Chapter 7: Chapter 7

VADA

“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked, buckling my seatbelt.

“We’re gonna check out a 1956 Lincoln Capri,” Jake said. “It’s been sitting in a barn for decades.”

“Do you really think there will be anything salvageable?”

“It’s been protected from the elements, so I’m hoping we leave with some decent parts. We have a ’fifty-six Capri coming in for restoration when we get back, so we really need to pick this car clean.”

“Why not just take the whole car?”

“Unless it’s in pristine condition, which I highly doubt, it wouldn’t be worth the expense to have it shipped back to the shop.”

“And we aren’t in the business of selling classic cars,” Evan informed me. “We restore other people’s cars.”

“I know that, Evan,” I snapped, sticking my tongue out at him.

“I saw that, Vada,” he said.

“Good.”

“I’m glad to see you’ve matured,” he muttered.

“And you’re still an uptight bore. Maybe you should consider seeing a proctologist about that pickle wedged up your ass.”

“That’s enough,” Garrett warned, clapping his hands together. “Let’s play a game.”

“Great idea, Garrett,” Evan agreed. “How about we start with some I Spy?”

“Seriously?” I snorted. “Are we five?”

“Some of us have the behavior and maturity of a five-year-old,” he retorted.

“What game would you suggest, Vada?” Garrett asked, turning around in the passenger seat.

Evan was driving that day, which meant the four-hour drive would probably take six. He refused to go over the speed limit.

“How about we each pick a different type of car,” I suggested. “And whenever we see one, the person who has that car has to remove an item of clothing.”

“Do you ~want~ to get arrested again?” Evan asked, shaking his head.

“The windows are tinted,” Jake said. “Nobody can see back here.”

“They can see us up here.”

“Well, you can’t play because you’re driving,” I said. “And because you’re no fun. But Garrett can come back here and play.”

“Move into the middle, sweetheart,” Jake suggested.

I scooched over, making room for Garrett. He leaned down, planting a firm kiss on my lips before he sat down.

“You need to keep your seatbelts on,” Evan warned.

“Yes, Dad!” we chimed.

“I wanna add a twist,” Jake announced. “You don’t get to pick your own car. Since Evan can’t play, he gets to pick our cars.”

“Great idea!” Garrett agreed.

“I can get on board with that,” Evan said, glaring at me in the rearview mirror.

“~Great~ idea, Jake,” I muttered. “He’s gonna give me a Dodge Caravan, or something like that. I’ll be naked before we hit the Georgia state line.”

“The other players can challenge it if they think the car is too common,” Garrett said.

“Fair enough,” Evan agreed. “Let me think for a few minutes.”

“How come Garrett got a kiss, and I didn’t?” Jake whispered.

“Did you want one?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do.”

I leaned over and brushed my lips against his.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured, cradling the back of my head. “I want a ~real~ kiss. Like the ones you gave Garrett last night.”

“How do you know about that?”

“There are no secrets between us,” Evan explained. “That’s essential for the survival of a polyandrous relationship.”

“I see.”

“Are you ready to play?” Evan asked.

“Not until I get a real kiss,” Jake declared, and our lips met as he took control. His tongue parted my lips, his fingers tangling in my hair while he ravaged my mouth with a hungry kiss.

The demanding tone of his kiss had my knees trembling and my pussy gushing.

I was an independent woman, but I harbored secret fantasies about being controlled by a man in the bedroom. And the thought of being held down while ~three~ sexy guys had their way with me?

~Hot~.

Even if one of them was a man who got on my last nerve.

“Earth to Vada,” Garrett chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said with a shaky laugh.

He leaned around me to address Jake. “How wet do you think her panties are?”

“They’re definitely dripping,” Jake replied.

“I would have to agree, my friend,” he said.

“Are we playing this game or what?” Evan barked.

“Yes,” Garrett said. “I think we need to include make, model, ~and~ color.”

“I second that,” Evan concurred. “We want it to be challenging.”

“I just wanna get Vada naked,” Jake admitted.

“Jake, your car is a blue Chevrolet Suburban,” Evan announced. “Garrett has a red Toyota Corolla, and Vada will have a white VW Bug.”

“Really, Evan?” Jake sighed. “Isn’t the idea of this game to get Vada naked?”

“I thought it was a way to pass the time on the road,” he said.

“It is. And if she’s naked, there’s a whole lot of ways to pass the time.”

“You might be surprised how many white bugs are out there,” Evan said. “I’ve already seen two this morning. That’s why I picked that car for her.”

“Go Evan!” Garrett chuckled.

Evan glanced briefly in the mirror, his dark eyes burning into mine with unmistakable lust.

