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Thanks to that damn spider and the pussy of a teacher, I was haunted by that story. Every time I went to get behind the wheel, people either ran away or they jumped into the driver’s seat before I could.
“It was the spider’s fault,” I growled, glaring at him.
Turning away from him, I got into the passenger side of the car, swearing blind I wouldn’t talk to him the whole way there and back.
I held that resolve for all of thirty seconds– exactly how long he took to press the ignition button and start the car. I might have been able to hold on a bit longer, but then he revved the engine a couple of times and I couldn’t keep my squeal of happiness inside anymore.
This was sex on wheels– literally. No one could hold on to their anger in one of these, not even the Hulk. He’d shrink back down to Bruce Banner in two seconds and then shrink into a tiny little mewling kitten.
Then, Noah went and did the sexiest thing a man could do while he was in a car– he put his hand on the back of my headrest and looked back over his arm as he reversed us onto the grass.
Then he did something that made the headrest move go down to number two on the sex list– he put it into drive and held the wheel in his left hand as his right hand moved over onto my thigh.
“Let’s go, baby,” he shot a grin in my direction as he squeezed my thigh.3 LunaNot once did he move his hand back. It remained there the whole freaking way.
Every second of the hour that it took us.
I might have gone out of my mind with that contact between us if he hadn’t spent the whole time talking about the car. The engine size, horsepower, RPM’s, fuel consumption, the upgrades to it, the speed, pointing out features inside it, the onboard computer thingy.
After twenty-seven minutes– yes, I’d counted them– I’d changed my previous thoughts on the vehicle and was now of the mind that it was a fucking car!
Granted, a sexy Shelby beauty made by the Mustang geniuses, but if it had wheels like a car, an engine like a car, a body like a car and moved like a car– it was a damn car. Again, a sexy car, so sexy in fact I felt like I was betraying it labeling it as just a car, but I didn’t need to know about its internal organs and vital statistics! I didn’t even want to know that about people that I cared about.
I was smart enough not to voice any of this to Noah though. Instead, I bit my lip the entire way and made noises every so often so he didn’t think I was ignoring him. Me no stupid!
If he’d just move his hand slightly up or in the way… no, Luna! You want him to move it off, not up or in…
Just as I was wondering about my sanity given how I was talking to his hand and telling myself off– all in my head– I started to think that perhaps I should see a doctor. Just in case my dad had knocked something loose inside it.
At that moment, we thankfully pulled up to the warehouse.
Turning off the engine, Noah did a double take when he saw my face. Obviously, whatever had potentially been knocked out of place was huge because he looked worried at what he saw.
“Are you okay?”
I could feel my lower lip trembling and tried to look out of the window before he saw it. He was too quick though, and his hand shot out, caught hold of my jaw and turned me gently to look at him again.
Then the most patient guy in the world waited. And waited. And waited some more, not saying anything as he let me process it all.
It felt like it went on for five hours, but was probably only minutes in reality, until I gave in and broke.
“I think that bastard knocked something loose,” I tapped my knuckles on the side of my head to show him where I was talking about.
“Are you sick? What’s wrong?” he quickly unlocked his phone and started searching for the quickest route to the nearest hospital before I could stop him.
“No. I don’t know,” I wailed.
“Are you in pain?” he was still staring at the screen on his phone, waiting for it to come up with something. “Fuck, there’s no signal. Tell me where it hurts,” he spun toward me and turned my head from side to side, looking for a bruise or something on my face.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I snapped, trying to pull away from him before I exploded all over the interior of his beautiful car. Again, it was only seconds he’d been doing it for but come on – the guy’s hands were driving me crazy. “It’s inside. I can’t think like a normal person!”
