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Chapter Four
“Do you think we could stop at the drug store, Dean?” We were driving along roads the sun had barely begun to kiss. We had planned to depart around eight in the morning, but I’d awaken Dean up from the single bed in the basement. I wasn’t sure when he’d crawled his way from his artistic creation where I’d left him to the bed, but I wanted to go—needed out of that house, away from Stone and all my toe-curling, screaming, bad decisions.
It didn’t shock me that Stone had already been up and in his office, and I was thankful the door had been closed as I tiptoed by it. His deep rumble, coming through the wood, let me know he was already up handling business in some other part of the world. I wondered if he’d slept last night or if what we had done plagued him, too. Thankfully, Dean and I had gotten out of the house without running into Stone.
What would I have said to him? How could I look him in the eye after I’d experienced the miracle of an orgasm provided by his tongue? I swallowed to stifle the moan that started up my throat.
Dean yawned. “I don’t think there’s a twenty-four-hour one near the lake. Maybe when we get closer to the resort.”
I stared out the side window, worrying my teeth down to nothing. I didn’t want to wait. I needed to correct my hasty actions before there were consequences to them. Why? Why had I responded to his shocking dare like a bitch hungry for a bone? Boy, did Stone give me one. Seeing it up close and personal, I’d sware it was well over nine and a half, more than likely ten inches, I’m sure. Even with my fists and mouth, there was still space between them. My mouth salivated with the memory of him gliding inside. I’d never sucked off anyone before, but I could quickly become addicted to wrapping my lips around the plum crown of Stone’s cock.
What’s wrong with you? Stop thinking about him.
“Huh?”
“What?” I turned to Dean, realizing he’d been saying something.
“I asked what you forgot. I might have it in my bag—lotion…soap…toothpast—” Another yawn.
I felt bad interrupting his rest. “Should I drive? That way, you can get some more sleep. Sorry.”
He shook his head. “No. I’m good. Before the interstate, there’s a fast food place, and I’ll grab a cup of strong caffeine and hook it up intravenously and be good as gold.”
“Tampons.”
Dean arched a brow as he stared from the road to me. “What?”
“I forgot tampons, and I doubt you have those.”
He chuckled. “Used them in college that time for my bloody nose. Remember?”
I recalled Dean’s twenty-first birthday when he’d been drunk and walked into a doorjamb when stumbling from my dorm room. I’d shoved a tampon in his nose to staunch the bleeding and snipped the string. I laughed a little. “I do.”
Like a man, he glanced down at my lap and then at my face. “You going to be alright until then?”
I yanked my toboggan further down over my natural curls as I shook my head. “I’m good. No worries about me staining your leather seats.”
“Whatever.”
I’d been using the feminine item as an excuse, but I realized it might be the answer to my internal struggle. I told myself that was it. I’d given into my pent-up desires for Stone because I was due to come on in a few days. Nature's horny hormones were to blame for my madness. It wasn’t that it was far-fetched that I lusted after Stone. My lust for him had been a part of me as every breath I’ve taken since fourteen. However, I’d become a master at suppressing it—until last night. So, hormones had to be it.
A few minutes later, the golden lights of the fast food place guided us like a beacon to its drive-thru. Dean ordered a large black coffee, and I got something with caramel and latte in its name, but a small. Breakfast sandwiches and fried potatoes patties accompanied the drinks. Soon, we were back on the interest and headed toward snowy hills and our friends.
Dean heroically took a guzzle from the steaming coffee. He continued to stir the vehicle with one hand and keep the hot drink clutched in his other. He glanced at me again. “I know I’m exhausted because I worked too long last night, and on something, I should let…” Dean drank more brew mumbling his words.
“We all have our obsessions.” We were driving away from mine.
“True. Now that I have the brown genie inside me and I’m awake, I realize you're looking worse for wear.” He took in more of the said genie from the Styrofoam. “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?”
“What. What. What?” The word kept stumbling out of my mouth.
Dean mimicked me. “Why do you look like what the cat drug in?” He frowned. “With a busted lip.”
I sucked in my bottom lip between my teeth and tasted the raw, healing flesh against my tongue. I glanced out my side window, too ashamed to meet my friend’s gaze after what I’d allowed his brother to do to me. And what I did willingly. “I’m just anxious about the trip. Besides being in a strange house, I never sleep well. And you’re no company when you work. Need I remind you of how you stood me up at the pool?”
“Sorry.” Was his only response about his artistic fixation. “And the lip?”
I dug into the bag and removed one of the hashbrowns to prove the injury was insignificant. I spoke around the food in my mouth, hoping he’d believe I was fine and drop it. “It’s a bite. It’s fine.”
