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“Ready to head home Tink?” Logan asks, coming up behind.
She eyes me for a moment longer before rubbing her neck and nodding.
Thea may hate me when she finds out, but I’ll hate myself more if we lose her again and this ensures she’ll never make a move without one of us knowing.
Chapter Twenty
Elder: “It was said that if a person were to be slain with a weapon made of elder wood, after their death their hand would appear rising from their grave.”
-Fez Inkwright,Botanical Curses and Poisons: The Shadow Lives of Plants-
Law
Ace and Logan had filled me in on Royce showing up outside the shop the moment I got home. It had only added to the feeling of failure I was currently wearing like a badge of honor. It wasn’t lost on me that I had fled the tattoo shop in order to feel like I was in control and protecting them only to have the threat show up right outside.
Thea nervously fiddles with the edge of her dress, eyes glued to her lap. The soft sound of Sam Barber playing over the radio fills the cab of my truck. Leaning over I grab her hand, threading my fingers through hers and forcing her to stop fidgeting.
“What’s going on in that head of yours darlin'’?” I keep my eyes trained on the road ahead, giving her space to talk without pressure.
“Should I really be leaving?” Her voice shakes with uncertainty. “Is it safe?”
Logan had asked me the same thing, his eyes going big as saucers when I told him I was taking Thea to town. It had already been a week since Royce made the last threat and watching Thea get swept away by the fear of him showing up again had me thinking maybe she needed to feel like she could protect herself without us.
Because I have no doubt Royce will show back up again, a creature like him doesn’t just give up because of one threat, and when he does I want her to feel a bit more prepared than she does now. And selfishly I want the peace of mind as well.
“Darlin, I promise you that it’s as safe as it ever will be while that man is still walking this earth.” She grips my hand tighter and I dare a look at her. She’s raised her eyes now, watching the trees and wilderness flow by. The sun catches her chestnut hair, the edges blunt against her shoulders.
“You're staring.” She says through a huff of laughter. “Eyes on the road cowboy.”
I choke on the word. “Cowboy huh? Not, sheriff?”
She turns her attention towards me, those twinkling blue eyes light up as a small smile spreads over her lips. “You’ll always be a cowboy to me.” Her eyes dance to the hat perched on my head before she trains her gaze back out the window. On an impulse I snag the beat up Stetson, dropping it on her head.
We stay like that, my hat on her head, her gaze out the window, and fingers interlaced. The mountains and trees swirl past us and the melodic beats on the radio fill the comfortable silence between us. Thea is one of the few people who I can be in silence with and not have my mind spiral out of control. I hadn’t realized it until recently, as we had sat on the porch having a cup of coffee together. The world had been quiet and so hadmy mind. It was a novel experience and one that I had become addicted to.
The sign for the outskirts of Cedar Edge passes by the left side of the truck and I feel the change immediately. Her body tensing slightly, hand gripping mine a bit harder. It’s subtle at first but the closer we get the more obvious it becomes. When we finally turn down the main road I catch her body lowering in the seat. We hadn’t even hit the town square yet and she was damn close to a panic attack.
“None of that darlin', you don’t hide. Not with my hat on your head and your ass in my truck.” I drag our interwoven hands together and press a kiss to hers. She shifts in her seat, her dress riding up those gorgeous thighs of hers. Thea was a wraith when we found her, and in the weeks she’s been with us she’s finally starting to fill out and look healthy again. I drop her hand, letting my fingers drift to the bare skin of her thigh. Lightly caressing her, I edge closer and closer to where her thighs are clenched tightly together.
When I’m met with resistance I tap her skin with my pinky lightly and ever so slowly she shifts so her legs part. “Good girl.” I murmur.
I hear the uptick in her breath but I don’t dare look. The windows of my police truck are tinted but I know if I look at her I’ll want to pull over and fuck her right here and tinted windows or not there would be no question whose cock she was coming on.
A pained sound is ripped from my lungs when my fingers brush against her wet cunt, and not the panties I was expecting. “Fuck me darlin', you out here in this dress with no panties on? And already this wet?”
My fingers dip inside of her and she lets out a gasp. “Law! We can’t… you’re driving…” Her hand flings up and grips the handleabove the door. I press the heel of my hand to her clit and press down, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Darlin, we can do whatever we want in my truck and right now I want you to focus on what I’m doing to you.” My voice comes out a bit rough and I shift in my seat, my cock painfully hard.
She shifts her hips, thrusting into my palm with a long moan. I let her lose herself in chasing her release, and when I look over at her I’m seconding guessing why I wasn’t planning on fucking her. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson that spreads down her neck, her breasts heaving as she drags in breath after breath. Those baby blue eyes are squeezed shut and she bites down hard on her full lower lip.
“Oh fuck it feels so good Law.” She whimpers. “I wish it was your cock though.” She practically sobs, her hips thrusting harder and harder. My truck is coming closer and closer to our destination and I can tell Thea needs an extra push to get over the edge. Because no way in hell am I stopping this car while she’s fucking my hand this hard.
“Make a mess on that seat for me. Logan can clean it up for us when we get home, while you bounce on my cock.” That does it, Thea lets out a cry of pleasure and my hand is flooded with her release. Her body goes ridged as wave after wave pulses over her body until she falls limp in the seat. “God damn darlin'.” I groan as I pull my fingers from her.
I stare in awe at the way my fingers glisten, my hand painted with her release. “Oh no,” She groans as we pull to the stop light before our destination. “Oh Law I’m so sorry I don’t know what happened, it’s so wet…” She shifts with embarrassment. My mind snaps back to the tattoo shop, she had been so deep in sub space I don’t think she realized she squirted.
“Look at me Thea.” My voice takes on the tone I use with Logan and she snaps her eyes to mine. “I asked you to makea mess. You were such a good girl following my orders. Now everytime I get in my truck I can think about how you squirted all over the leather.” I nail the point home by sucking my fingers clean and licking anything left over. Thea watches and I don’t miss the way her pupils expand.
