If anyone saw him, they’d probably think he’s singing along to the radio, right? I can work with that. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know.” The ‘duh’ is implied.

“Well, neither do I since I can’t see and all,” I hiss. Then, just to torture him a little, I run my nose along the length of the bulge I can see filling his slacks.

“Oh, fuck, Zoey.” It’s half-warning to stop, half-plea to not. I do it again, adding in a caress against my cheek.

“Tell me what you see.”

Blake moves the car left and right, probably to make it seem as though he’s avoiding something in the road, but really just giving himself longer to look at the Horne house in the rearview mirror. “She’s coming out too. Yvette. Red dog. Guy . . . leash . . . dog. Shit.”

I’ve unbuckled his belt, too excited by the throbbing I can feel behind his zipper and wanting to feel it without that barrier. “Can I?”

“Fuck yeah. Yeah, Zo. Anything you want.”

I hear the creak of his grip on the leather steering wheel, can feel the tension through his body as he forces himself to stay still, and love the feeling of power over him this gives me.

Slowly, I unbutton and unzip his slacks to let them fall open and pull the waistband of his black boxer briefs out and down to free his erection. He’s pretty, not that I’d tell him that.

But as pretty as a dick can be, Blake’s is—long and thick, with one vein running the length up to the mushroom head that’s weeping for me. I stick my tongue out and sample the clear fluid and he moans above me. The encouragement excites me, and I shift in my seat to get a better angle, cursing my seatbelt but not willing to take it off.

He wouldn’t let you anyway. Safety first.

Though I’ve never heard Blake utter those exact words, I can hear him saying them clear as day. They’re so like him—a risk taker, but only after calculating all the odds. I have no doubt that if we were on a freeway, not an empty back country road, he would never allow this.

But for now, he’s mine.

My own fears of the dangers of driving try to creep up my throat, but I swallow them down, along with Blake’s cock, trusting him to keep us safe on the deserted road. He’s salty and earthy along my tongue, teasing past my lips into my mouth. He lets out a deep groan that vibrates all the way down to his hips as he flexes to give me more.

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses, and then he reaches over me and I hear him put the car in park. “We’re safe, no one’s around. Please—”