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Being willing to go out of your mind forsomeone.
I force myself to turn back to the road. Traffic is quiet on a Sundaynight.
Between the wide-open freeway and the dark sky, it's unlikely anyone willseeher.
She leans back into her seat, shifting her hips as she strokesherself.
Her eyes blink open. She stares back at me with this expression that begs me totouchher.
Begs me towatchher.
Again, I force myself to look totheroad.
I stroke her inner thigh with myrighthand.
She needs to know I'm in thiswithher.
That I want her as badly as shewantsme.
"Mal." Her voice breaks into a whine. Aplease touch me, you're cruel for not touching mewhine.
"You want tocome,baby?"
Shenods.
"Frommyhand?"
Shenods.
"Onmycock?"
"Please."
"Then stay attheedge."
"What?" She staresatme.
"Keep touching yourself, butdon'tcome."
"I…" She presses her lips together. She tugs at her dress with her free hand. "All the way back to SantaMonica?"
"Until I say when." I'm not going to make it to SantaMonica.
If I want to survive this drive, I need to find a secluded spot to fuck her. In the next tenmiles.
The strip mall to our left catches my attention. The next twenty miles are all strip malls and little neighborhoods. There are hills upahead.
Hills thatmightwork.
Lacey presses her back against the seat. She bites her bottom lip. Digs the nails of her free hand intoherskin.
She'sclose.
And she wantsrelease.
But this—the sweet agony of being on the edge—is what sheneeds.
I split my attention between her and the road for the next five miles. She's fucking beautiful wracked with pleasure. And the way her groans echo around the car, drowning out themusic.
