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We’re ditched, but unhurt. I hope.
The airbags don’t even go off, making me wonder about this whole bus as I grip Misty by the shoulders in her seat.
“Are you alright?” I ask her, commanding, pleading really; not wanting a hair on her head to be out of place.
“I’m okay,” she groans, returning my grip and letting her arm brush my groin, which feels like fire now.
Now I know how much I need her.
Now I know how much she means to me.
How much I know she wants me too.
I think.
Something snapped under the SUV, I felt it and heard it. Hoping it was a branch, I move to get out and go investigate before I even try and figure out how to get our vehicle back on the road.
“Stay here,” I order Misty, and I mean it. Her fingers claw at my arm, but I need to know how bad our situation really is.
Slamming the door shut, I curse again under my breathe.
Idiot! You could’ve got her killed!
I survey the front, it’s a branch alright, big too. The rear axle is fine with just some scratches up front. I should be able to reverse us out.
A set of fog lights dazzles me before I make my way back up to the front. Another truck, pulled up to see if we need help or just how bad it is.
I feel the presence of another male, the twang of a country accent and scent of tobacco from his cab, my hands ball into fists at the thought of yet another man trying to make eyes at my Misty.
Trying to lay claim to my girl.
I stride up to his open window, and before he can even ask, I give him such a filthy look and a growl as I clutch the side mirror, making it creak, he spins his tires in the mud as he speeds off.
“Mine,” I growl aloud again, into the cold, the rain on my face doing nothing to still the heat building inside me.
“Mine!”Chapter FiveMistyZak is drenched, his shirt and pants clinging to him as he draws himself back into the cab of the SUV, panting like an animal.
The smell of his body against the rain is enough to make me feel a fresh wetness of my own, wanting him to hold me hard again like he did just now.
But he’s got other plans.
“I’m getting in the back, to weigh down this… car,” he says with a note of contempt. “I need you to punch the gas when I say, holding the wheel straight to back us out, just to the edge of the shoulder. Can you do that?” he says firmly.
I nod without hesitation.
Dad didn’t raise no snowflake, and I know how to help get a truck out of a jam.
I feel the weight of the cab shift as Zak gets in the back. He must be two hundred pounds.
“Two fifty,” he says, reading my mind and smiling so I can see the whites of his smile in the light as I press for some traction from the gas.
“More!” he says firmly. “Harder, Misty… give it to me!” he growls, grinding his jaw with a power I suddenly crave between my legs.
I plant my foot, and almost feeling like something inside me comes loose with the vibration through the seat plus Zak’s commanding tone, I hit the brake once I feel the wide wheels gain traction on the firm shoulder of the road.
“That’s my girl!” Zak beams. His hand brushes my hair and cheek from behind, making me swoon so hard I struggle to put the damned car in park as I start to shake and tremble all over.
Once the SUV is back on hard ground, Zak is back at the wheel and skids the tires into action as he speeds us back on track.
Back towards the lake house I know he wants to get me to, to keep me safe.
My mind goes to Dad, and how he’s doing in all this.
I would normally have heard from him by now, and checking my phone, the zero coverage signal reminds me of what the toll booth guy said.
I try in vain to dial the lake house directly, but nothing.
It’s like we’ve been cut off and this storm is a sea between the island of the house and my Dad.
But with Zak as my guide, my rescue party really, I feel nothing but hope that we’ll make it just fine.
“Your Dad’s fine,” Zak reminds me. “He’ll be waiting for us. My job now is to get us both to that lake house,” he says, renewing his command over the grip on the wheel and not taking his eyes off the road for a second.
His determination is set, like his jaw.
Solid like iron. The rest of him the same, for me I hope.
