“I know so,” I say, turning in my seat so I can look at him more closely. “Your bed was made; your sheets were clean. Even the rug on your floor was freshly washed and laid out nicely. You can look through someone's faults and find all the good things, if you want to. You can also search out the bad. We just have a shit ton of bad in our life, Hael, so if there's good to be found, we may as well grab it.”
“Whoa,” he calls out, lifting his hands up so that neither is touching the steering wheel. My adrenaline spikes, but he grabs on again at the next curve. “What happened to my cynical little Blackbird? Did Aaron infect you with his lovey-dovey life juju joy or something?”
“I'm just trying to help you,” I say, exhaling sharply. “I'm just trying to get to know you, Hael.”
He doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, he reaches out and restarts “Carry on Wayward Son” again. Fine by me. Not only do I like this song, but it also reminds me of the South Park episode Guitar Queer-O. Too fucking funny.
“Here,” he says, jerking the wheel and causing the tires to squeal across the pavement as he sends us flying into the dust of a vista point parking lot. Hael shifts the car into park and then shoves his sunglasses up his face as he turns to look at me. “We can switch places, and I'll give you your first proper lesson.”
“I feel like you're ignoring everything real I'm trying to say to you,” I tell him as the song drones on in the background. Hael glances away, toward the edge of the cliff and the glimmering sea beyond its ragged edge. There's a small wooden fence to keep sightseers back, but really, you could drive a car right off this thing and into the water.
“Yes, I did think about killing Neil once. I waited outside a motel room with a knife.” Hael looks back at me and smiles. It's more like one of Callum's smiles, a bit of happy tinged with a whole lot of sad. “Aaron talked me out of it. Penelope was already dead, and we weren't going to let Neil hurt you. I should've done it, though. But I was being selfish.” Hael turns away from me again to stare at the ocean. “I've always been selfish, Bernie. Still am. Even now, I'm considering fucking you on this car and telling Vic to shove it.”
My lower stomach muscles clench at his words, and I'm suddenly very aware of the way the robe is gaping open. My bikini leaves very little to the imagination. When Hael looks at me and lefts his gaze drift low, my heart pounds.
“Hael …” I start, because I love him. Just looking at him right now, sitting there with his bloodred hair gleaming in the sunshine, his full mouth twisted into a sardonic smile, I want to tell him that. He needs to know. I need to know how he really feels, too. But is this the right time? “We have to respect Vic.” I grit my teeth when I say that. It fucking kills me, but I understand Victor Channing even better than I understand myself. “He has to make the choice. You know that, don't you?”
“Oh, trust me, I know,” Hael says, sighing and licking the salty breeze from his lips. “You have no idea what I wanted to do to him when he threw me out of the bedroom that day. No clue. But guess what? I had to choose fucking you that night, or I had to choose Havoc.” He looks me up and down again and shivers. I'm pleased to see goose bumps rise up on his muscular arms. “That's what makes us a family: we always choose Havoc. Victor will see it. Maybe he already does? He just wants to milk this honeymoon crap until it's old news.” Hael laughs, and the sound is at least a little less bitter than his smile. “So, instead of fucking on this Ferrari like I so badly want to do, we're just going to drive it, make love to the road, let the exhaust come for us.”
“I feel like the exhaust having an orgasm is a pretty far stretch for a metaphor,” I say, but Hael just laughs at me again and climbs out of the car. I'm pleased to see that his cock is hard, creating this tantalizing bulge in his tight jeans that just begs to be cupped by my tattooed fingers.
Instead, I stand up and chuck the robe onto the passenger seat, so that I'm wearing my bikini and nothing else. Barefoot. Sun-drenched. Ready to drive a four-hundred-thousand-dollar car.
“Let's do this.” I step into the driver's seat and slide down until my ass is pressed to the sun-warmed leather. Hael pauses for a moment to take off his sunglasses, slipping them onto my face before he moves around to the passenger side and climbs in. “Please tell me this is an automatic; I only want to drive an automatic,” I murmur, looking down at the dash.
“Uh, this is, but the Eldorado … hell no,” Hael snorts, giving me a look like I've just slapped him with a dead fish. “Are you serious? Do you think a ‘57 Eldorado is an automatic? No, honey, no. Give me your fucking hand and feel this wheel up like it's my rigid cock pulsing in your palm.”
Hael grabs my wrist and curls my fingers around the steering wheel, weaving his own with mine. Did I say it was cold out? Maybe I lied because it feels sweltering hot right about now.
We turn to look at each other, and Hael sucks in a sharp breath.
