and carefully press your foot on the gas pedal,” I instruct.
She does, and the truck slowly starts to drive forward over the dirt. We’re right on the other side of the compound’s gate, taking advantage of the dirt road for Jetta’s driving lessons. We learned early on not to do it on the compound’s grounds after she nearly ran over Ted. And Ted is a goddamn horse. It’s not like she couldn’t see him standing there.
Needless to say, her driving lessons aren’t going so well.
“Tree,” I murmur, looking ahead.
“I can see the tree, Pumba,” she snipes, her tone surly.
Her foot shifts over the gas, but instead of easing up on it, she presses down harder. “Tree,” I say again, louder this time.
“I fucking see the goddamn tree, Jericho!”
She keeps driving right toward it.
“Jetta…” Cliff warns.
“Get your foot on the brake,” I tell her quickly.
Instead, she fucking guns the gas like she’s Sandra Bullock in Speed.
“Fucking hit the brake!” I yell, because now we’re careening right for the tree, and I can see my truck’s life flash before my eyes. It’s a good truck. It doesn’t deserve to go like this.
When it’s clear to me that Jetta’s frozen, unable to react, I shove my leg over, kicking her foot off the gas, while simultaneously grabbing hold of the steering wheel. Jetta screams and throws her hands up in front of her face, Cliff clings to the Oh-Shit handle, and I manage to jerk the steering wheel to the right and press my foot on the brake, lurching us to a stop. The side of my truck just barely misses the tree. Thank fuck.
All three of us sit there not moving or speaking for a few seconds, until I throw the truck into park and look over at my female and shake my head. “Goddamn, you’re bad at this.”
“I panicked, okay?” she says, throwing up her arms. “I forgot which one was the brake button!”
“Pedal,” I correct. “And I gathered that, since you were racing toward the tree like a NASCAR driver on his final lap.”
She huffs. “Why doesn’t Cliff have to practice?” she asks, shooting him a look as if it’s his fault that she nearly crashed.
“Because,” I answer, “Heath got down the basics after his first driving lesson. You, on the other hand, just keep getting worse. Which is saying something, because the first time you drove, you somehow managed to get my truck stuck within three minutes. There wasn’t even any mud around, and I have four-wheel drive. I’m actually impressed with how bad you are at this,” I say with a grin.
She lets out a sigh. “Can we go now?”
“Nope,” I say, thoroughly enjoying myself.
“I’m tired,” she gripes.
Heath laughs beside me. “Hellion, I’ve seen you fight for three hours straight and you were still amped up and ready to go after that. You are not tired. Besides, you’ve only been driving for ten minutes.”
She glares at him. “You guys fucking suck.”
“No, but you’re going to later,” I tell her with a wink. “Now press on the brake pedal and put the gear into reverse so we can try again.”
Jetta twists her mouth, thinking, and then she turns to me with a mischievous smirk on her face. “You know...it’s quiet out here. No one’s watching us from the guard tower,” she says before spinning around on the seat and then climbing over until she has one thigh hooked over mine and her other thigh hooked over Cliff’s, straddling us both. My dick instantly hardens, and my hand goes to hold her hip. I let my thumb brush beneath the hem of her shirt, sweeping over her soft skin.
She rests a hand on each of our shoulders, smelling so fucking good. She shifts, purposely grinding her knee into my hardening cock, and then leans in. “Road head sounds fun, doesn’t it?” she asks, her voice going husky.
I shift my hips up, showing her what she’s doing to me. Based on the way Heath’s hand grips her thigh, I can tell he’s being affected too.
Naughty thing.
I trail my hand up her side, teasing over the edge of her breast, and then reach the back of her neck so that I can pull her face close to mine. I run my mouth over the sensitive skin below her ear, nibbling it slightly and making her shiver.
I smile against her skin before I lift my mouth and speak right into her ear. “Nice try, Jet,” I rumble. “But you’re not getting out of