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The gas is pumping into the car, and is my blood pumping into my dick. I want to tuck it between my legs right now. I attempt to do it, but I catch Maddie watching me in the mirror. Now I can’t hide my tail between my legs like a scared ass dog – it’s really what I feel like.

When I get in the driver’s seat, the seat is so far forward that I can’t fit my legs.

“You are too tall.” Maddie is already eating Cheetos. I attempt to put my hand in the bag as I adjust the seat, but she snatches it away. “The Doritos are yours. Also, I get two chocolate bars.”

“The hell you don’t.”

“This is the most fun I’ve ever had with you,” she admits as I throw the car in drive and take off. “And I think it might end up with me nauseous. Please don’t drive so heavy on the breaks.”

“Sorry,” I mutter. “Your breaks are touchy.”

When we reach the freeway, I put the car on cruise control and ask, “May I have some Cheetos, please, passenger princess?”

She gives me one. “One fucking Cheeto.”

“Hey, be grateful.”

I chuckle as I throw the Cheeto in my mouth. She is flirting way too much with me right now, so I let it slide. I like that she’s teasing me. It’s like she’s finally comfortable around me, so I’ll fucking take it. I hold my hand out and she gives me one Cheeto again. I laugh because this is a perfect analogy for our relationship. She only gives me a piece of her at a time. The more I stick out my hand, the more satisfied I’ll be.

“Where did you learn to professionally twist nipples?” I ask.

She bursts into laughter, and hell, I love being the reason for making her laugh. “Well, for one, it can’t be done back to me because I’m a lady. And second, I do have three brothers that thought they could torture me. I had to learn to defend myself.”

I stick my hand in her Cheeto bag as she scoffs. “What other tricks do you have up your sleeves? I need to keep an eye out for your other professions.”

She laughs again as I look over at her. I think I’ll do just about anything to keep making her laugh like that. She’s beautiful, and I can’t stop staring.

“Hey, eyes on the road.”

Shit, she caught me. I lick my lips, feeling my dick in these shorts. I readjust myself. Hell, I don’t know if I can last a month.

The passenger princess throws on some tunes while snacking on everything we bought. She offers me a starburst and I’m flattered. But I only get one.

About an hour in, all the snacks are gone except for my chocolate bar.

“So,” she says, holding my chocolate bar. “I already ate mine, and this is looking really good.”

I pretend to grab it from her, but I’m keeping my eyes on the road, so I opt for her face instead. My hand is bigger than her face as I turn to see what expressions on her face. She licks my palm, and the sensation travels throughout my entire body. I take my hand off her face and shout, “What the hell was that?” I’m smiling as I try to rub off her spit on her jeans. She’s pushing my hand away, so I aim for her shoulder.

“Stop,” she laughs. “Stop it!”

“It’s your saliva,” I snicker as she gets out of her seatbelt and jumps in the backseat of the car. I adjust the rearview mirror. “Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“We’re going to be fine.” She rolls her eyes.

“Get your ass back up here, passenger princess.”

She leans forward and whispers in my ear, “No.”

I hear the wrapper being torn. “Are you eating my chocolate?”

She smiles, hiding whatever’s in her mouth. “Maybe.”

“Come on, bunny,” I sulk in my sadness on purpose. “Please just give me a bite.”

“Did I just find your weakness?” she asks, staring at me in the rearview mirror. And I nod. But I’m not nodding because of the chocolate.

“Get up here. I’m not a taxi.”

She climbs back to her princess seat as I say, “Thank you.” She bites my chocolate bar in front of me. “Hey!” I reach for it, swerving the car as she laughs. I have a good hold on her wrist as I straighten the car. She drops the chocolate by accident, but she has melted chocolate between her fingers, so I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck the chocolate off.

“Grey,” she laughs. “You’re so desperate.”

She’s staring at me as I lick her fingers. She can’t stop giggling. I don’t lick off all the chocolate because if I don’t stop now, I’ll start licking the rest of her. I release her arm, and she takes another bite.

“You’re a chocolate hogger. I’ll remember this.” I point at her, shaking my head.

She leans in and demands, “Open your mouth.” I don’t listen, but she brings the chocolate to my lips anyway.

I take a bite and ask, “What are you doing?”

She shoves more into my mouth and says, “Feeding you because you’re a big baby.”

I laugh because damn. “Do you want the last bite?” I ask with my mouth full.

She leans back in her seat and says, “I thought you’d never ask.”

When she starts licking the same fingers I just got done sucking on, my jaw clenches. If I knew this stupid three-hour drive was going to be the start of a new yearning, I would have jumped on that damn bus. Fuck, I would’ve chased after it.

She plays a few songs that she knows every word to. When she starts dancing in her seat, I wonder if she’d be doing this without me here. Yeah, I determine that she would be. Right now, I’m a fly on the wall. When she runs her hand down my arm, I try not to flex. Don’t be that fucking guy.

After a few songs of her belting her lungs out, I turn it down and ask, “Did you notice that Matt played like shit tonight?”

She is out of breath when I notice how hard she’s sifting through her memories of the game. “Honestly, I didn’t notice.”

My heart sinks at the thought of that. That’s not good news for me, right? That must mean that she was too busy or focused on someone else to notice how shitty he played. I hope that’s not the case – he’s the only reason we’re doing this.

“You played good tonight.”

I look at her through my eyebrows. “I know.”

She shoves my shoulder playfully, and I force the car to jerk with me. She holds herself steady on the dashboard. “Please don’t do that again,” she begs.

I agree. “Yeah, don’t put your hands on me then.”

She rubs my shoulder with two hands, so I start swerving the car. Her body moves with the car as she giggles. “Okay. Okay. I’m going to be sick.”

With the car on cruise control, Maddie is flipping through more songs, stopping at the ones she knows by heart. I can’t help but sneak glances at her while she throws her blonde hair around the car like she’s on a dance floor. She is so carefree and happy in this moment. I feel like her guard is down. This night has turned into one of my favorite nights.

By the time I park outside of my house, Madison is fast asleep on her throne. I glance over, not wanting to disturb her. She looks peaceful with relaxed features and soft breathing. I brush her hair out of her face and wonder what the fuck I’m going to do with her. The graze makes her stir. She turns her head in my direction, slowly opening her eyes. When she notices it’s me, she screams.