better than I understand myself. “He has to make the choice. You know that, don't you?”
“Oh, trust me, I know,” Hael says, sighing and licking the salty breeze from his lips. “You have no idea what I wanted to do to him when he threw me out of the bedroom that day. No clue. But guess what? I had to choose fucking you that night, or I had to choose Havoc.” He looks me up and down again and shivers. I'm pleased to see goose bumps rise up on his muscular arms. “That's what makes us a family: we always choose Havoc. Victor will see it. Maybe he already does? He just wants to milk this honeymoon crap until it's old news.” Hael laughs, and the sound is at least a little less bitter than his smile. “So, instead of fucking on this Ferrari like I so badly want to do, we're just going to drive it, make love to the road, let the exhaust come for us.”
“I feel like the exhaust having an orgasm is a pretty far stretch for a metaphor,” I say, but Hael just laughs at me again and climbs out of the car. I'm pleased to see that his cock is hard, creating this tantalizing bulge in his tight jeans that just begs to be cupped by my tattooed fingers.
Instead, I stand up and chuck the robe onto the passenger seat, so that I'm wearing my bikini and nothing else. Barefoot. Sun-drenched. Ready to drive a four-hundred-thousand-dollar car.
“Let's do this.” I step into the driver's seat and slide down until my ass is pressed to the sun-warmed leather. Hael pauses for a moment to take off his sunglasses, slipping them onto my face before he moves around to the passenger side and climbs in. “Please tell me this is an automatic; I only want to drive an automatic,” I murmur, looking down at the dash.
“Uh, this is, but the Eldorado … hell no,” Hael snorts, giving me a look like I've just slapped him with a dead fish. “Are you serious? Do you think a ‘57 Eldorado is an automatic? No, honey, no. Give me your fucking hand and feel this wheel up like it's my rigid cock pulsing in your palm.”
Hael grabs my wrist and curls my fingers around the steering wheel, weaving his own with mine. Did I say it was cold out? Maybe I lied because it feels sweltering hot right about now.
We turn to look at each other, and Hael sucks in a sharp breath.
“Motherfucker,” he murmurs, squeezing my hand with his own. His eyes rake my body, mentally undressing me. “You, that bikini, this car …” I’m mesmerized by the slow slide of his tongue across his lower lip. “You know what? Fuck Vic. I’m screwing you right here, right now.”
My heart leaps into my throat, but I draw my hand back like Hael’s touch burns, cradling it against my chest as he reaches a hand over his shoulder and jerks his shirt over his head, chucking it onto the floor.
The sight of his muscular upper body gleaming in the sunshine nearly breaks me.
“What if … what if we didn’t actually touch each other?” I query, knowing it doesn’t make things that much better. We’re still standing on thin ice here. If Vic finds out about this before he makes the decision to share on his own, it could ruin everything. I’m just not sure that I have it in me to resist completely.
“Meaning what?” Hael asks, quirking a brow as he looks me over again. In response to his question, I slide my palm down my belly and underneath my pink booty-shorts. My breath catches as my fingers find the slippery wetness between my legs, and I writhe against the seat, biting my lower lip and wishing it were Hael touching me instead. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, swiping a hand over the lower half of his face. His eyes find my sweaty thighs as I rub them together, teasing myself with my fingers.
“Compromise,” I murmur back, desperately wanting to see him clutch his dick in his hand. “We aren’t technically cheating if we don’t touch.”
“You’re such a bad girl, Blackbird,” Hael growls back at me, nodding his chin in my direction. “Tits out or it’s no deal. I’ll just throw you over the hood and say to hell with it.” I turn away from him, so he can reach out and trail his fingers down my upper back,