Page 16 of The Road Ahead
The terrain was leveling out, and we were approaching the T-junction where the tourist drive met the main highway. Rio hardly slowed as they approached the intersection, and at the last minute, they casually pulled on the handbrake at the same time as they turned the wheel, and the car did a smooth one-eighty, sliding across the road and coming to a stop neatly in front of the sign in the rest area.
It was too much for me. I hunched over a little and shuddered through a spontaneous orgasm. I leaned my head back against the headrest, eyes closed as I panted and tried to get my breathing under control. What were the chances Rio would think I was just reacting to the adrenaline rush of being their passenger? Would they be able to tell that I’d just come in my pants, untouched, simply because of their driving?
Fuck, I hoped not. It was dark—if I was careful, I’d be able to hide the wet spot on the front of my jeans. I just had to act as nonchalant as I could. Piece of cake.
I peeled my eyes open and glanced across at them to find them looking at me expectantly. “So?” they asked.
“So?” I repeated.
Rio rolled their eyes. “Don’t be coy, asshole. What’d you think of my baby?”
“I think I’m in love,” I told them, knowing they’d think I was talking about the car.
Rio stroked the steering wheel affectionately. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
I wouldnotget jealous of a steering wheel. I wouldn’t! “Yeah, she is. Did it take you long to get used to driving her?”
Rio put the car back into gear and pulled out onto the road at a much more sedate pace than we’d arrived. “Oh yeah. I kept going to get in the passenger side to start with.” They laughed, light and musical. “Getting used to changing gears with my left hand was one of the biggest challenges, and obviously I have to be really aware of my surroundings because of the obscured vision.”
I nodded. “You seem to have no problems now.”
“Yeah, I’m used to her by now. I very rarely drive other cars, but I always struggle when I do.”
“Would you ever let me have a go?”
Rio thought about this. “I mean, Idohave a spare clutch, but I’m not sure if I want to waste it on you.”
“Hey!” I protested as they cackled at my ire. “I can drive a stick!”
“When was the last time you did, though?” they asked between laughs.
“Shut up! I wouldn’t break your precious baby.”
“You better fucking not,” Rio told me. They blew me a kiss, and my spent cock twitched a little. “Okay, fine, Iguessyou can have a go. One day.”
“I’ll wait with bated breath,” I drawled.
It wasn’t much longer and we were pulling up in front of the cabin. Teresa and Brad had forgotten to leave the porch light on when they’d left that afternoon, but I didn’t mind, as it helped to cover mywet patch of shame.
Rio proved to be a literal angel as they said, “You grab the first shower. I gotta take off my makeup.”
I didn’t argue, just headed for the bathroom. Had I gotten away without Rio realizing what had happened? I was pretty sure, but maybe they’d just been polite enough not to mention it? I mean, it had to be pretty embarrassing for them if theyhadnoticed I’d jizzed in my pants. Almost as embarrassing as my asshole co-worker mentioning mylittle crush. Urgh, I could have killed Yuki! The last thing I wanted to do was creep Rio out. We werecousins. I was sure they’d find it gross. Sure, we joked around, like when they’d blown me a kiss, but that wasn’t serious.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to relax. I couldn’t change the past—I needed to just put both mortifying situations behind me and move on. I finished my shower and dried off, then slipped into some sweatpants.
As Rio took their turn in the bathroom, I sent Teresa a quick text to make sure she was doing okay. We’d let her know wewere heading off early, but as she’d gotten there late, she and Brad were planning on staying for the very last show. She replied back, telling me to stop worrying, and that she’d see us in the morning.
Rio stepped back into the bedroom, and I did a double take. They were wearing a lavender satin two-piece pajama set. The bottom of the cami and the hem of the shorts were edged with delicate lace, and the top was cut in a sharp V that showed off Rio’s collarbones. Their face was clean and free of makeup but they weren’t any less beautiful because of it. Their skin had a natural glow to it, and their hair was still damp from the shower, falling across their forehead in heavy ringlets.
Rio fidgeted, and I realized I’d been staring. Again. It was a bad habit of mine. They twisted the bottom of their cami, eyes downcast, and said, “I can get changed, if this makes you feel uncomfortable.”
I frowned. “Why would I feel uncomfortable?”
They shrugged, causing one spaghetti strap to slip down off their shoulder. “I dunno. Maybe it’s too revealing, or something.”
I huffed and pointed at my bare chest. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I seem to be wearing less than you. Do you wantmeto put on something else?”
Rio shook their head, but still didn’t meet my eyes. “No. I don’t mind.”
