Page 42 of When love and Hate Collide

“First of all, I don’t swoon,” he iterates, fixing me with a stern glare. “And secondly, I only said those things to you because I wanted to fuck you, so I wouldn’t let it go to your head. However, seeing as you’re so keen to recall things about this afternoon, let’s talk about that blowjob you gave me, shall we?” The arrogance in his eyes makes my stomach turn.

“Let’s not.” I shudder and pull my legs out of his lap and sit straight in my seat again.

Minutes pass in silence, and I begin squirming in my seat. My bladder is so full, almost at bursting point. “It’s so hot in here. Can’t you turn on the air-con or something?”

Dean opens his eyes and looks over at me fanning myself. “How am I supposed to put the air con on when there’s no power going to the engine?” Dean drawls condescendingly like I’m an idiot.

I raise a brow not liking his tone, “Don’t you fucking patronise me, Dean. I’m hot. I’m thirsty, and my bladder is minutes away from bursting.”

Dean rolls his eyes and sighs, “Then go take a piss. I don’t see anyone stopping you.”

I give a distasteful look and he blinks back at me. “Don’t be ridiculous. I am not going to piss on the side of the road like some barbarian.”

“Suit yourself. I’m going to empty my bladder,” he states, opening the door and stepping out. I watch him walk over to a bush and turn his back to me while he did his business. I squeeze my legs together praying for a miracle before I literally wet myself. Oh God, he will never let me live that down.

Dean comes back a minute later and slides into the back seat, stretching out and grinning. “Ah, so much better.” I shake my head and mutter profanities under my breath.

Another five minutes goes by, and I’m on the verge of wetting myself. I’m bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth to keep from peeing. “Damn it.”

“JJ, will you go and take a piss already? You can’t hold it in all night, and if you piss in my car, I will make you drink up every last drop.” Dean snaps from the back seat and I wince, chewing on my lip.

Even if I do go find a bush to pee in, how am I going to wipe myself? With leaves? “There are wet wipes in the glove compartment,” Dean says as if reading my mind.

“Bloody hell,” I grumble, opening the glove compartment and taking out the stupid wipes. I open the door and before I step out, I look back at him.

We share a look and when I give him a pleading look, he sighs and sits up to pull his trainers on. “Go on.” He gestures for me to go and follows me toward a small bush. I peer around, to make sure it’s safe and wrinkle my nose with distaste. Now, would be a good time to have a penis. God, why couldn’t we be created with the ability to pee standing up? “Sometime tonight will be nice, JJ.” Dean grumbles standing two feet away.

“Turn around and close your eyes. And you better not peep.” I warn, pointing at him and he rolls his eyes again and scoffs as he turns his back to me.

“Believe me, watching you take a piss in a bush like some cave woman is the last thing I would ever want to see.” I bite my bottom lip and do my business as quickly as I could. There is no better feeling than the satisfaction of emptying your bladder after you’ve been bursting to go.

Though, I can’t lie, wiping myself after with those wet wipes felt better than I would like to admit.

I don’t know if it’s because I held my pee in for so long or if it’s because I’m trapped in close proximity with Dean, but my pussy is wetter than usual, and my clit is engorged and throbbing for some attention.

I wipe my hands with a couple of wet wipes and walk over to Dean who is stood looking ahead with his eyes narrowed. Leaning against the hood of his car I allow my eyes to wander down the length of him, stopping at his taut behind.

“Fuck.” I hear Dean utter and jump right out of my improper thoughts.

I straighten, alarmed. “What?”

“I think there’s a little motel at the end of this road.” He expresses looking back at me.

“You’re kidding me?” I utter, gaping at him. “Dean how can you only just remember that now, after two fucking hours?! And making me pee in a bush!”

Dean smirks, “It must have slipped my mind.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I think it’s a twenty-minute walk from here." He announces walking over to the car to get his keys.

I follow suit and grab my belongings out of his car before he locks it. “You better be right about this motel, because if you make me walk twenty minutes in these boots and there’s no motel there your arse is carrying me back.”

“I’m ninety percent certain and I am a hundred percent certain I will not be carrying you back, so you better be prepared to walk back barefoot.”

“What happened to you?” I ask curiously, wrapping my arms around myself while we walk side by side down the unlit road in search of shelter.

“What do you mean?”

I sigh, “I mean, what did your parents do wrong when raising you? You and Ash are twins, but you couldn’t be more different.” I explain and Dean continues to look ahead. “She and Oscar are both polar opposite to you; they’re kind and warm but you, you’ve always been stony and miserable even as a kid.”

Dean draws his bottom lip between his teeth and narrows his eyes thoughtfully before turning to look at me, “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I’m just that with you?”

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