Page 67 of Love Not Qualified

I grazed a palm over my face and a heavy sigh left my lungs as I exited the shop with two bottles of water in my hands. We had been on the road for two hours already, a time in which Haelyn gave in and let sleep take her. I needed a fucking break from her presence.

The sky was still black with hints of light sneaking their way out, and the cold was still as unforgiving as it was when I parked in front of her house.

I passed the empty gas pumps and glanced over at my BMW where I knew she was asleep with those beautiful lips parted open and a few rebellious strands of hair resting on her heated cheeks.

Driving on long roads was never a problem for me, I usually refused to make any stops, knowing that even a quick halt to the bathroom would have meant a delay. Yet on a three and a half hour drive, it was the second time I parked the car. Every time I spotted a gas station on the empty road ahead, I’d sigh in relief and turn the wheel, eager for a fresh breath of hair.

Haelyn awake? That was somewhat easier to handle. But to see her sleeping peacefully in my car, her head resting on her jacket as she took soft breaths, those tits jostling at every speedbump? Yeah, that was another story. It felt intimate, being able to see her like that.

Maybe if I hadn’t found her fucking sexy lingerie, I could’ve stared ahead and let her rest while I was making sure we’d get there safely. But no. My mind kept wandering to how those panties felt between my fingers, the memory of the raw material keeping my cock hard the entire time while she was next to me, laying there like a fucking temptation.

I couldn’t concentrate. All I could do was remember the blush creeping on her cheeks when I gave my thoughts the power to speak for me right before we left.

Fuck.

What had gotten into me? I was used to having beautiful women around me and most of the time, I didn’t give a fuck even if they sprawled their legs while I was driving, and yet I couldn’t trust myself to get us there just because she was sleeping?

I needed a good fuck. That was what it was.Nothing more.

Maybe it would’ve been a good idea to get that before this trip.

With a much needed deep breath, I got inside the driver seat and roared the engine to life. Just like the first time, Haelyn didn’t show any reaction on her face. She must’ve had a hard night after the call she got.

My eyes swept to her. Her chin was hanging to her chest now and her brows furrowed at whatever she was dreaming. I snuck a finger under her neck and helped her rest on the jacket again, then I drove away.

My dick was still pumping in my jeans and I gave it a squeeze, the pain becoming unbearable after hours of being thick and ready. I sighed, roaming a hand through my hair.

Why had she brought that cursed lingerie with her? Was she planning to wear it for another man while I was there?

I gritted my teeth at the thought and sped on the highway.

Good thing she didn’t have anyone to wear her lingerie for where we were going.

Except me.

“I thoughtyou were going to bail on me.” Sebastian smiled, lifting his hand in the air as I closed the door of the car after me. He dragged me into a hug, patting me on my back. “I’m glad to see I was wrong.”

He was so dressed that his body seemed as built as mine, though Sebastian had always been a small guy. Snowflakes rested on his eyelashes, the snow already pouring here.

“Your wife would’ve cut my balls if I said I was coming and then I didn’t show up.” I muttered under my breath, then hid my palms in my jeans.

He laughed, throwing his head back as his hand rested on my shoulder. Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but then his eyes were caught by something else. They flew back to my face as he took a step back.

“Who is the sleeping beauty?” He crooked an eyebrow.

I looked behind me, spotting Haelyn slowly coming to her senses as she covered a yawn with her palm, her teary eyes searching around her. My attention turned back to Sebastian.

“Long story,” I admitted. “Give us five minutes and if you hear me scream, call an ambulance,” I joked and he nodded knowingly.

My eyes remained pointed on his back as he turned around and left, his shoulders shaking. He found it amusing and maybe if I wasn’t the one who had to explain himself in front of a woman like Haelyn, I would’ve laughed too.

I kept my feet glued on the ground where snow was slowly painting it white. When I heard a door close shut behind me, I sucked in a breath.

Here it came.

“Mr. Graves?” she questioned, her steps squeaking on the white blanket of snow.

Mr. Graves. Was that what she’d call me if I was fucking her from behind? Or would she have left the pleasantries and called me by my name?

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