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Chapter FourZakI’d forgotten how much the weather can change, but did it ever used to get this bad?
Not sure, but one thing is clear. The feeling I had on the plane? It definitely intensified once I laid eyes on Misty.
It’s like some fundamental missing part of me has finally made its way back to me, and I know she feels it too.
But, what the hell am I thinking?
She’s my best friend’s only daughter. Mark would kill me if he-
Well. Maybe he doesn’t have to find out, not yet.
Plus, there’s no guarantee she’s even available. I mean, look at her… any man in his right mind would-
“Boyfriend?” I hear myself asking a little gruffly, enraged at the idea of anyone else touching her, even being anywhere near her.
Misty shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “No!” she says quickly, emphatically.
“You?” she adds, looking up at me. I know what she means though.
“No, nobody,” I tell her promptly, and we both breathe a little easier in the knowledge each is available.
Not that it would have made much difference, but it means one less arm I have to break if it means getting what I know I want so badly now.
I’ve never felt so instantly protective, so responsible for anyone, and I’d hate to be the guy who wanted to stand between me and what I know I want. Need really.
The sleet shifts to rain and I ease off the throttle some, feeling the SUV start to drift on the icy wet corners.
“Weather like this every year?” I ask, trying to make some small talk to detract from the now permanent hardness I’ve got throbbing in my pants.
“No, this is the worst it’s ever been this time of year,” Misty tells me, and I can feel her eyes on me, moving from my face to my lap and then back again a dozen times in as many seconds.
I try to cover myself with one arm as I steer, but the road is so slippery I have to use both hands.
If she can see what she’s doing to me, all the better. It might tell her a whole lot without me having to spell it out for her.
I can also see why her Dad didn’t want her out driving in this. “If this gets much worse, I’m pulling over,” I warn her in advance.
We’re not all the way into the hills by a long shot, and I’m still passing the odd neon-lit travel lodge and hotel on the side of the road.
I glance in the rearview, and watch Misty gnaw her lip as she steals another glance at me and my thick length, which is aching now.
Aching for her, no matter what I tell myself.
Best friend or not, I didn’t get to where I am by not claiming what’s rightfully mine. What should belong to me and nobody else.
And Misty is on that list now, like it or not, Mark.
I just need her to tell me so, to tell me she’ll be mine.
After all this time though? Maybe I am just imagining it. But dammit, if I get the chance to have her tell me what she wants, I’ll take it.
And then I’ll take her, as my own.
After a while, we reach the turnpike and I take the exit towards the lakes and the hills.
It’s a toll road, and I wave away Misty’s offer of the bill required as I wind the window down. It’s manned by an actual person, something I haven’t seen in a while and he cautions us against even driving too much further.
“Coming in hard tonight, sir.” The stout, red-faced man offers through his little window, stamping his feet from the cold.
“Powers down in some parts already, phones too. You’d better get your kid home safe or someplace else if you can help it,” he offers.
I hear Misty sit up, muttering something loudly about not being a kid anymore.
I slide my hand over her leg, squeeze it, and growl through my own window. “She’s mine asshole. And she’s no kid.”
His face turns white and he slams his little window shut, picking up a black phone receiver without giving me change.
I feel my grip on Misty loosen, but her hand over mine keeps it there a moment longer.
Driving on, we both glance at each other and bursts out laughing. Misty grips my arm with both of hers for a second, making me groan with pleasure.
“You mean it?” she asks, and I feel her eyes on me again as she tries to sit next to me without clawing at me.
“I’m yours?” she asks again, the clear, sweet look in her eyes makes me shift my eyes from the road just long enough to miss the corner.
I hear the skidding of the SUV’s tires and Misty gasp, her hands clutching me tighter.
I swear as I feel the vehicle leave the bitumen.
