Page 62 of Dare You to Run
“Well I wouldn’t rule it out, if I were you. I see the way you care for your brothers, even if one of them is a jerk face,” I add, thinking about Danté and his foul mood. “And the way you baby your cars and bikes would surely translate over to a child.”
He reaches over to squeeze my cheeks. “Sure. We’ll go with that.”
I smack at his hands and he laughs when I stick my tongue out. I flip through the songs on my playlist to find something that would satisfy his musical preferences and find a song by Godsmack that seems like his style. I press play and a devilish voice growls through the speakers.
“Are you forgetting about something, little mouse?” I look over at him and he points his finger down at his empty lap.
Apparently where my head should be.
“You aren’t really going to hold me to that, are you? I changed the song. Shouldn’t that be enough?”
“Baby. You’re the one who made the deal. Not me. I’m just adhering to the rules.” I pretend like what I’m going to do is such a hardship for no other reason than I like to poke the bear.
“Fine. You held up your end of the bargain, I’ll hold up mine.” I flatten my hands to the center divider and push myself up, reaching over as far as my seatbelt will allow.
I run my nose up his neck, kissing the spot below his ear and flicking his lobe with my tongue. “Ready?” I whisper in a breathy tone and he nods.
My fingers glide up his stomach, his hard abs tensing under his thin t-shirt. I play with the button of his jeans and I see the way his hardening dick twitches under the thick denim. I place my hand on his shoulder and begin rubbing his shoulder.
And that’s it. I just rub his shoulders, alternating between each side. Hendrix doesn’t say a word. He stays staring out of the windshield, focusing on the road and not the fact that I’ve left him wanting more.
“Feel good?” I ask him, but he stays silent. “Hopefully that helps you relax a little.”
I plop back down in my seat and rest my head back. The god awful music blares on and I sit with a smile on my face.
“Woman, you better climb that ass over here and choke on this dick before I pull over on the side of the road and fuck that sassy mouth of yours.” My jaw drops, utterly flabbergasted by what he’s just said. “Yes. Just like that. Bring that mouth over here, little mouse.”
He grips the wheel with his left hand and holds his right arm out wide, welcoming me like he’s going to give me a warm hug. I stare at him for another moment, still not believing his audacity, then climb over the seat because come on, let’s face it. Like any woman could resist a man like Hendrix Dare.
TWENTY-FIVE
We pulldown a dirt road as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. After Dagen properly helped me relax, we took turns picking out songs to listen to and talking about things I never thought I would.
Life. Hopes. Dreams. Things I’ve never allowed myself to talk about with anyone. Not even my brothers. But something about this girl has me spilling all the things locked up in my dark heart.
Now, here I am, nervous as hell because I’m about to meet a man who has no idea I fucked his sweet daughter in ways he couldn’t even dream of, and not just fixing her car like I told him.
“Take a left into that house with the big magnolias,” she tells me, pointing to a massive stone and brick home.
An iron gate with the letter M in the center of each side closes off the home from the street and I wonder how we’re going to get on the inside. Just then, Dagen reaches up and pushes a button on the underside of the rearview mirror and the right side of the gate begins to slide open.
I turn onto the long gravel driveway and Dagen tells me to drive to the garage that sits off to the right of the mansion –because it is not a little ranch style home like she tried to tellme– and just behind it. I do as she has instructed and suddenly want to jump out of this window and run my ass back to Mississippi.
What the hell was I thinking? Driving all the way with a girl to Texas just to make sure she made it home safely? Her dad is going to blow a gasket when he sees me driving his wife’s car with his daughter right beside me, my cum still lingering on her tongue.
Jesus, I am fucking scum right now and I don’t have any idea how I’m going to get out of this.
A woman who I recognize as her mom comes running out from the back of the house followed by her father who holds a little girl in his arms and a little boy running right beside him. Her family looks excited to see her and I breathe a little sigh of relief seeing that her dad isn’t billowing smoke from his nose when he sees me.
“My parents are amazing so there is nothing for you to be worried about. Okay?” Dagen touches my hand softly and swiftly, soothing away my fears.
I throw her a wink and put the car into park before turning off the engine. The garage is massive and looks like it houses several vehicles. I actually itch to take a peek inside at the vehicles Dagen has told me so much about.
Her door gets thrown open and she jumps out. Her little sister who was held up in her father’s arms wiggles until he sets her down, and she tears off running towards Dagen. Her little brother follows with her parents trailing right behind. I push open my door and cautiously step out.
“Sissy,” the little girl shouts and Dagen squats down to scoop her up.
“Autumn Jade. Did you get a haircut?” She asks and the little girls cheeks turn bright red.
