swore beneath his breath. "You planned this!”
“ There you go," she said. "Man brain lets real brain take over."
"Have you lost your mind?"
"No," Storm said logically. "You've lost your baby"
"I don't have a baby. I have ... a supersized boner and ... bruised balls."
"Shrinking, is it?"
"Storm?"
"Yes."
"Your cat bounced up, but it didn't come down." Aiden looked toward the ceiling.
"Where'd he go?" she asked.
"Uh, he's hanging from the rotating ceiling fan, riding around in slow circles. I think he likes it up there. He seems to be calming down."
Aiden heard the intercom go off and realized he was calming, too ... probably because he'd gotten a reprieve. He wouldn't have to do any explaining until they were ready to do the deed. "Storm?" he yelled, and the intercom clicked on again.
"You called?"
"Oomph." The cat landed on his chest. "What makes you think 'I won't turn the coach around the minute you unshackle me?"
"I have my ways"
Had she purred? Oh no, that was her cat getting very close to sitting on his face. "Your cat landed."
"Glad to hear it. Is he relaxing?"
"Imafrddssso."
"Speak up. Your voice is muffled"
"Ctnnmffface."
Storm chuckled. "I'm beginning to get the picture.”
“Humph."
"I know you won't turn us around, because you want to get laid," she said. "And after you do, you'll want to do me again. I promise. Are you tired? 'I could tell you a bedtime story about a naughty triplet and the man she shackled to the bed."
Please no, he thought. It'd be so embarrassing coming that way. He sneezed and dislodged his fuzzy face mask.
The brat in the driver's seat chuckled.
"I'd like to get my hands on you right now," he said. "That's why I'm staying where 'I am"
"I'm so damned mad, I could—" Come my brains out screwing my kidnapper, he thought. For about a week. Maybe three. How sick was he? "When you unshackle me, I'll beat you, then I'll screw you."
"Did you say eat me then screw me?"
"Good idea," Aiden said.
chapter Thirteen
IT seemed to Aiden that he didn't have a hell of a lot of choices here. The minute she set him free, he would be forced to put the shackles on her and take her back to Salem, though he still didn't trust the engine, and he needed to get it looked at.
Furious as he was at her ploy to abduct him, he was proud of her determination to seek what she believed was her psychic destiny. Frankly, if he ever did have a kid who needed to be found, he'd want Storm on his team.
He was screwed up but not fucked up, and both problems were her fault.
He hated to ignore the obvious promise of wicked wildebeest sex, but he wanted it now, damn it.
Not gonna happen.
"Storm, unshackle me, and I'll ride shotgun."
"I car ry the weapons this trip, thanks."
"Come on, I'm all cramped up in here."
"It's called a boner. Besides, I don't trust you. You'll car ry me back to the bedroom, have your wicked way with me—which I'll let you do, weak and hot as 'I am—then you'll drive us home."
Aiden got the message. He did have some leverage. "You want me to have my wicked way with you?"
" Am I still breathing? Hell yes, but that's beside the point, and you know it, which is exactly why you're staying where you are." She clicked off the intercom.
"I have to pee:' he yelled.
Storm's laughter, even from a distance, washed over him and made him ready again.
"Try me in an hour," she said over the intercom, "then I'll think about it for another hour after that. You're a regular camel. I've noticed your staying power."
"That wasn't the staying power 'I wanted you to notice," he muttered. "On the other hand, I noticed that you're a morning person," he said. "What time did you get up this morning?"
"Shuddup!" She yawned.
Oh, the power of suggestion. If only it could get her back here.
"Hey, we're driving in a rather serpentine manner. Do you need a nap? A cup of coffee? Please don't fall asleep at the wheel. Storm, I don't want you to get hurt" Though he'd nearly killed her himself
“ There you go," she said. "Man brain lets real brain take over."
"Have you lost your mind?"
"No," Storm said logically. "You've lost your baby"
"I don't have a baby. I have ... a supersized boner and ... bruised balls."
"Shrinking, is it?"
"Storm?"
"Yes."
"Your cat bounced up, but it didn't come down." Aiden looked toward the ceiling.
"Where'd he go?" she asked.
"Uh, he's hanging from the rotating ceiling fan, riding around in slow circles. I think he likes it up there. He seems to be calming down."
Aiden heard the intercom go off and realized he was calming, too ... probably because he'd gotten a reprieve. He wouldn't have to do any explaining until they were ready to do the deed. "Storm?" he yelled, and the intercom clicked on again.
"You called?"
"Oomph." The cat landed on his chest. "What makes you think 'I won't turn the coach around the minute you unshackle me?"
"I have my ways"
Had she purred? Oh no, that was her cat getting very close to sitting on his face. "Your cat landed."
"Glad to hear it. Is he relaxing?"
"Imafrddssso."
"Speak up. Your voice is muffled"
"Ctnnmffface."
Storm chuckled. "I'm beginning to get the picture.”
“Humph."
"I know you won't turn us around, because you want to get laid," she said. "And after you do, you'll want to do me again. I promise. Are you tired? 'I could tell you a bedtime story about a naughty triplet and the man she shackled to the bed."
Please no, he thought. It'd be so embarrassing coming that way. He sneezed and dislodged his fuzzy face mask.
The brat in the driver's seat chuckled.
"I'd like to get my hands on you right now," he said. "That's why I'm staying where 'I am"
"I'm so damned mad, I could—" Come my brains out screwing my kidnapper, he thought. For about a week. Maybe three. How sick was he? "When you unshackle me, I'll beat you, then I'll screw you."
"Did you say eat me then screw me?"
"Good idea," Aiden said.
chapter Thirteen
IT seemed to Aiden that he didn't have a hell of a lot of choices here. The minute she set him free, he would be forced to put the shackles on her and take her back to Salem, though he still didn't trust the engine, and he needed to get it looked at.
Furious as he was at her ploy to abduct him, he was proud of her determination to seek what she believed was her psychic destiny. Frankly, if he ever did have a kid who needed to be found, he'd want Storm on his team.
He was screwed up but not fucked up, and both problems were her fault.
He hated to ignore the obvious promise of wicked wildebeest sex, but he wanted it now, damn it.
Not gonna happen.
"Storm, unshackle me, and I'll ride shotgun."
"I car ry the weapons this trip, thanks."
"Come on, I'm all cramped up in here."
"It's called a boner. Besides, I don't trust you. You'll car ry me back to the bedroom, have your wicked way with me—which I'll let you do, weak and hot as 'I am—then you'll drive us home."
Aiden got the message. He did have some leverage. "You want me to have my wicked way with you?"
" Am I still breathing? Hell yes, but that's beside the point, and you know it, which is exactly why you're staying where you are." She clicked off the intercom.
"I have to pee:' he yelled.
Storm's laughter, even from a distance, washed over him and made him ready again.
"Try me in an hour," she said over the intercom, "then I'll think about it for another hour after that. You're a regular camel. I've noticed your staying power."
"That wasn't the staying power 'I wanted you to notice," he muttered. "On the other hand, I noticed that you're a morning person," he said. "What time did you get up this morning?"
"Shuddup!" She yawned.
Oh, the power of suggestion. If only it could get her back here.
"Hey, we're driving in a rather serpentine manner. Do you need a nap? A cup of coffee? Please don't fall asleep at the wheel. Storm, I don't want you to get hurt" Though he'd nearly killed her himself
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