Page 46 of Deadmen's Queen

“He didn't send me, I volunteered,” I said, grinning at her. “And I’m very glad I did, as it meant I got to see you looking this stunning before he did.”

She smiled, but for once didn’t try to sidestep the compliment, and I felt a flutter of hope that we might finally be getting through to her.

“You look pretty good yourself,” she said softly. “Who knew you shined up that well?”

I laughed. In my social circle, dinner jackets were weekly outfits, and there were plenty of pictures of me in the press or society magazines wearing them. I was kind of glad she clearly hadn’t seen them though, as I usually had a different girl on each arm. I’d never had one as beautiful as her.

I reached down and switched on the music player, picking a singer I knew we both liked. Soft crooning filled the car, and Paige settled back into her seat, as I pulled out onto the motorway.

She wasn’t in a chatty mood, but it didn’t feel strained. She seemed tired, and I got the feeling this was the most relaxed she’d been all week. I’d scanned her back and arms for bruises, but hadn’t seen any, so I hoped she was just unhappy being away from her painting. And yes, ok, maybe us too. I wanted to know if she’d missed me, the way I’d missed her, but for once, I didn’t want to ask, in case she said she hadn’t.

My mind raced as I drove, stealing the odd glance her way, wondering if maybe she was thinking about me too. I had made up my mind that I was being stupid, and she was clearly thinking of other things, when I felt her hand settle on my leg.

“I know I shouldn’t say this,” she said quietly, not looking at me. “I know this isn’t… for real… but I’ve really missed you Tristan.”

I couldn’t help it. I looked over at her and grinned like a loony.

“I’ve really missed you too, sunshine.”

She looked over, and gave me a smile that had my heart skipping and my whole body warming.

“Really?”

“Really. It’s nice being home with Rosa and everyone, but God I missed you.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned over, laying her head on my shoulder, and she started to move her hand, stroking my thigh gently. I lifted my hand, stroking softly over her hair, careful not to disturb the clip, and she sighed. It was lovely, and it felt good having her close again, but I’m a red blooded male, and after a few minutes of her hand stroking my thigh, side effects began to occur.

I shifted a little in my seat, and she sat up.

“Sorry, am I making it hard to drive?”

“Not at all, just um…” What the hell did I say?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just I haven’t seen you for a week, and before that you were quite busy catching up with classes, and you spent time in the gym and with Bast, but I didn’t see you much…” I was rambling. Why was I rambling? It was never hard for me to talk to girls, but then, I was starting to realise that Paige wasn’t just any girl now. She meant something. I sighed.

“I’m sorry. You look hot as hell, and you were stroking my leg, and now I’m really fucking hard.”

She looked at me for a moment, and I actually fucking blushed. I would give any God up there thanks that it was dark and she couldn’t see it. Instead, she grinned, and slid her hand further up my leg.

“Is that so?” Her fingers slid down between my legs, stroking along my inner thigh and I sucked in my breath.

“It’s an hour’s drive, Paige. Men have died from being hard for a lot less time with no relief.”

She laughed. “Well, I’d hate to be responsible for your death, Tristan.”

Her hand moved higher, cupping my balls through my thin trousers and I groaned.

“Fuck, Paige.” I shifted sliding a little further down in my seat so she had better access. She moved up, gripping my cock through my trousers and if I thought I was hard before, I was wrong. Thank fuck for cruise control.

“Who knew car journeys could be so much fun?” She said, and there was a wicked twinkle in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. I loved it.

I tried to focus on the road ahead, but then I felt her hand move upwards, unbuckling my belt, and undoing my trousers. My heart pounded as her fingers slipped down under my boxers and I barely managed to keep the car on the lane as she pulled me free from the confinements of my trousers.

I took in a sharp breath as her cool fingers wrapped around me, sending shivers up my spine. She began moving her hand in steady strokes up and down while I fought to maintain control over both myself and the car. I wanted to pull over by the side of the road right then and there but I didn't.

“Drive faster,” she whispered into my ear, her hot breath making my skin prickle with anticipation.