Bought (His For A Week)
“I think you know what it’s for: paying me back.”
CHAPTER THREE
“How much longer before we get to the cabin?” she asked after they had been driving a while. The top of the Jeep was back on, making the space of the vehicle feel smaller.
“About thirty-five minutes.”
She frowned and squirmed in her seat. That was too long to have to hold it. “I shouldn’t have had that tea.”
He looked her over, as if he could assess how badly she needed to go. “I can pull over.”
The thought of having to go on the side of the road apparently didn’t appeal to her. “Let’s just see how it goes.”
“You could masturbate.”
“What? I need to pee, not get off.”
“Getting off will distract you from the urge to piss.”
“No thanks. I don’t want to have an accident in this car.”
“Do it. Masturbate.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
When she didn’t move, he took a hand off the steering wheel. “You want me to do it for you?”
“No, no. I’d rather you focus on driving.”
He didn’t say anything, but there was no way in hell he could focus all of his attention on driving with her masturbating next to him.
“I’ll just go on the side of the road. There’s a clearing up ahead that you can pull into.”
“I’ll pull over after you’ve masturbated.”
Her mouth fell open. She ought to stop doing that. She had no idea how sexy she looked when she did that. He wanted to pull over, but not so she could do her business.
“You’re joking, right?” she asked.
“Nope.”
She crossed her arms. “You just being an asshole then?”
“Yep.”
He could tell his answers annoyed her. “It’s not like you haven’t masturbated for me. You did a damn good job on the boat this morning.”
“If you don’t pull over, I’m going to have an accident in the car.”
“Don’t make a threat you can’t follow through on.”
This seemed to annoy her the most. She glared at him with open hostility.
“You can make this a lot easier on yourself if you don’t fight me. I might reward you for being good by being less of an asshole.”
Her hostility flared even more because she knew she was stuck between a rock an