"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked.
We had stopped in the laid-back, hippie town of Paia to grab lunch and people-watch, but Dante had yet to tell me our ultimate destination. He glanced over at me from the driver's side of the Jeep with a grin. The backward baseball cap and aviator sunglasses gave him an edgy look that had my heart racing.
Or maybe it was the fact that he had one of his broad hands on the steering wheel while the other rested possessively on my bare thigh, just below the hem of my beach tunic. We'd been back on the road for thirty minutes and every time his hand inched higher a rush of arousal spiraled through me.
"Are you going to tell me what happened with Damian?" he countered.
"It's not my story to tell," I murmured. Wind ripped through the open frame of the Jeep and I tugged my frenzied hair back into a high ponytail. "Plus, I don't want to ruin our day with the melodrama that is my brother's life."
My brother had destroyed his suite in a fit of drunken rage. The act had been a symptom of a much deeper problem stemming from underlying issues with Janice. I was pretty sure Damian was head over heels in love with the girl. I just hoped she didn't break his heart.
"Fair enough," Dante replied.
Soft clouds kept the bright sun company in the sky and the breeze was ripe with the fragrant aroma of flowers and the salty tang of the ocean. It was the perfect day to explore Maui with a man who rivaled its natural beauty. In spite of the overabundance of champagne and lack of sleep the night before, I felt alive, and Dante was the reason.
The buzz of my phone interrupted my musings and I pulled it from my purse. The incoming text brought me straight back down to earth.
Brent: Give me back what you stole.
An involuntary shudder ran through me. How did Brent know? I peeked at Dante, who seemed focused on navigating the narrow road, and typed a response with trembling fingers.
Me: I don't know what you're talking about.
Brent: Don't fuck with me. I saw you.
Of course, the sicko had cameras in his office. I had hoped that his private study wouldn't warrant surveillance. But the asshole was probably paranoid given his disgusting propensities.
Me: Consider it my insurance policy.
Brent: Get your ass back to NYC with the thumb drive, or I may have to pay a little visit to that queer makeup artist you call a friend.
Afraid of what I might find, I still hadn't worked up the courage to peruse the contents of that little piece of plastic. Now, it was clear that something lingered on that thumb drive and it was damning enough to warrant Brent threatening Jake. I was pretty sure it was an idle threat. Brent was a photographer, not some common street thug. But I made a mental note to text Jake as soon as we arrived wherever we were going.
"Everything okay?" Dante asked.
"Yeah. Just work stuff." I turned off my phone and slipped it back into my purse.
"Are you sure? You look like you're about to cry."
I waved away his concern, doing my best to calm the anxiety bubbling in my stomach. "So, where are we going?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. Dante had told me to pack an overnight bag.
"I thought we'd head to Hana."
"Really? I've always wanted to go there." I held my hand out the window and let the warm wind sift through my fingers.
"Good. I thought we could hike Twin Falls or do the Garden of Eden, or whatever you want. And since we got such a late start, I booked a room for us at the Travaasa Hotel," he said.
"You booked a room? A bit presumptuous, don't you think?" I teased.
Dante's hand inched higher. I was sure he could feel the heat building between my legs. "Maybe, but something tells me you don't mind." He slid his hand under my dress and palmed my mound. My bikini bottoms were already soaked through and Dante groaned his approval.
"Dante," I hissed as I checked the side-view mirror. I couldn't see his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, but I was sure they were twinkling with amusement.
"Has anyone ever finger-fucked you in a car?"
Heat flamed in my face. "I think you know the answer to that, and do you have to be so crass?"
"You didn't seem to mind it last night."
That I had not. Dante's dirty words had only seemed to stoke the fire he'd ignited with his hands, mouth, and cock. Before I could reply, he slipped a finger under my bikini bottoms and ran it through my arousal. I gasped and lurched forward in my seat.
"Shit, babe, you're dripping."
I should have stopped him, but then he pressed that long finger deep inside me, grazing his thumb across my clit. I threw my head back and gripped the door handle so hard my hand ached.
