Page 21 of Gabbi's Goalie

"Because you have trust issues. Get your pretty ass in the truck."

Chapter Seven

Atlas

"Wouldyoustopside-seatdriving and leave me alone?" Gabbi says, grinning cheerfully as she zips in and out of traffic like a crazy person in my Challenger Hellcat. "You should be sleeping anyway."

"Not with you driving," I mutter. Either she's been fucking with me intentionally all day or she really does treat the road like her own personal racetrack when she's behind the wheel. I have a feeling the answer is a little of both. She's far too comfortable driving like a maniac…which she's been doing for the past few hours.

"You're speeding again."

"I'm going 70!"

"The speed limit is 65."

She shoots me a death glare. "You are the worst passenger ever, just in case no one ever told you. Next time, we're taking my car so you can't complain."

"There won't be a next time, Temptation. My new goal in life is to never need you to drive me anywhere ever again," I say wryly. "Matter of fact, my new goal in life is to make sure you never drive anywhere ever again, period. How many accidents have you been in?"

"None."

"Liar."

"Fine. One."

"Try again."

"Three, but one was only half my fault."

"How is half of an accident your fault?" I ask, truly mystified how that's possible. I unzip my bag while waiting for her to answer and grab a neck pillow. If she's going to kill me, I might as well be comfortable when I die. "That's like saying half a murder is your fault."

"I mean, maybe it is." She shrugs. "How should I know? I've never murdered anyway. Would you like to let me test your theory on you?"

She's definitely fucking with me now.

This is going to be a helluva long drive if she keeps being this goddamn cute and feisty. Erections aren't supposed to last longer than four hours. This is day three. At this point, fucking her is necessary for the survival of my cock.

"Explain, Temptation."

"A car was trying to merge in traffic and side swiped me. I freaked out a little bit and swerved into another car. So see? Only half of that one is my fault."

"I'm not even going to ask about the other two," I mutter.

"I ran over an old lady and then took out a store front."

I can't tell if she's joking or not. She sounds serious. And then she laughs, letting me know she's fucking with me again.

"You look like you're thinking about jumping out right now."

"Considered it," I admit. "But if you freaked out and swerved into another car merging into traffic, I'm guessing having me launch my big ass out of this car would end in a catastrophe. I happen to like my car with all the pieces attached."

"It is a nice car." She strokes the steering wheel like it's a damn cat.

Huh. My girl has a thing for cars. As soon as she saw this one, she fell in love. That makes two of us. With the car and with her. I'm guessing she's not ready to hear that last part though, so I keep it to myself for now. I will be fucking her on the hood as soon as humanly possible though. It's moved to the top of my fuck-it list. I didn't even have one of those until I met her, now there are about eighty different ways and places I want to fuck her on it. "It is a nice car. Let's keep it that way."

"Fine. I suppose I'll stop torturing you now." She slows ever so slightly and flips the blinker on to get in the right lane. "Happy now, Spoilsport?"

"Thrilled," I say, deadpan.