Page 34 of Reckless

“You think?” I growled. This man.

“Stella, I don’t think your Daddy knows what he’s doing.”

He glared at me and flexed his knuckles around the wheel. “Don’t call me that.”

“What? Daddy?”

His jaw flexed and I grinned. I could have left it alone, but poking at him was too much fun.

“Is Daddy angry at me?” I pushed, dripping my words in a sultry tone.

“Fuck.”

“Is Daddy getting hard?”

He glared at me again, and when I looked down at his jeans, there was the tell-tale sign that he was turned the fuck on. “Whoops. Sorry, Daddy.”

There was a slight twitch in his jaw. “When I get you to trust me again, and I will, I’m going to spank your ass raw while I make you come.”

His threat sounded like a good time, but I didn’t want to admit that to him. I was still mad. Instead, I was happy to let him sit there and suffer.

“You just worry about getting us to our destination, while I pick the playlist.”

Hours passed. We stopped a few times to fill up for gas and then the sun rose behind us. It would take a few days to cross the country, so I’d cleared my schedule with Aunt Dee Dee, who told me to have fun on my vacation. She sounded relieved I was taking some time for myself. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth of what I was doing and where I was going. She’d have an aneurism.

“Don’t forget to take your meds and send me pictures,” she said.

“Okay, love you,” I said before hanging up.

We spent most of the day in tense silence. Me filling it with obscure songs from all eras while we took turns driving. He seemed to perk up though when I got to the seventies and played a few Fleetwood Mac songs.

“I don’t think I can be in this car for much longer,” I said, needing to lay down.

“There’s a motel up ahead. Should I pull off?”

“Yeah, I need a bed. Sleeping at this weird angle isn’t doing it for me.”

The motel manager informed us that they only had one room available, because of course they fucking did. But it did come with two queen beds, so there was that. The room we got smelled faintly of cigarettes and was decorated in an array of bright orange colors with a shag green carpet. And while the style was not to my taste, it was bed bug free. I checked while Callahan took a long as fuck shower. If he used up all the hot water before me, I was going to be pissed. But right now, I admittedly felt too tired to take a shower.

We were on track to arrive at the compound the day after tomorrow, and a nervous fluttering skated around my limbs. I was that much closer to possibly finding Andi, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high, despite Callahan’s intel assuring me she was there. I’d believe it when I saw her for myself.

When Callahan stepped out from the shower wearing only a towel that showed off his toned abs and those two prominent cuts on his hip bones, I felt my mouth drop open. Fuck. I watched as water slid down his pecs and over his muscles. A cloud of steam followed him into the room as he walked past me, smelling that same woodsy scent that had driven me to insanity back when I was still thinking we could be something.

“You’re staring,” he said, not turning to look at me.

“Am not,” I argued, averting my eyes, even though I most definitely had been staring. Was it my fault that my body remembered just how good he felt inside me? Listen, libido, that man is a liar. You’re not going to let him back into your pants again, okay?

But libido was not getting the message because I slid my eyes back over to where he was just as he dropped his towel. Well, fuck. His cock was rock hard, and he had a sly smile on his face like he knew how badly I wanted him.

“Is this you not staring?” He asked, wrapping his large hand around his considerable length. Heat pooled in my core as I watched him stroke himself.

“I’m not staring, I’m observing,” I quipped, feeling my face flush and ribs tighten as I watched him.

He continued pumping his cock right in front of me. I should have thrown a pillow at him and told him to get over himself. I should have told him that his hand was the only action he was going to get tonight. But I didn’t. Instead, I sat up.

“Two can play this game, mister,” I said. Yanking my top off, then my bottoms. I was completely naked and my entire body felt flush with need. He thought he could tease me? Well, I would tease him right back.

His green eyes widened and then he licked his lips as he watched me spread my legs and tease my wet clit with my fingers. I made small, delicious circles around my sensitive bud, dipping the tip of my finger into my tight entrance. He pumped his cock harder, his neck muscles straining as he watched me.