by Mandie Mills
“You want to sleep here?”
“Why not? It’s as good a place as any.”
“What if someone comes by?”
“We’re in a field off a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. There’s nothing out here. Who’s going to come by, the boogeyman?” he asked as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and slipped them into his coat pocket.
She scowled and looked over her shoulder into the backseat.
“I can’t sleep back there. If I don’t stretch out my legs then I’ll never be able to drive tomorrow. My legs will be way too stiff. I can’t sleep all curled up like that. I have to stretch out.”
“Then sleep in your seat. Just recline it and get comfy,” he said as he did exactly what he’d told her to do.
“It’s cold. And I’m hungry.”
“You got any food?”
“In the trunk. There some water and jerky in the emergency kit.”
“Awesome.” He put his seat back up and looked down at his feet. “Where’s the trunk release?”
She reached over and pulled the lever that was just under the steering wheel and a little toward the door. She had to put her hand on his thigh to hold herself up, and as she was sitting back her hand gently brushed over his groin. In that brief second she felt him, hard and hot against her skin through the material of his jeans, and she felt her face flush as she sat back in her seat.
He gave her a secret smile and climbed out of the car.
Elena just sat there, her cheeks flaming as she remembered what happened the last time they’d pulled over on the side of the road.
She still didn’t know how she felt about what she’d done, but the moment his fingers had pushed into her, stroking and teasing her so expertly, she’d gone from wanting to resist him to needing him to fuck her.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and jumped as his door opened and he slid back into the car. She noticed right away that he was holding not only the bottles of water and bag of jerky, but also her industrial flashlight, emergency blanket, and some rope.
“I get the light and the blanket, but what’s with the rope?”
“It’s for you,” he said distractedly as he started to uncoil it. It wasn’t a particularly long or thick length of rope, more of a really tough string that could be used in an emergency. What kind of emergency she’d never been able to figure out, but at that moment she was positive this situation didn’t warrant using a rope.
“And what do you plan to do with this rope? This isn’t exactly the best time for bondage fun.”
He gave her a look that was half patronizing and half surprised. Then that look melted away and was replaced with one that clearly showed his appreciation at the mental picture she’d given him.
His eyes raked up and down her body and he grinned as she blushed and tore her eyes away from his gaze.
“As fun as that sounds, you’re right. Although I am going to tie you up.”
She looked at him sharply. “You’re not serious. You can’t be.”
“We’re just going to tie this around your waist and then tie you to me. Make sure you don’t escape,” he said as he handed her one end of the rope.
“Tom.” She shook her head and looked at him. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. You have the car keys and my phone. What am I going to do? Hitch a ride from the boogeyman?”
“It’s just in case you run.” He waved the rope in front of her.
“I’m not going to run away.” She shoved the rope back at him. “It would be suicide to run, and I kinda have this aversion to dying.”
“How about just to your wrist?” he negotiated as he tried to hand her the rope again.
“How about you forget about trying to tie me to anything,” she shot back as she pushed his hand away from her.
“You’re not making this easy.” He shoved the rope back in her face.
“And you’re not tying me up,” she said stubbornly as she slapped his hand away.
In retrospect that wasn’t the smartest thing to do, and she saw a flare of anger in his eyes that sent a slice of fear through her body. She had no idea what he was going to do, but as he looked up at her the anger faded and he just looked resigned.
“Fine.” He tossed the rope in the backseat and looked at her. “Happy?” he asked with an exasperated sigh.
“Thank you.”
“Here.” He handed her one of the water bottles and then opened the bag of jerky. It really wasn’t enough for two but it was food so she wasn’t about to complain.
She grabbed the chunk he held out to her and shoved a huge piece into her mouth. The slightly sweet meat was tough and chewy, and in that moment it was absolutely heavenly.
They ate in silence, each inhaling their food before they drained their water bottles. When he tossed his bottle into her back seat she resisted the urge to tell him her car wasn’t a garbage can, and then did the same.
“Was that it?”
“Sorry I didn’t pack us a picnic lunch.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Whatever. We might as well get comfortable. It’s going to be a long night.”
She reclined her seat until it was as far back as it would go as he flicked on the flashlight and turned off the overhead light before reclining his seat and leaning back. The flashlight was bright enough it illuminated the interior of the car, and she found that momentarily comforting. He threw open the blanket and half of it landed on her legs.
She squirmed in her seat and tried to get comfortable as she pulled the blanket up over herself. Because of the center console and the fact that their legs were essentially in little recesses there was no way to get the blanket any lower than just below her knees. She was regretting her choice to wear ballet flats. She hated to have cold feet, and they were ice cold at the moment. She shifted and adjusted, and when she was semi-comfortable she noticed that a strip of her thigh was exposed so she pulled on the blanket to give herself more.
