Page 29 of Touch Her and Die
She was still quiet. Fuck. I couldn’t take this. I pushed the button, and the engine roared to life. My heart raced. My hands were fucking shaking as I tried to not destroy the car. The wheels spit gravel as I peeled away from the gas station. I’d gone this route so many times the last few years to visit my exiled cousin, that at least I didn’t need to fucking pay too much attention. I was on autopilot.
My perfectly controlled world had been taken down in a matter of hours because of her.
“Fine. Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re mine and I won’t share. If there is someone else, at least he won’t find you. And when I find him?”
I was running Halle to the only safe place I could think of and for what?
Keep her out of the way before I go murder everyone.
Her voice came out of nowhere.
“What are you planning to do?”
I let off on the gas and stole a glance.
“What? Do about what?”
The city was so far behind us, and the sun was setting.
“What will you do to get out of this wedding?”
I ground my molars together.
“I am starting to hate that fucking word. Wedding. But what does it matter, anyway? I’ll get you somewhere safe because I can’t…” I stopped talking.
Her hand reached over and touched my own.
“Pull over?”
For the woman that was always demanding and rarely compliant, I couldn’t tell what the game was.
“Why?”
Instead of her speaking, I nearly jumped out of my skin as her hand rested on my cock. Hell, she fucking grabbed it though my pants, and I was instantly hard no matter how mad I was.
“Halle, you can’t just fuck your way out of this. I guess if you have no need for me, then I suppose I just marry the rich bitch and let you live out your life. I won’t ever turn you in. I—I can’t.”
Her hand squeezed over my traitorous cock.
“Just pull over, Parks. I will fuck you if I want to.”
God help me. I pulled over because the blood was rushing from my head to other places.I’d get us killed if I wasn’t careful.
“Fine. What? We’re still an hour away. What do you need?” I grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from my hard-on even if I didn’t want to.
“I need time.” She paused and used her other hand at an awkward as hell angel to stroke me. “This is all new to me. I don’t think that you are only desirable when someone else wants you. In fact, I hate it. But I also don’t have a clue what to do. My motto has always been, if you can’t kill it, well then, what’s the point?”
I wanted to fucking hear her out, but too much was happening. Too much was at stake, and I wasn’t in control. She wasn’t controllable.
Nothing could get fixed by ignoring it though. I finally turned to look at her.
“Halle, I can’t figure out what to do because I can’t think straight without you. You’re everything to me. And I hate it. I hate that I’d rather stalk you than go to a meeting for my uncle. The uncle whose orders I’ve always followed.”
She wasn’t smiling, and she was quiet. Two things I should be worried about. And I was.
But she pulled her hands away from me and slid them up the shirt she wore as a dress. It was better than the tattered and stained red dress she’d worn before. She pulled down her panties and left them on the floor before turning to me.
One by one she released each of the buttons on the shirt.
