.
“Careful, Mama,” I say, voice rougher than I want it to be.
“Why?” Her fingers flex against my leg. “Is someone a little distracted?”
“Keep playing and you’re gonna find out.”
She settles back into her seat, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Eyes on the road, príncipe.”
For all of thirty seconds, she behaves. She plugs in her phone, turns the music up, and leans back like she didn’t just make my entire goddamn body tense with one touch.
Then her hand returns to my thigh.
“You having fun?” I ask.
“I have no idea what you mean.”
Her thumb traces slowly along the inside of my leg.
I keep my eyes on the highway, readjusting myself in the seat. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“You like adrenaline, right?”
“I do, why?”
“You’re always going on about speed, danger, and how it’s the only thing that shuts your brain up.
” Her fingers creep higher, tightening my grip on the wheel.
“So I’m helping. Community service, basically.
I’ve got hours to get in, and keeping you focused enough not to put us through another fence feels charitable. ”
A rough laugh slips out of me. “That what you’re calling this?”
“Mm-hm. I’m very giving.” She leans closer, her hair brushing my shoulder as her voice lowers. “Thought I’d give you a little rush.”
My jaw tightens. “How very thoughtful of you, Mama. So selfless.”
When her hand moves again, one of mine leaves the wheel on instinct.
Cece catches it immediately and puts it right back.
“No.”
I glance at her.
She taps the steering wheel with one nail. “Both hands on the wheel. Focus.”
“You’re making that pretty fucking difficult.”
“That’s the point.”
She watches my fingers close around the wheel before continuing, moving slowly enough that I know she’s paying attention to every change in my breathing.
Fucking hell.
I turn my head, but she catches my jaw and points my face toward the windshield.
“Eyes stay on the road, pretty boy.”
“Fuck, you’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Actually, I think I’m enjoying it exactly the right amount.”
My hand shifts from the wheel again, reaching for her thigh.
She slaps it back into place.
“Do that again and I stop.”
“What the fuck! You’re touching me.”
“Exactly.”
“Mean little thing.”
“You like me mean.”
“Way too fucking much.”
Her smile deepens as she settles into the control she’s found. Every time I start to adjust to her, she changes the pace. Every time I try to touch her, she puts my hand back on the wheel and reminds me to drive.
“You know I could pull over.”
“But you haven’t.”
“I’m trying to get us to Miami alive.”
“Responsible Revel.” She clicks her tongue. “Qué decepción.”
“Keep talking, Mama.”
“What? You’re the one who’s always bragging that you can handle anything.”
“I can.”
Her fingers tighten against my thigh. “Then prove it. Eyes forward.”
My knuckles are white around the steering wheel, gripping it hard enough that the leather creaks beneath my palms. My cock pulses against my sweats, already leaking and so fucking hard it borders on painful.
Cece knows exactly what she’s doing.
She isn’t touching me like she wants to get me off.
She’s testing me. Paying attention to every breath, every twitch, every tiny shift in my body like she’s learning exactly how to play me.
Her hand slides higher until her palm cups the my cock over my pants. She doesn’t grip me yet. Just brushes over the head with enough pressure to make my hips jerk toward her before I can stop them.
“Hands on the wheel, Revel,” she says sweetly.
Too fucking sweetly.
“You’re a fucking sadist,” I growl, my voice rough as shit.
I shift in the seat, trying to press harder into her palm, but she immediately pulls away.
The loss of contact makes my jaw clench.
“I’m a woman who knows how to get what she wants,” she says, satisfaction lighting her face. “And right now, I want to watch you struggle.”
A laugh leaves me, cocky in theory but strained enough to betray me. “Keep this up, Mama, and when we get to the hotel, I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name.”
She doesn’t even blink.
Instead, she gives me a soft, mocking laugh that goes straight through me. “Big talk from a man who can’t take one hand off the wheel without me putting it back.”
Her fingers trail over me again.
“You’re not in control right now, Revel.” She leans closer, her voice dropping beside my ear. “I am.”
Then she reaches over and pulls my cock free with a quick flick of her fingers.
My breath catches when her warm hand slides inside and closes around my cock.
“Fuck.”
My head starts to turn toward her.
She stops instantly.
“Eyes. On. The. Road.”
Her grip stays wrapped around me, perfectly still.
“One more look and I’m done,” she warns. “I’ll leave you like this all the way to Miami.”
I snap my attention back to the windshield, heart hammering against my ribs. “Fuck you.”
There’s no bite behind it. Not when I’m already fighting the urge to beg.
Her laugh is quiet and smug. “Mmm, you wish you could.”
She begins stroking me, slow and tight, dragging her hand from the base to the tip with enough patience to drive me out of my fucking mind. Her thumb spreads the pre-cum over the head, circling the ridge again and again while my breathing turns uneven.
“Cece.”
“What?”
“You know fucking what.”
“Use your words, pretty boy.”
Her pace quickens just enough to send heat racing up my spine before slowing again.
“Please,” I rasp, the word escaping before my pride can stop it.
Her smile grows. I can hear it in her voice. “Please what?”
“Fuck, Mama.” My grip tightens around the wheel. “Please don’t stop.”
“Aww,” she whispers, leaning in until her breath warms my ear. “All that cockiness, and you’re already begging.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy every second.”
She picks up the pace, her grip tightening around me until my entire body starts to shake with the effort of keeping the car steady. When my hand twitches toward her thigh, she catches it and slaps it back onto the wheel.
“Both hands.”
“Mama—”
“Focus on the fucking road, Revel,” she whispers, her voice low and firm enough to make every muscle in my body tighten.
Then she lowers her head again.