straightforwardness that oozed out of Shiv. “You are a cheeky one, love. And no. I haven’t had too many complaints. One or two, here and there, but everyone has off days.”
“And how is today feeling for you? O n or off?”
Triaten gave the question actual consideration. “I was off. But I’m feeling a whole lot more on right about now.”
The smile that carved into Shiv’s face was pure lust. “So who’s it going to be? You or Joe?”
Triaten took the drink out of Shiv’s hand and set it on the table. He moved in on her, his face inches from hers as his fingers started at her shoulder, then ran down her arm. His fingers grasped hers. “Let’s get out of here. I’m driving.”
Halfway up the mountain to the ranch, the Styx’s, Come Sail Away with Me, blasted out of the jeep’s speakers, and in no time, Shiv went into full-blown air-drumming motion. Even in the dark glow of the dashboard, Triaten could see her eyes were closed, as she sang at the top of her very-bad signing voice. She swiftly moved into air-keyboarding with head rocking out to the interlude.
When her eyes cracked open, she laughed when she saw him watching her instead of the road, but it didn’t stop her. With head cracking, it was air-guitar time that she wasn’t going to miss.
God, she was lust y. Triaten thought. And Skye’s sister — don’t be stupid. But the argument in his head went nowhere. Skye’s sister or not, she wanted him, no strings, and he was sick of sulking. He didn’t realize until tonight how much he missed laughing and just having a good time. Without thought. Without drama. Just easy.
The song wound down, and Triaten smiled. “Had I known that was going to happen, I wouldn’t have let you touch the iPod.”
Shiv’s hand hit the last chord, and with theatrical swoop, her left hand landed on Triaten’s neck, fingers curling up into his dark hair. “I can tell you’re jealous of my mad air guitar skills.”
He chuckled as he shifted his hands on the steering wheel. “I’m not sure jealous is the right word for it, but okay.”
She shifted a leg under her for higher vantage in the seat as she twisted fully toward Triaten. “I gotta say, sweet tunes always turn me on.” Her right hand went to his knee, and slid up his thigh, caressing the hard line of muscle underneath his jeans.
Triaten’s foot on the gas pedal jerked when she hit his crotch. His gaze shifted off the ro ad to look at her. Her chin almost brushed his shoulder, and her green eyes were devilish behind her thick lashes. Triaten shifted on his seat. “We’re only halfway there.”
“So pull over. Now.”
“You really can’t wait?”
Shiv leaned away, but didn’t take her hands off him. Instead her right hand started to circle the increasing bulge in his jeans. “Wow, I’ve never had to work so hard to convince a guy to stop and screw me.”
The driveway into Triaten’s house came into headlight view at that moment, and Triaten floored the accelerator. He took the turn fast, and started to wind the jeep through the wooded drive.
But Shiv was having no more of it, and she unbuckled her seat belt. Before Triaten could move his foot to the brake, Shiv had slid a leg over his lap and wedged herself between him and the steering wheel.
Her breasts, full and straining under her v-neck were right at eye level, and Triaten’s right hand stumbled to throw the jeep in park. They jerked to a stop.
“Really? The house is two minutes away.”
She smiled down at him. “Really.” Both of her hands curled onto his shoulders, pressing into the hard muscles. “The mood hits, the mood hits. I know I can be demanding. You think you can handle it?”
With one hand, Triaten reached up and buried his hand into Shiv’s hair, pulling her head down to his. His tongue plunged into her mouth, just as demanding, leaving no doubt as to whether or not he could handle her. His other hand was busy moving the seat back.
The seat stopped, and
“And how is today feeling for you? O n or off?”
Triaten gave the question actual consideration. “I was off. But I’m feeling a whole lot more on right about now.”
The smile that carved into Shiv’s face was pure lust. “So who’s it going to be? You or Joe?”
Triaten took the drink out of Shiv’s hand and set it on the table. He moved in on her, his face inches from hers as his fingers started at her shoulder, then ran down her arm. His fingers grasped hers. “Let’s get out of here. I’m driving.”
Halfway up the mountain to the ranch, the Styx’s, Come Sail Away with Me, blasted out of the jeep’s speakers, and in no time, Shiv went into full-blown air-drumming motion. Even in the dark glow of the dashboard, Triaten could see her eyes were closed, as she sang at the top of her very-bad signing voice. She swiftly moved into air-keyboarding with head rocking out to the interlude.
When her eyes cracked open, she laughed when she saw him watching her instead of the road, but it didn’t stop her. With head cracking, it was air-guitar time that she wasn’t going to miss.
God, she was lust y. Triaten thought. And Skye’s sister — don’t be stupid. But the argument in his head went nowhere. Skye’s sister or not, she wanted him, no strings, and he was sick of sulking. He didn’t realize until tonight how much he missed laughing and just having a good time. Without thought. Without drama. Just easy.
The song wound down, and Triaten smiled. “Had I known that was going to happen, I wouldn’t have let you touch the iPod.”
Shiv’s hand hit the last chord, and with theatrical swoop, her left hand landed on Triaten’s neck, fingers curling up into his dark hair. “I can tell you’re jealous of my mad air guitar skills.”
He chuckled as he shifted his hands on the steering wheel. “I’m not sure jealous is the right word for it, but okay.”
She shifted a leg under her for higher vantage in the seat as she twisted fully toward Triaten. “I gotta say, sweet tunes always turn me on.” Her right hand went to his knee, and slid up his thigh, caressing the hard line of muscle underneath his jeans.
Triaten’s foot on the gas pedal jerked when she hit his crotch. His gaze shifted off the ro ad to look at her. Her chin almost brushed his shoulder, and her green eyes were devilish behind her thick lashes. Triaten shifted on his seat. “We’re only halfway there.”
“So pull over. Now.”
“You really can’t wait?”
Shiv leaned away, but didn’t take her hands off him. Instead her right hand started to circle the increasing bulge in his jeans. “Wow, I’ve never had to work so hard to convince a guy to stop and screw me.”
The driveway into Triaten’s house came into headlight view at that moment, and Triaten floored the accelerator. He took the turn fast, and started to wind the jeep through the wooded drive.
But Shiv was having no more of it, and she unbuckled her seat belt. Before Triaten could move his foot to the brake, Shiv had slid a leg over his lap and wedged herself between him and the steering wheel.
Her breasts, full and straining under her v-neck were right at eye level, and Triaten’s right hand stumbled to throw the jeep in park. They jerked to a stop.
“Really? The house is two minutes away.”
She smiled down at him. “Really.” Both of her hands curled onto his shoulders, pressing into the hard muscles. “The mood hits, the mood hits. I know I can be demanding. You think you can handle it?”
With one hand, Triaten reached up and buried his hand into Shiv’s hair, pulling her head down to his. His tongue plunged into her mouth, just as demanding, leaving no doubt as to whether or not he could handle her. His other hand was busy moving the seat back.
The seat stopped, and
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