Page 160 of Hell Hath No Fury
“It’s fine to get us to the airport.” She plops into the front seat crossing her legs and putting on her giant black sunglasses.
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We’ve been driving in silence, which is fine since my mind has eighty things bouncing around. I’m fucking wired. I hate giving up control. I trust my brothers to get the job done. That doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.
Eve is busy typing away on her phone, completely ignoring me. With her legs crossed, she swings one back and forth as if she’s going to have tea with the Queen. If shit wasn’t going down in the club, wewouldbe going to Hawaii. I did arrange to have my cousin David and his wife Charlie watch my kids so that Eve and I could spend some time alone.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and let the Bluetooth take over. I’m sick of Eve and her silent treatment. I should have fucked her in the bathroom, released some poisons, cleared my mind enough to think.
“Anything you want to listen to?”
At last, she glances up, a frown still on her face. “Nope, you choose. You’re going to decide everything anyway.” She recrosses her legs and goes back to her phone.
“Perfect.” I scroll up to my Led Zeppelin’s greatest hits playlist and start blasting it. We’re almost out of LA, headed toward the mountains. I almost laugh as the guitars start playing and her hands freeze midtype. Eve despises Zeppelin.
Her eyes shoot my way.Badassplays in my head as my fierce Queen scowls with anI want to stab youstare. My cock hardens.
“Are we taking a small detour?” she screams over the music as she points with her phone at the change in scenery outside her window.
“You could say that.” I don’t need to yell. My voice carries.
With a dramatic flair that only my wife has perfected, she tosses the phone into her purse and sighs as she props bothheeled sandals on the dashboard and slowly spreads her legs apart.
I raise an eyebrow at her. She smiles back innocently, her hands sliding down her leg as if she needs to check her sandal. I breathe through my nose as I try not to slam us into the semi ahead of us.
“Blade?” she purrs. My lips twitch at her choice in names. She calls me Blade when she’s trying to make a point. “Are we on the lam?” Her hands stop caressing and sort of linger as the question takes a moment to register, my throbbing cock making it hard to concentrate.
“The lam?” I shift so that I can change lanes more comfortably. “Clarifythe lam.”
“Oh. My. God. We are.” Her legs drop down as she twists to face me.
“Everything is fine.” I look into my back mirror to make sure that black sedan is only a harmless black car. “We’re not exactly going to Hawaii,yet.”
“Unbelievable.” She throws her arms up and crosses her legs. “So that’s why you had David and Charlie babysitting? Not because we’re getting away?”
“We’re getting away, Angel.”
She shakes her head and squints as her pouty lips part. “We’re laying low.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t answer and maneuver us into the carpool lane. I’m done feeling guilty. And I’m through walking on eggshells.
“Take off your panties,” I demand.
“Excuse me?” she yells as she rolls her eyes at me.
I turn down the music, flipping on The Killers. She decided to tease the beast; now he’s alive and done waiting.
“Legs on the dashboard. I want to see that glistening cunt.”
A small whoosh escapes her mouth as she blinks at me. I can read her like a book. Always have. She’s trying to decide what she can get away with.
“No Hawaii?” She frowns as I set the cruise control.
“Panties, now. I won’t say it again,” I growl. Her eyes narrow. She wanted a different answer, yet with the grace of a ballerina, she lifts her hips and removes her slip of pink panties.
“Legs up and spread them wide.” I look at the open freeway, the silver pavement glistening in the afternoon sun. Besides us and a couple of trucks, most of the 14 Freeway North is clear. Her heeled sandals make a small thud as she spreads her legs open.
“Take your dress off.”