A sedan pulled up alongside us and I tried to push Dante's hand away, but he didn't stop. With his gaze focused on the road and lips lifted into a pleasant smile, it was unlikely that the people in the much lower car had any inkling of what was going on inside our Jeep.
"Dante, what if they see?"
"Relax. They aren't going to see. And if they do, who cares?"
He shifted in his seat and I noticed the tenting of his board shorts. I would have touched him, but I was too overwhelmed by the throbbing between my own legs. Dante slowed down and the sedan passed us. A relieved sigh slipped from my lips.
With a chuckle, he pressed his finger deeper, arching it forward just enough to press against the sweet spot. I moaned with each persistent thrust of his finger. When the tip of his other finger ghosted over the puckered opening of my ass, I jerked in my seat and cried out as hot sensation flooded my core. My hands flew between my legs to hold his in place as I bucked and writhed within the confines of my seatbelt.
I'd clenched my eyes shut, but I snapped them open when the Jeep took a sudden, sharp turn down a gravel road.
"What are we doing?" I asked between shallow exhalations.
"That was so hot, I have to be inside you. Right now," Dante answered with a sexy grin, lifting his finger to his lips to lick it like a lollipop. My mouth fell open. "You better shut that pretty mouth, or I'll find a better use for it."
Taking his hard, velvet length in my mouth sounded fabulous, since I hadn't gotten around to it the night before. I leaned over in my seat to do just that, but Dante came to a skidding stop that nearly knocked me to the floor of the Jeep. I glanced around the wooded area, relieved to find no signs of human life.
Dante forced his seat back as far as he could and yanked his swim trunks down mid-thigh. His thick, beautiful cock sprung out and he fisted it, running his hand up and down its length several times while I watched.
"Come here," he growled. He lifted me up and over him, until I straddled his lap before I could manage a protest. Not that I wanted to argue. At this point, I didn't care who saw us.
He yanked open the glove compartment, which was stuffed full of condoms. I shook my head as several foil packets fell to the floor.
"Wow. How long do you plan on being gone?" I asked with a giggle.
"You can never be too prepared."
"Ah, my little Boy Scout."
"There's nothing little about me," he said with a smirk as he rolled a condom down his hard length.
"Thank God, for that," I murmured. I sank down slowly, inch by burning inch, allowing him to stretch me wide. We both hissed our satisfaction when I was seated fully on his lap.
"You okay?" Dante asked, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.
"Yes."
"Then ride me."
I gripped his shoulders, lifting off him until his engorged tip was almost out and then slamming back down.
"Oh fuck, that feels good," he groaned.
I did it again, ignoring the deep twinge of pain. I was still sore from the night before, but nothing was going to stop me from taking every ounce of pleasure he was willing to give.
He untied my bikini top and tugged my cover-up down until my breasts were exposed to the warm breeze, exhaling his appreciation with a soft sigh. Running his hands up my side, he cupped them and ran his thumbs over their beaded tips.
"I love your tits," he said before dipping down to suck one into his mouth.
I threw my head back with a satisfied moan and gyrated on top of him as he suckled and toyed with my breasts. My hips and knees ached from the awkward position, but I pushed past my discomfort, focusing on the pressure building between my legs. Leaves rustled in the breeze, and the distant cry of birds accompanied our heavy breathing.
Dante threaded his hands into my ponytail and pulled me closer, his tongue breaching my parted lips to tangle with mine. When he forced his hand between our bodies to thrum me with several sure strokes, I lost it. My body spiraled forward, crashing against his, as I succumbed to the hypnotic waves of pleasure.
"That's right... come for me again," he murmured into my ear. I whimpered and moaned as he continued to thrust inside me, carrying me through the crest of my orgasm. Unable to move, I settled my head against his chest and listened to his heart pound as he gripped my hips and used my body for his own release. With head thrown back and eyes shut, he spilled into me, groaning my name.
His chest heaved with each of his ragged breaths, and I nuzzled his neck as we regained our hold on reality.
"I've always wanted to do it in a car," I said with my chin on his chest.
He cracked one eye open and grinned down at me. "I've always wanted to do you in a car."
I slapped his chest with a giggle. "You're awful."
"So, what else is on your bucket list?"