She was mine. I’d already accepted that. But knowing I would be her first, her only, made my feelings of possession roar to life in a way I’d never imagined. I suddenly realized—even though it wouldn’t happen in a million fucking years—that I owed my brothers an apology for giving them shit about the way they acted with their women.
If anyone so much as touched my girl, they would lose a fucking hand.
“No one else will ever touch you, angel,” I reassured her. I had attempted to use a soothing tone, but it came out gritty because my jaw was clenched tight. Pulling over and fucking her in my Mustang would be hot as fuck—and we would definitely be doing it someday—but a quick fuck in the back of a car for her first time would make me a callous son of a bitch, and she’d probably hate me forever. Not to mention that she’d known me for all of ten minutes.
I drew in a deep breath and yelled at my cock to simmer the fuck down.
“Thank you,” Rylee whispered. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come to save me.”
I shuddered at the thought of what her future would have looked like and reminded myself a few times that she was with me and safe.
“No problem,” I said, shooting a crooked smile her way.
She responded as I’d hoped, returning my smile and relaxing into her seat.
I waited until we were in the next town to pull into a gas station. “Wait here, angel,” I told her as I climbed out of the car. While I filled the gas tank, my eyes constantly swept our surroundings, making sure we hadn’t been followed.
After I finished and was back in the driver’s seat, I started the car and shifted my manual transmission into first gear, but before I took my foot off the brake, Rylee’s hand landed on my thigh.
My body tensed, and my dick—which had softened a minute amount—hardened to the point where my zipper was scraping the sensitive skin. I winced, and Rylee immediately snatched her hand back, folding it in her lap as her cheeks burned red. Shit. I didn’t know how to explain that it hadn’t been her touch that made me wince without drawing her attention to the massive bulge in my pants.
Fuck it.
I grabbed her hand and set it over my crotch. “That wasn’t because I didn’t like your touch, angel. More like, it’s the opposite. My cock is trying to burst through my zipper to get to you.”
Rylee’s eyes grew big and round as her blush deepened. “Me?”
I winked and chuckled as I returned her hand to my thigh. “Yeah, Rylee. You.” Her expression shifted, appearing a little dubious before she glanced down, trying to hide it.
Before I could ask her why she didn’t believe me, she changed the subject and mumbled, “You said I could drive from the gas station?” Her voice was so hesitant, it came out like a question.
“Sorry, angel. Should’ve told you. I decided to drive while we’re in town in case we need to lose a tail.” I shifted into gear and headed out of the parking lot before adding, “Figured you’d be less likely to strip my gears on the open road too.”
Rylee huffed, and a quick glance at her face showed her frowning indignantly. “I can handle a stick,” she growled. It was cute as hell.
I gave her a heated look and a smirk. “I have no doubt you can handle my stick, angel.”
Her face turned pink again, and she opened her mouth to reply. Apparently, she’d been struck speechless because she snapped it shut and faced forward.
It took a lot of effort not to laugh, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I didn’t tease her any further. “What do you want to eat?” I asked instead.
She shrugged. “I like everything.”
I didn’t argue with her until she picked a place because I wanted to get on the road quickly. So I pulled into the next twenty-four-hour burger joint I saw and ordered. They brought the food out fast, and we were back on the road in less than fifteen minutes.
Rylee bit into her burger and exhaled with a little moan.
Shit. I shifted in my seat a few times, trying to find a comfortable position, but the steel rod in my jeans didn’t make it easy. When she made the same sound again, I bit back a groan.
Not in the fucking car, Rossi. She deserves better, I reminded myself several times.
I nearly sighed with relief when she polished off her burger, but then she started in on the fries, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat my meal.
“Are you going to eat?” she asked softly after a few minutes.
“Not really hungry...for food. I’ll eat later.”