He tugged back and she was suddenly without any blanket at all. She yanked again and suddenly she was the one who had all of the blanket. This time she kept a tight grip on the top of the blanket and held it against her body so that when he pulled back his hands slipped and he hit his elbow against the side of the car.
The strangely hollow sound from the impact echoed in the car, and so did his yelp of pain. She tried not to laugh when she looked over and saw that he wasn’t hurt, he was just glaring at her angrily.
“I didn’t have enough,” she said innocently.
“And that made you regress back to the first grade?” he asked as he rubbed his elbow
“I’m not the one who’s not sharing.”
He reached out and pulled some of the blanket out of her hand. He pulled until she stopped him by tightening her grip.
“I don’t have enough,” he pointed out, and when she looked over she saw that he was telling the truth. Most of his leg and half his torso was still showing. She gave him a little more so they were relatively matched.
“You know, a gentleman would just let me use the whole blanket,” she pointed out as she tried to get comfortable in the reclined seat.
“I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman.” His voice was tired and quiet, but not without a hint of humor.
“Now I can’t imagine why they say that chivalry is dead,” she muttered, squirming to get comfortable. It was proving to be an impossible feat. Apparently car seats weren’t meant to be slept in no matter how plush they were or how far back they reclined.
“Is that what they say?” He smirked and turned off the flashlight so the car was plunged into near blackness.
They sky was a little overcast so there wasn’t much light coming in from the half covered moon and stars. Since they were in the middle of nowhere there was absolutely no light pollution, and everything was pitch dark.
“That’s what they say.” she muttered as she looked out the window and up at the sky. “I swear I’ve seen this horror movie before, and it’s always the g
uy who dies first.”
“Only when he’s trying to save the girl.” He chuckled.
“So with chivalry being dead and all you’ve got nothing to worry about?” she asked sarcastically.
“Pretty much.” She could almost hear him nodding. “But you do.”
“Duly noted,” she said with a sigh. “If some psycho with a hook for a hand comes up to the car then you’re on your own.”
“Duly noted.”
Now that she’d mentioned psycho killers with hooks for hands it was all she could think of. She glanced out the window, half expecting to see someone there.
“Tell me something,” she said suddenly.
“What?”
“Tell me something,” she repeated. “Now all I can think about is psycho killers.”
“Kind of like how when someone says not to think about zebras, and all you can think of is zebras?”
“Exactly. Only now I’m thinking about killer hook men and zebras.”
He chuckled and turned to look at her.
“What do you want to hear about?”
“Anything that’s PG. Preferably involving something cute and happy.”
“Cute and happy really aren’t my things,” he said with a wry smile. “Neither is PG.”
“PG-13 is okay too. As long as it’s not violent.”
“Yeah, PG-13 isn’t really my thing either. And nothing I’m thinking about is violent.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“You seemed to enjoy it earlier.”
“Fuck off.”
“Really? Now you’re indignant? You weren’t nearly as hostile while you were begging me to fuck you.”
“I don’t know what that was.”
“That was us fucking. And you wanting it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“No?”
“No. It’s done and over and I’d like to forget it every happened.”
“Something tells me you won’t be forgetting that for a long time.”
“Maybe not, but I’m done talking about it.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“You’re voice is off.”
“How do you know that? You barely know me.”
“True, but it is.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Are you lying?”
“Yes.”
“You’re thinking about earlier. When I fucked your brains out on the side of the road?”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re thinking about how much you loved feeling my cock deep inside you. How you came three times, screaming and begging me as you did. You’re thinking about how much you wanted it and how incredible it was.”
She turned her face away from him and tried to shut down her thoughts. He was right. She was reliving their little tryst on the side of the road and mind was racing. She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her, but at that moment she was horny and there was a strong tingle between her legs.
If she’d been alone she would have just let her fantasies run wild and had a marathon solo session, but she was in the car with Tom and she couldn’t control herself.
“Elena?”
Her skin was sensitive, her nipples pebbled against her bra and the tingling between her legs intensified. She’d never had such an overwhelming urge to come before, and she couldn’t seem to calm herself down.
“It’s nothing.”
She knew her voice was different, and she couldn’t help letting out a low moan as she squeezed her legs together.
She heard him shift beside her and chanced a glance at him. He was lying on his side with his head propped up on his arm as he stared at her, grinning wickedly.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with their mind in the gutter.”
“Fuck off.”
“You going to be okay?” he teased.
“I’m so happy you’re enjoying me and my craziness.” She bit her lip and glared at him, even as she felt a pulse of pleasure deep in her womb.
“Your craziness?”
