Page 172 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I frowned, and tossed a glare in his direction. “What crawled up your ass today?” I immediately regretted my word choice and braced myself for the incoming lecture, threats, and promise of a spanking later on, but none of those things came.
Cas just shook his head. “The traffic and the roads through Colorado suck. We don’t need music blasting, causing a distraction.”
I was pretty sure a distraction was exactly what he needed, but if cussing hadn’t even done it, I had no idea how to give him one. Or maybe I did.
Thank god for bench seats, I thought as I discreetly unbuckled and slid over to the middle spot.
Cas raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing?” he barked.
I didn’t answer, but quickly re-buckled so he couldn’t get on me about car safety. I grabbed my blanket from where it was stuffed behind my seat and placed it over my lap despite the fact that it was hot as balls outside.
Cas was shooting me suspicious glances. He’d see what was happening in a minute. With my hands under the blanket, I inconspicuously spread it until it was covering his lap as well as mine.
“What the heck? It’s hot as hell outside. Are you cold? Want me to turn off the air?” Cas frowned. “You don’t have a fever, do you?”
I ignored him, snaked my hand over until it was on his lap, and holding my breath, reached up his loose basketball shorts until I had his cock in my hands.
“What the fuck?” Maybe nobody had ever given him a road handy before because Cas swerved, and almost drove us into incoming traffic.
That wasn’t the reaction I’d been expecting. It wasn’t that my feelings were hurt, it was just… something was wrong. Cas wasn’t acting like himself today and I had no idea why. My gut twisted with worry. Had I done something wrong? Aside from the road handy? Was he having second thoughts? Was he regretting being with me? Had I gotten too comfortable too fast? Was I being too much?
That was probably it, I realized as I quickly scooted back into my original seat by the window. I’d been a little much. Maybe too naughty, too testy, too eager, too pushy, too demanding. I had told myself to rein it in so many times, but I couldn’t help myself. Cas was offering me, giving me, everything I’d ever wanted. Everything I’d needed for so many years. So of course I’d lapped it up like a kitten with a saucer of warm milk. And of course, I’d been too much.
Frustrated both with Cas for winding me up and giving me everything just to take it away, and with myself for just being so… me, I burst into tears.
“What the fuck?” Cas blurted, his head twisting as he looked between me and the road.
Horrified, I shoved my fist between my lips as if I could stop the sobs that were escaping that way.
“What the…” Cas was swerving again, but for a much different reason this time. “Polly, what’s wrong?”
Afraid to speak because I had no idea what would come out of my mouth, I shook my head from side to side, still gasping for air and trying to hold back the tears that were streaming down my face.
“Dammit,” Cas muttered. He pulled off at the exit and stopped at a well-kept but very busy rest stop.
Shit, shit, shit. Not wanting to talk to him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to explain myself, I pressed my eyes shut and refused to look at him. The truck slowed to a stop, and Cas shut off the engine. I kept my eyes closed.
“Polly,” he barked. “What the heck is going on?”
“I’m fine,” I choked out. My near-to-tears tone clearly said otherwise.
“That’s BS. Don’t lie to me.”
“I just… wanted you,” I lied. It wasn’t a full lie. I always wanted him. When we weren’t in the privacy of a hotel room, my mind was on the next time we would be. I was always reliving the things we’d done and picturing what we could do next.
“Well, I’m flattered, babygirl, but road sex is very dangerous. It's one of those things that should stay on the pages of a book. It's not for real life. It's not safe.”
“Okay.” I breathed out in a shuddering sigh. “Sorry.”
“But that's not what this is about,” Cas continued. “You’re not having a full-ass meltdown simply because I rejected your offer of road sex. So tell me what the real reason is, cause this isn’t you. Start talking, little girl.”
The endearment, the one that usually fell from his lips on autopilot, a hundred times a day, the one he hadn’t used since before we’d gone to bed last night, broke through my defenses.
“Talk about the pot calling the kettle black,” I scoffed, letting my frustration get the better of me.
“What?” Cas, bless his stupid goofy heart, sounded lost. I couldn’t blame him. My feelings were valid, but the presentation was a little ridiculous if I said so myself.
“You aren’t being yourself!” I finally yelled, popping my eyes open and turning to him.
