Entwined With You

legs. My fingers fucking your soft, slick cunt.”
    Stepping closer to the car on shaky legs, I muttered, “You must have a death wish.”
    “I’d take my cock out and stroke it with my fist while I fingered you, get us both good and hot.”
    “Your lack of respect for this vehicle’s upholstery is appalling.” I settled into the driver’s seat and spent a minute figuring out how to move it forward.
    His voice rasped through the car’s sound system. “How does it feel?”
    It totally figured that he’d synced my burner phone to the car’s Bluetooth. Gideon always thought of everything.
    “Expensive,”I answered. “You’re crazy for letting me drive this.”
    “I’m crazy about
you
,” he replied, sending delight skipping through me. “LaGuardia is programmed in the GPS.”
    It made me feel good to know that coming home to see me had lightened his mood so much. I knew just how he felt. It meant a lot to know he felt the same way.
    I pulled up the GPS, then hit the button to put the transmission into drive. “You know what, ace? I want to blow you while you’re driving this thing. Throw a pillow across this center console here and suck your cock for
miles
.”
    “I’m going to take you up on that. Tell me how she feels.”
    “Smooth. Powerful.” I waved at the attendants as I eased out of the subterranean parking garage. “Very responsive.”
    “Just like you,” he murmured. “Of course, you’re my favorite ride.”
    “Aw, that’s sweet, baby. And you’re my favorite joystick.” I merged carefully into traffic.
    He laughed. “I better be your only joystick.”
    “But I’m not your only ride,” I pointed out, loving him so much in that moment because I knew he was looking out for me, making sure I was comfortable. Back in California, driving had been like breathing to me, but I hadn’t been behind the wheel of a car since I moved to New York.
    “You’re the only one I enjoy naked,” he said.
    “That’s real lucky for you, because I’m very possessive.”
    “I know.” His voice was filled with masculine satisfaction.
    “Where are you?”
    “At work.”
    “Multitasking, I’m sure.” I stepped on the gas and prayed as I cut across lanes. “What’s a little calming distraction for your girlfriend in the midst of world entertainment domination?”
    “I’d stop the world from spinning for you.”
    That silly line oddly touched me. “I love you.”
    “Likedthat one, did you?”
    I grinned, startled and pleased by his ridiculous sense of humor.
    I was hyperaware of my surroundings. There were signs in every direction prohibiting everything. Driving in Manhattan was a fast trip to nowhere. “Hey, I can’t turn left or right. I think I’m heading for the Midtown Tunnel. I could lose you.”
    “You’ll never lose me, angel,” he vowed. “Wherever you go, however far, I’ll be right here with you.”
    W HEN I spotted my dad outside the baggage claim area, I lost all the confidence Gideon had instilled in me since I’d left work. Dad looked drawn and haggard, his eyes reddened and his jaw shadowed by stubble.
    I felt the sting of tears as I walked toward him, but I blinked them back, determined to reassure him. Holding my arms open, I watched him drop his carry-on and then all the air left my lungs as he hugged me tightly.
    “Hi, Daddy,” I said, with a tremor in my voice I hoped he missed.
    “Eva.” His lips pressed hard to my temple.
    “You look tired. When’s the last time you slept?”
    “On the leg out of San Diego.” He pulled back and looked at me with gray eyes that were the same as mine. He searched my face.
    “Do you have more luggage?”
    He shook his head, still studying me.
    “Are you hungry?” I asked.
    “I grabbed something in Cincinnati.” Finally, he backed up and retrieved his bag. “But if you’re hungry … ?”
    “Nope. I’m good. But I was thinking we could take Cary out for dinner later, if you’re up for it. He went back to work today.”
    “Sure.” He paused with his bag in his hand, looking a bit lost and unsure.
    “Dad, I’m okay.”
    “
I’m
not. I want to hurt something and there’s nothing for me to hit.”
    That gave me an idea.
    Grabbing his hand, I started leading him out of the airport. “Hold that thought.”

12
    “H E’S REALLY MAKING Derek work for it,” Parker noted, wiping the light sheen of sweat off his shaved head with a hand towel.
    I turned to watch, seeing my father wrestling with the