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Mika

I drive down I-20, humming along with the radio, stealing glances at Gabe as he naps in the passenger seat. We’d hit the road well before sunrise, wanting to make it to El Paso and Annie’s new home before dark. The adoptions for Max and Moe went smoothly, and their new families seem like good ones. Gabe was happy to see them go to loving homes, but I can tell he’s going to miss them. There’s this quiet sadness lingering in his eyes, even though he knows it’s for the right reasons.

My mate is a damn fine man—hell, the best I know. I glance at him again, sprawled out in the seat, his head tipped back and his lips slightly parted. Peaceful. Beautiful. Sexy as hell. Just looking at him stirs something in me, and my cock twitches, already hardening as the heat pools low in my stomach.

I clench the wheel tighter, white-knuckling it as I fight the surge of desire. How far are we from a place to stop? I glance at the GPS, groani ng when I see the marker for Odessa. Hours . We’re hours from El Paso, and there’s no way I can drive this worked up for that long.

Another glance at Gabe. Still asleep, oblivious to my struggle. Damn it. One hand slips off the wheel, sliding down to press against the aching bulge in my jeans. A soft moan escapes before I can stop it, and I freeze, darting a quick look at Gabe. Nothing. He’s still out.

I take a steadying breath, my cock throbbing in time with my pulse. Carefully, I work open the button on my jeans, steering with my knee for a second as I tug the zipper down. Lifting my hips just enough, I push my jeans down far enough to free my dick, sighing as the cool air hits it.

The truck swerves slightly, and I grab the wheel again, heart pounding. Focus, Mika. Eyes on the road. But the urge is too strong to resist, and my free hand trails back down to grip the base of my cock, thumb swiping over the head to spread the pre-cum pooling there.

“Need some help with that?” Gabe’s voice cuts through the quiet, sleepy but unmistakably amused.

I jolt, the truck jerking to the side before I correct it, slamming both hands back on the wheel. “Shit!” My heart races as I glance at him. “You scared the hell out of me, Gabe!”

He just laughs, low and husky, sliding over until his thigh presses against mine. His attention drops to my lap, and his lips curve into a grin that has my cock leaking even more.

“Mmm, you should’ve woken me up,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my thigh. “Kind of cruel not to, don’t you think?”

His fingers slide higher, and I bite back a groan as he cups me, his touch warm and firm.

“Gabe,” I warn, my voice strained, “I’m trying to drive here.”

“ You’re trying,” he agrees, leaning closer to brush his lips against my neck. His tongue flicks out, teasing, and I choke out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Gabe murmurs, as I lift up slightly allowing him to free my dick. His left hand grips my cock and pumps it twice before wrapping his right hand around his own thick length. He starts stroking both of us, his movements perfectly in sync. He rubs a throbbing vein on the upward stroke with his thumb, making me twitch in his hand.

“Goddamn, Gabriel,” I rasp, barely holding it together. My focus is a war between the road ahead and the sinful sight in my peripheral vision—Gabe stroking himself while his hand works me over with the same delicious rhythm.

With a deep growl, I grab a fistful of his silky hair, forcibly guiding his mouth down to my hard cock and make him take it all. He fights not to gag as my tip hits the back of his throat, and then moans in surrender, sucking hard on the way back up.

Each pull with his perfect mouth sends me spiraling closer to the edge. He pops off, licking the slit, then his thumb swirls over my swollen head, and I swear I’m seeing stars even with my eyes open. His free hand cups my sensitive, full balls, as he deepthroats me again.

Gabe groans around my length, and I glance down between gasps to see his hand working his big cock faster, keeping time with his mouth as he slurps up and down my ridged, pulsing length.

“Shit,” I groan, my voice strangled as my orgasm slams into me, tearing through me so violently I think my balls have been turned inside out. I shout, barely keeping the truck steady as the first shot of cum spurts from my cock.

Beside me, Gabe arches up from the seat, a matching groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his release coat his hand and abs. The scent of sex fills the cab, wrapping around me like a tangible thing. My cock twitches again, somehow still ready for more.

Gabe notices. Of course he does. He rolls his eyes, glancing at me with a teasing grin.

“Jesus, Mika,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I feel like the bottom of my feet just blew off with that orgasm, and your Mr. Happy is already trying to perk back up? My ego may never recover.”

“You’re naming my cock Mr. Happy now?” I ask incredulously, my voice rough from everything he’s just pulled me through.

He leans over to rummage in the glove compartment, flashing me a sly look as he retrieves a packet of wet wipes. I’m too blissed out—or maybe just too dumbfounded—to consider what he’s up to until it’s too late.

Gabe pulls out one of the wipes, his grin widening. He places the cold cloth directly on the head of my dick.

“Shit! That’s fucking cold !” I yelp, jerking at the icy shock.

“Whoops,” Gabe says, his voice full of fake innocence as he snickers. “So it is. But look, Mr. Happy decided to take a nap after all.”

I growl at him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit concerned.

I glare at him as he pulls out a second wipe, his expression saying he’s seriously considering going for my balls next.

“Nope. Not happening.” I swat his hand away with a snarl, cupping myself protectively.

Gabe bats his lashes at me like the world’s most infuriating angel. “What’s the problem? I’m just trying to help, babe.”

“I don’t think so, smart ass,” I grumble, shifting away from him in case he tries anything else. My poor, deflated cock and thoroughly traumatized balls need time to recover.

Sti ll smirking, Gabe rolls his eyes and pulls out a couple of wipes for himself. Unlike me, he has the sense to rub them between his hands to warm them up first.

“See?” he says, wiping away the remains of his release. “Nothing to it.”

I narrow my eyes, watching as he tucks his now-softened prick back into his pants and refastens them. The picture of innocence.

“What?” he asks, blinking up at me like he has no idea why I’m pissed.

I just shake my head, muttering under my breath about payback. Because, oh yeah, he’s going to pay for this.