Addie shakes her head. "Maybe for you. Zade already has a long list of heads to rip off for seeing me naked as it is."
"Damn right," I agree distractedly, listening to another direction from Jay. The sirens are beginning to fade as I gain more and more distance between us.
Until one comes racing out from a side street, nearly hitting the back end of
my Mustang.
I growl out, "Jay. Warning next time?"
"Shit, sorry, my brother came in asking if I could order pizza."
Jesus fucking Christ.
"Zade, you really should consider letting Addie explore."
"Hey, demon slayer?" I prompt. "I'm going to need you to be quiet now."
She huffs, but ultimately sits back down in her seat. I still hear her whisper,
"He's such a possessive dickhead. I'm glad you guys like to share me."
Addie muffles a smile by biting her lip, almost distracting me enough to go flying into a ditch. That's it. I'm doing this shit by myself from now on.
I have my writhing girlfriend next to me, and a horndog in the backseat who’s
testing my patience. I swear to God, if she makes a move on Addie, I'll kick her
little ass.
Another cop car comes sweeping out fifty feet in front of me, nearly colliding
into oncoming traffic. They right themselves before heading straight towards me.
They're trying to fake me out by making me think they're not going to move.
They like to do that to force people's hands. But the dumbass doesn't realize there's a side street coming up, and I have really good fucking control over this car.
"You see the street?"
"Yep."
"Once you go down that road, take a right and two lefts directly after. You should lose them all after that."
Addie's hand reaches out, clutching my arm as her back presses deeper into the seat as if that's going to save her.
"Zade," she groans, her eyes wide.
"I got it, baby girl," I reassure gently. I stomp on the brakes and whip the wheel to the side, perfectly fitting my Mustang in the small alleyway. The car fishtails a little, but I easily regain control. Seconds later, the cop car goes careening into the side of a building, failing to accomplish what I just did.
I follow Jay's directions afterwards and take the turns he directed me to. Just
as he said, I lose them all. I expect helicopters are going to be here any second,
so I stomp on the gas. Parsons Manor is ten minutes away, but I make it there in
three. They’re going to be searching for my car, but luckily, I can fit my Mustang
in the trees until it’s safe to get rid of it.
I come to a hard stop right past the tree line, forcing Addie and Sibby to catch
themselves from pitching forward.
Silence descends, broken periodically by Addie's heavy breathing. The sun is
dipping low below the Bay, the light slowly drowning beneath the surface.
"Did we die?" she squeaks.
Sibby leans forward again. "You're silly. If you're still breathing, that means you're alive." She sniffs loudly. “And you still smell as pretty as ever.”
Addie’s wide eyes drift to her, shock bleaching the color from her face. If heat
wasn’t rolling off her in waves and turning my dick into granite, I’d laugh.
"Sibby, exit the vehicle please," I tell her sternly. She rolls her eyes but listens, herding her imaginary men out of the car before slamming the door shut.
“You’re safe?” Jay asks through the phone.
"We're good," I say. "Thanks, man. I'll call you soon."
Disconnecting the call before he can get another word out, I train my gaze on
Addie. She seems to stiffen further under my stare, and I’d be lying if I said that
didn’t excite me.
Without looking away, I find the lever on the side of my seat and crank it, allowing me to slide it all the way back. She jumps, the soft leather groaning beneath her fingers again, while her gaze bounces around. Likely determining how quickly she can get out of the car before I pounce.
The tension is incredibly thick, and my dick is pressing firmly against the zipper of my jeans. It fucking hurts, but I welcome the pain.
“Come here,” I order roughly.
“Zade…” Her husky voice trails off, uncertainty polluting her decision. She teeters between listening to my command and making a run for it.
Fuck, I hope she does run. God knows how much I love to chase her.
She must remember this because she swallows, and with unsteady
movements, she crawls onto my lap. Tendrils of her cinnamon hair fall over my
shoulders and chest as she adjusts herself, settling lightly on my thighs. I know
she can feel me between her legs, proven by the sharp inhale.
For now, I keep my hands to myself. She’s choosing to touch me—to get
close to me—and I know it’s only because she’s still in the throes of fear and adrenaline from the car chase. It’s the same combination that drove her to fight me at every turn while burning and writhing beneath my touch. The second she
comes down, reality will smack her upside the head, and she will go back to cowering from me.
I want to remind her how good it feels. Give her something to latch on to when she’s too lost in her head and can’t find her way past the demons screaming at her.
My fingers drift through the curtain of hair hiding us from the outside world,
strands lacing around my fingers. It’s dark in here now, and the cool April air is
seeping through the cracks. The water ate the sun, and I wonder if she’ll let me
devour her, too.
She grips either side of my seat, once more digging her nails in deep, and I feel an irrational surge of jealousy that they’re not clawing into me instead.
“Closer, little mouse,” I whisper. “I need to feel if you’re real, and not just another ghost haunting Parsons Manor.”
A shaky exhale skitters across my cheek as she relaxes her body into mine until every inch of her is molded into me. I can feel every beat of her heart drumming against my chest, syncing to mine in a ballad of longing and sorrow.
One of her hands releases the seat, moving to the center console, in search of
something. My brows jump in surprise when she produces a cigarette and my black lighter.
Then, she grabs my hands and places them on her backside. “You have until