“You kidnapped me at gunpoint and I gave you a hand job on the side of the highway. Then I fuck you on the side of the road, and I enjoy it. Now I can’t keep my mind in a clean place and I’m so horny I can barely stand it. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“It’s a crazy situation. You’re reacting to the stress of it.”
“It’s messed up.”
“Look, Elena.” He shifted and touched her shoulder. “I get it. For half the ride I had one hell of a hard on, and without your help before I would have exploded before we ever pulled over. There are two ways to fix this.”
“What?”
“I can get out of the car and let you take care of yourself. Or you can let me take care of you.”
She just stared at him.
“I’m not talking about sex this time. Just let me return the favor and I’ll make you feel better so you’ll be able to relax.”
She was crazy. There was no other explanation for it. She was utterly and totally insane because she should have told him to fuck off, maybe go to hell, and then jump out of the car and make a run for it. Instead she nodded slowly and let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding.
“Push down your pants,” he said in a husky voice as he let his hand drop from her shoulder.
After a slight hesitation she did as he said and looked at him.
He gave her a heated grin and shifted so he could reach over.
She held her breath as he slipped his hand under the blanket and gasped when he pressed it against her stomach and slid it down toward her mound.
“Oh,” she moaned as he rubbed his fingers over her slit.
He was moving so slowly and teasingly. At the moment he wasn’t doing anything to ease the ache. He was making it worse, and she needed more.
“More,” she whispered, then sighed as he pressed his fingers against her clit.
“Yeah. That’s it.” His voice was a little raspy and deep, and the timbre of it sent another jolt of pleasure up her spine. “Enjoy it. Feel it.”
“Oh god,” she sighed as he circled her clit. His touch was soft and feather-light, and it was incredible.
Her body tightened as pleasure started to spiral out from deep inside her. She just gripped the door of the car and gave herself over to it.
“Oh yes...oh god yes,” she cried out softly as her pleasure rose. She was getting close. She was so turned on it wouldn’t take much for her to come, and he seemed to know just what to do for her.
Her legs were shaking, her body was nearly heaving, and she almost screamed when he pushed two fingers deep inside her channel and began fucking her with his fingers again.
“Oh fuck...oh fuck yes!”
She was right there. She was so close to her orgasm, but she couldn’t quite reach it. The pleasure was nearly painful it felt so good, and she couldn’t get it to crest.
She let go of the door and slipped her hand up her body, pinching her nipple right through her clothes as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit as he did. That little bit of extra stimulation was exactly what she needed.
“Yes, oh god fuck yes!”
She came in an explosion. Her entire body contracted and released and he kept his fingers deep inside her as she squeezed her legs closed around them. Her screams rang out in the car, and when the pleasure finally passed she lay back in a daze.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, leaving a damp trail over her skin as he did.
When she was finally able to think straight she blinked her eyes open and looked at him. He was staring at her with lust and passion in his eyes, and for some sick reason, that made her smile.
She shouldn’t have done that, but with her body still tingling deliciously she felt better.
“Good now?” he asked in a low voice as he stared at her.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He
gave her another dark smile and shifted so he could lie back on the seat. He pulled the blanket up so they were sharing it again.
“Goodnight, Elena.”
“Goodnight, Tom.”
She heard his breathing grow steady as she pulled up her pants. It seemed he was one of those assholes who could fall asleep in an instant. Lucky bastard.
Chapter Four
As Elena lay back in her seat she tried not to think about what she’d just done, or anything at all really, but she was fighting a losing battle.
She had no idea what the fuck was wrong with her.
She’d been hijacked at gunpoint by a man who wanted her to drive him to the middle of nowhere but wouldn’t tell her why. She’d pleasured him by choice, given in and turned an assault into the best sex of her life, and she’d just let him finger her into oblivion.
Nothing was making sense to her. She didn’t know up from down or black from white. She was confused and fucked up and had no idea what kind of man Tom was, or what the hell he was pulling.
One minute he’s threatening her with a gun and giving her one word answers. He’s angry and hostile and has her convinced the authorities would be finding her hacked up body in pieces on the side of the highway if she pissed him off. Then he’s trying to rape/seduce her, taking the time to get her off so she wants it and he doesn’t have to take her by force. Now he’s being human and even personable, and helping her ease her arousal without asking for or wanting anything in return?
What was his deal? What the fuck was his endgame? And was he dangerous?
She had no idea who he was or what his true intentions were. All she knew was that he was sleeping in the car next to her at this very moment and she needed to get away from him.
Her purse was between his feet so she couldn’t call for help. She couldn’t get to her ID or her cash, and it was freezing outside, but she had to try and escape.
Risking whatever was out there made more sense than spending one more minute trapped in a car with Tom and his many personalities.
