Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
“No. I’m fucking driving.”
“Just try.”
Groaning, he tries to poke the phone with his left foot, and the SUV swerves slightly.
“Okay, no, stop doing that,” I order. “Focus on driving. I’ll do it.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and crawl over his lower body. My hand begins wiggling around in the vicinity of his calves. The car swerves again.
“Pay attention to the road!”
“Trying to,” he grinds out. “But you keep bumping my leg.”
I bend over as far as I can, until my head is squished in Hunter’s lap. I stretch out my arm again, and—yes! My fingers collide with the phone and I swiftly close a fist around it.
“Got it!” I announce, and then I move to sit up and—
I can’t.
“Demi,” Hunter orders. “Move.” The car rocks slightly to the right.
I try to lift my head again, and a jolt of pain shoots through my ear. “Oh my God,” I wail. “I told you. I fucking told you.”
“Told me what? Jesus, get up—”
“I can’t!” My voice is muffled against the fly of his jeans. “My earring is stuck.”
“Stuck on what?”
“On you! On your jeans! I don’t know what.” The position I’ve found myself in has my head wrenched to the side, so all I can see is Hunter’s knees, and his foot on the gas pedal. Rather than attempt an escape, I keep my head planted flat on his thigh.
“Try to unsnag yourself,” he pleads.
I refuse to budge. “No. It’ll rip my earlobe off, Hunter.”
“It won’t.”
“It will.” Honest-to-God tears well up in my eyes.
He growls in frustration. “It’s not gonna rip your—fuck, you know what, hold on. Let me pull over,” he says.
And that’s when we hear the sirens.
21
Hunter
This is a disaster. I’m getting pulled over by the cops, and Demi’s head is stuck in my lap. She’s draped over me like a blanket, her face inches from my crotch, and I know that the second the officer reaches the driver’s side window, he’s going to think…
Jesus Chris, he’s going to think she’s blowing me.
“Why did they pull us over?” she hisses.
“Must’ve seen us swerving all over the road.” Shit, this is a nightmare.
I shut off the engine. As I wait for the cop to approach the window, I make a frantic attempt to pry Demi off me.
“Ow!” she wails.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I’m trying to get you free.” Her earring is caught, all right, but I’m not sure on what.
I think it’s one of my belt loops? But how the hell did it get embedded like that? Maybe it snagged on a thread? I’m not making a lick of progress, and every time I try to tug the hoop free, Demi whimpers in pain. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it, but…she might lose that ear.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Someone’s coming,” she whispers as footsteps thump on the pavement.
“License and regist—“ The police officer stops midsentence.
I sigh in resignation.
“What in the hell is going on here? Sit up, Miss,” he commands. “Now, please.”
“I can’t!” moans Demi.
The cop’s stern eyes fix on me. “I’m going to need you and your girlfriend to get out of the car and place both your hands on the hood.”
“I’m not his girlfriend,” Demi says, as if that’s our most pressing concern, being mistaken for a couple.
“We can’t,” I answer through gritted teeth.
“Look, kid, I realize this is a cool thing you college boys like to do—”
A cool thing we do?
“—but lewd behavior is grounds for arrest. Not only that, you were driving recklessly and endangering other drivers.”
I peer out the windshield at the dark and completely empty road. “What other drivers? There’s nobody here but us. A single car hasn’t driven by since you pulled us over.”
“And we’re not being lewd,” Demi protests. “I’m stuck!”
“Stuck,” he echoes dubiously.
I sigh. “She dropped her phone and tried to pick it up, and now she’s stuck.”
“Stuck,” he says again. Then he shakes his head as if deciding he doesn’t want to buy what we’re selling. “Miss, this is the last time I’m going to ask—please sit up.”
“I can’t.”
The officer reaches for his belt.
“Jesus!” I blurt out. “You don’t need your weapon!”
“What weapon!” Demi starts wiggling in my lap, renewed in her efforts to set herself free.
If the officer wasn’t there and it was the two of us, all that wild undulating would summon a heated response out of my dick. But the cop is here, so my dick is limp and I’m seconds away from breaking out in manic laughter. Which won’t go over well with the increasingly irritated officer.
Turns out, he was only reaching for a radio. “I’m going to need some backup on Ninth Line and Highway Forty-eight. Suspects were pulled over for reckless driving and performing oral sex while in a moving vehicle and are now resisting arrest.” Static crackles.
“I’m not performing oral sex!” Demi growls. “Trust me, I would love to perform oral sex on him, but he’s celibate.”