Page 79 of Tennessee Trouble

“Ummm…on I-40?”

Brandt snickers, adding another finger into the mix, brushing and tapping against me. I widen my stance, trying to give him more room, but I’m limited thanks to the center console.

“No shit.” I hear more snicking through the phone, the boys finding my smart-ass response amusing. At least someone does. “Where on forty?”

“Errr…” I look out the window, trying to see if there’s a mile marker or something for me to reference. There isn’t.

“Lind…”

“I’m looking for a mile marker,” I snap, just as Brandt presses against the seam, hitting me dead center.

He’s upped the ante, using more than just his smaller digits. Now it’s a full-on hand assault. Brushing has turned to rubbing and tapping into strategically applied pressure.

Fuck me.

It feels so fucking good. My pulse skitters, making my breath hitch and stealing all my attention. This isn’t a tease anymore—it’s torture. It’s just enough contact to get me going, to make my insides heat and crave more, but it’s not enough to satisfy. Not even close.

I suck in a hard breath, trying to keep my concentration. But that’s not easy when all the blood is rushing to your groin. To a small area that is screaming the name of the man to your left. The very one who knows exactly what to do to make you lose control.

“We just passed Silver Point,” Mikayla offers as help.

“Oh, we passed that a while ago,” I say, my breathing heavy.

Brandt presses harder into me, hitting my clit dead-on. I bite back a moan. The last thing I want to do is to have to explain that to my sister.

“Are you okay?” she asks. Shit… “You sound…”

“I’m fine,” I tell her, the words rushed as Brandt moves to the button of my jeans. “We’re coming up on Buffalo Valley.”

“Oh, you’re way ahead of us.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Absolutely not,” Brandt mutters. I can tell by his lopsided smile that he knew I wasn’t talking to him. That doesn’t stop him though.

Flicking the button of my jeans open in a move that is beyond impressive considering he’s driving and hasn’t drifted one bit, he moves inside my pants, toying with the hem of my panties. I suck in another breath, the anticipation of him moving lower running through me. A shiver rips down my spine, a tingly feeling forming in my lower belly.

I’m aching for his touch at this point. I’ll do anything.

“Well, I thought we were caravanning,” Mikayla comments, breaking my trance.

Shit, forgot about her for a second.

“We are.”

Running a finger just underneath the lace, Brandt breaches the hem, slipping his hand along my smooth skin. His calloused fingers are rough on my skin, adding even more to my already heightened state. I want him to touch me. So bad I can taste it.

My desire is only fodder for his torture though. He can tell he has me not only all worked up, but distracted from the call with my sister. He’s enjoying it too. The air is thick with his power over me, the ticking time bomb inside me counting down with each passing second until he touches me.

“Not if you’re that far ahead.”

Ugh, Mikayla…

“Well…yipp!” Brandt finds my wetness, dragging his finger through it like frosting in a bowl. I let out a noise I don’t recognize, overwhelmed by the feel of him.

“Did you just…yip?” my sister asks.

Shit, she heard that.