“Motherfucker,” he murmurs, squeezing my hand with his own. His eyes rake my body, mentally undressing me. “You, that bikini, this car …” I’m mesmerized by the slow slide of his tongue across his lower lip. “You know what? Fuck Vic. I’m screwing you right here, right now.”
My heart leaps into my throat, but I draw my hand back like Hael’s touch burns, cradling it against my chest as he reaches a hand over his shoulder and jerks his shirt over his head, chucking it onto the floor.
The sight of his muscular upper body gleaming in the sunshine nearly breaks me.
“What if … what if we didn’t actually touch each other?” I query, knowing it doesn’t make things that much better. We’re still standing on thin ice here. If Vic finds out about this before he makes the decision to share on his own, it could ruin everything. I’m just not sure that I have it in me to resist completely.
“Meaning what?” Hael asks, quirking a brow as he looks me over again. In response to his question, I slide my palm down my belly and underneath my pink booty-shorts. My breath catches as my fingers find the slippery wetness between my legs, and I writhe against the seat, biting my lower lip and wishing it were Hael touching me instead. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, swiping a hand over the lower half of his face. His eyes find my sweaty thighs as I rub them together, teasing myself with my fingers.
“Compromise,” I murmur back, desperately wanting to see him clutch his dick in his hand. “We aren’t technically cheating if we don’t touch.”
“You’re such a bad girl, Blackbird,” Hael growls back at me, nodding his chin in my direction. “Tits out or it’s no deal. I’ll just throw you over the hood and say to hell with it.” I turn away from him, so he can reach out and trail his fingers down my upper back, making me shiver as my fingers play with my folds. Hael unties my top and it falls forward, baring my breasts to the yellow sunshine.
God help any road-tripping families that stumble on us.
I mean, unless they like naughty shows.
“Oh, yeah,” Hael purrs, leaning back in his own seat as I turn toward him. “This I like, little bird. This I like a lot.” He undoes his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free. Hael teases the piercing in the tip with his thumb, smearing pre-cum across the head as I lift my eyes to his. He’s got heavy-lidded bedroom eyes on as he watches me, focusing more on my face than my breasts.
Hael pauses briefly to turn the music up, classic rock blaring around us and escaping into the too-blue of the sky. I lean my head back, adjusting myself so that my legs are spread. My fingers move from my opening to my clit, using my own lube to keep it nice and slick as I rub myself with a slow but intense circular motion.
I bite my lip even harder, drawing blood as I close my eyes and imagine Hael’s hot hands on my body, feeling me up, drinking me in. When I open them again, I see him spit into his palm and work his shaft up with wild, frantic pumps of his fist.
“I can just imagine your hot pussy on me, baby,” he groans, sliding a bit lower in the seat. With his left hand, he digs his fingers into his hair. With his right, he jacks-off for my viewing pleasure. “You on top, riding me into the front seat of the Camaro …”
I moan, the demon wings on my chest rising and falling with my frantic breaths as I move my tatted left hand up to squeeze one of my breasts. Hael watches me intently, waiting for that hot sweet moment when I slip two fingers inside my pussy and cry out his name.
“Oh, Hael,” I moan, and he curses in French, thrusting his hips up toward his hand. “Fuck me harder.”
“Push me too much, and I might just do it,” he grinds out, our eyes meeting as we work our own bodies just the way we like. I take note of his grip, the speed of his hand, the way he keeps flicking his piercing, and I file it all away for next time. “Work that kitty cat for me, Bernie.”
I obey his command, thrusting up and riding my own fingers like they’re his pierced shaft instead. My body clamps down, pulsing desperately, milking Hael’s fictional cock.
“Okay, fuck this,” he finally says, reaching out and grabbing me by the hair. “Use your mouth, don’t be greedy, Blackbird.” Hael pushes my face down over his dick and comes hard on my tongue, filling my mouth with his salty seed. He finishes himself by pumping his hips a few last times, and I sit back hard in my seat, swiping my arm across my mouth while he sits there panting and gazing at me with satisfaction.
“You’re an ass, you know that?” I growl out, leaning back and fucking myself with tattooed fingers until I finally feel my own release. Hael watches me as my climax takes over, and my body shivers and twitches with pleasure.
As soon as I’m done, Hael tosses me his shirt, so I can clean off my fingers.
“I’ve been with married women before,” Hael says, and I give him a sharp look that very clearly says do not fucking bring that shit up with me. He just flashes a shit-eating smirk back at me. “But never one as pretty as you.”