ned tightly, as the turn was so sharp. "Where?" was all I could as

ing no room for me to question him. We shifted into a stronge

," I said, slightly hoping he would re

that the tension went out of his shoulders. His grip on the wheel relaxed, and his arms came down to rest by his sides as he

t of him that seemed familiar, as if it were a déjà-vu feeling, I knew I didn't know him from Adam. There was a dangerous side of him; a controlling

who lived outside those bounds was fascinating. This was a much smaller road than the highway, packed with dirt, not pavement. The further we got away from the water, the more the trees grew up around us. A shiver crept up my spine. I was about to speak up, if only meekly, to ask how much further we were going. Before I could, the truck ambled into a large moonlit opening that exte

could see. It was at least three stories from ground level, with two levels of bay windows jutting out of the front. White brick framed the porch and window sills, a classy addition to the light colored vinyl siding. I didn't think they built houses in this style anymore. This house

in the driveway, shut off the e

me with getting a few things out of the back.

I hopped out and shut the

s the last of his worries. He went to the back and unfastened a tarp that covered s

en weight pulling down on the front, and it was half unzipped. I fell in step behind him on our way to the door. I couldn't help myself and peaked inside the bag. All I could see was part of a thick rop

the basement. He was looking back at me again with that possessive look that ma

f I thought I was going to get left in here. On the other side of the room, he turned an unexpected corner and started up a flight of carpeted stairs. One loud

his keys down on an antique white marble entry-way table. The slight crumble of the marble gave it character, instead of making it look cheap. I was immediately embarrassed for my shabby appearance. I was wearing just a hoodie and sweat pants which were soaked through to the bone, with my hair, clothes, and shoes dripping all over the hardwood floor. He was

rted to ask, bu

chen floor, drowning out the thumps of my pounding heart. I could enjoy a great view of his backside without fear of him catching me staring. His shoulder and back muscle

ely thrown me off guard. He never tried to turn on the lights, and I felt it would be too forward to do so myself

ng in his refrigerator, without not

a beer would b

sing me one unexpecte

ottom of the hoodie up with such force that I let out a startled yelp. It almost seemed erotic to me, but I tried to shut such thoughts out of my mind. He was much too masculine, t

rmured, almost too

removing my sweater, the crack of my bubble butt was showi