Page 95 of Hidden Fears
The air in the car is lighter, and I’m totally living my dream right now of driving in a truck and holding hands with the hottest and toughest guy in the state. The only thing missing is a flannel shirt for me and him. And maybe a dog. Yes, definitely a dog.
“Ken,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I need to pee.” I lower my voice even more.
“Again?” His forehead wrinkles in confusion, and I shoot daggers his way. Understanding his misstep, he instantly adds, “I meant, now? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Exactly, can’t hold it anymore. Can you stop somewhere?” I start tapping my foot on the floor.
He throws a quick glance at my wiggling ass. “Hold on. There is a service road in half a mile. We can stop there.”
I don’t know if it was half a mile—to me, it felt like ten—but he slows down and turns onto a narrow road. It’s not paved and barely visible; I’d totally miss it if I was alone. If this road weren’t here, I’d have asked him just to stop on the road and let me pee on the side of it. It’s that bad.
Once the truck comes to a full stop, I don’t even wait for him and jump out. Obviously, needing to pee so badly gave me the ability not to break my legs while landing in such high heels. What can I say—I’m motivated. Running on the same heels into the woods, I find the first bush and land there.
“Josie?” His voice takes me away from the nirvana I’ve entered, and it sounds awfully close.
“Go away, Kenneth!” I cry out, embarrassed that he probably just heard the waterfall that’s happening.
The sound of retreating footsteps follows a loud chuckle. I relax and finish my business.
When I’m done, I try to run back to the car, but the urgency has passed, and apparently, so has my magical ability to run in the wilderness in heels, so I nearly break my ankles a few times. When I finally reach the door, I find Kenneth leaning against the truck, barely able to contain his laughter.
“You good?” he asks, trying to bite the inside of his cheek like it can prevent him from cracking up.
“I’m good.”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
KENNETH
When she comes out from the bushes, not looking any less marvelous than when she entered, I bite my tongue, trying not to smile and be too obvious about liking the picture I’m seeing. Or say somethingcute. Even with a leaf stuck to her wild hair, she looks like a sexy goddess, swaying her hips in those high heels of hers. I went after her just to make sure she wouldn’t break her legs, or a bear wouldn’t come out of the woods, but her startled cry was hilarious.
I lean my back on the front of my truck, folding my arms over my chest, knowing it will draw her attention since she seems to love my muscles. I’ve noticed she stares at them every time she thinks I don’t see. And on cue, her eyes drop to my biceps when she stumbles on a root on her way. I play my biceps, and her eyes instantly go to mine. Instead of shying away from being caught, she smiles suggestively.
“You know, I’m still horny.”
This is my turn to skip a breath. I move from foot to foot while she starts swaying her hips with a larger amplitude, making my eyes lose focus. All this pent-up arousal, her coming on my still jeans-sheathed dick, gave me a very short fuse. Her popping her hip is enough to send me into a frenzy.
While she’s slowly moving toward me with a seductive pace, I start sweating. Until she stumbles onto something and starts flailing her arms, nearly falling forward. I launch toward her, catching her just in time. Helping her up, I get the feel of her body in my arms, and she starts laughing hysterically.
“It went better in my head,” she hiccups, trying to catch her breath.
“It was perfect in reality,” I reply gently, trying not to put down her efforts. I hope she’ll repeat them one day.
I pull away a bit to look at her face. Josie bites her goddamn painted red lip, looking unsure. I take her hand and lead her to the back seat of my truck. When I open the door and gesture for her to go inside, she sends me a questioning look. I nod to her to climb in.
She listens but, in her fashion, ensures I suffer as much as possible. Sticking her ass in the air, she wiggles it. Then, leaning on her elbows forward, she glances at me from under her lashes, making me nearly come into my pants. I lift my hand and give her ass a loud slap.
“Oh!” she cries out, leaning forward. “You just slapped me!”
“Wasn’t that the reason you’re sticking out your gorgeous behind for me?” My voice dips lower.
She narrows her eyes and moves forward, leaving me space to climb after her. I close the door behind me, crack a window open half an inch, and turn toward her.
She’s watching me, biting her lip.