He wanted to fuck me.

It made no sense. We didn’t get along. I had no idea why he’d agreed to any of this. There was no love lost between us.

Did I want to fuck him?

My aching pussy said ~yes~.

This entire situation was ~messed up~.

“Red Corolla coming up in the passing lane,” Evan announced.

“Why didn’t I wear a hat today?” Garrett grumbled, kicking off one of his sandals.

We crossed into Georgia before we saw another vehicle on our list, a second red Corolla.

“What’s with all the red Corollas?” Garrett sighed, removing his other sandal.

“Um, there’s three VWs coming up beside us,” Jake said. “And two are white.”

“There is not!” I laughed, leaning over him to look out the window.

“There most certainly is,” Evan said smugly.

“What are the odds?” I muttered, kicking off my sneakers.

“She’s wearing socks,” Garrett groaned.

“Too bad, boys,” I said. “What are the chances we’ll see any more? And even if we do, I’ve got two socks to get rid of.”

“Oh, I think we will ~definitely~ see more,” Evan said with an evil smirk.

Sure enough, another white bug passed us a few minutes later. I leaned over and removed one of my socks.

“Why are there so many of those cars on the highway today?” Garrett wondered.

“Oh, right,” Evan said with feigned surprise. “I forgot all about that.”

“Forgot what?” I asked.

“There’s a VW Bug show in Valdosta today.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. That’s unfortunate for you, Vada.”

“You rat bastard!”

“What’s the big deal?” he asked. “The game was your idea. I presume you wanted to strip for us, or you wouldn’t have suggested it.”

“There’s another one,” Garrett said quietly.

I ripped off my other sock, flinging it at Evan’s head.

“You shouldn’t throw things at the driver, Vada,” he lectured.

“Fuck you, Evan.”

“You don’t have to take your shirt off, Vada,” Garrett said when another white bug appeared. “We would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. It’s only your second day with us.”

“Um, excuse me,” Evan interjected. “The game was her idea. She knew there was a possibility she would have to get naked.”

“I’m not afraid to get naked,” I said, pushing my T-shirt up and over my head. “Stare at my tits all you want, Evan. They’re fabulous.”

“They certainly are,” Jake whispered, moving my hair before leaning in to press a light kiss below my ear.

“I second that,” Garrett said, dropping a trail of kisses over my bare shoulder.

“There must be an accident or construction ahead,” Evan muttered as the traffic slowed to a stop.

There was a semi in front of us, eliminating any chance of someone seeing what was going on through the windshield.

Jake caressed my bare belly, his fingers trailing along the waistband of my shorts before skating up my rib cage. Garrett mimicked his movements on the other side.

Their hands cupped my breasts. I squirmed in my seat while they rubbed my nipples through my bra.

Evan watched in the mirror. Our eyes met, locking in a sizzling embrace while Jake and Garrett played with my breasts.

“I bet you wish you were back here,” I taunted.

“If I were back there, you wouldn’t have any clothes on,” he growled. “You’d be on your back with your legs open, taking my cock. And I’m not gentle like my friends. Keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

I swallowed noisily, struggling to keep my composure so he wouldn’t know his promise turned me on. I never would’ve guessed Evan would be the one who could deliver the kind of fucking I craved.

But he was probably full of shit. Evan had “missionary man” written all over him. He was boring and practical.

The traffic started moving again.

Evan returned his eyes to the road while Jake and Garrett brought their mouths into the mix, sucking on my pebbled nipples through the thin lace on the front of my bra.

“There’s a big accident,” Evan advised. “Lots of cops. Probably best to put those tits away.”

“We’ll continue this later,” Jake promised.

“Lucky bastard,” Garrett muttered.

“Why is he lucky?” I asked, yanking my T-shirt over my head.

“We’re staying at a bed & breakfast tonight,” Evan said. “The owners are two elderly ladies. Somehow I don’t think they’d approve of three men and one woman sharing a room.

“And they don’t have any rooms with two beds. I thought it was just simpler to say one of us was your husband.”

“What’s this place called?”

“The Needlework Inn.”

I pulled out my phone and googled the place. “Why would you wanna stay at a place like this?” I asked, scrolling past photos of two white-haired grannies knitting.

“This doesn’t seem like an appropriate place for three men and a young, innocent girl. They’re gonna call the cops.”

“You’re not young,” Evan snorted. “And you’re far from innocent.”

“I’m twenty-four,” I protested. “That’s young compared to you guys.”

“Ouch,” Jake said.

“And you don’t know anything about my innocence, Evan,” I bit out.

“I know it’s long gone, sweetheart.”

“Jake won the coin toss,” Garrett said. “You’re his wife.”

“Why don’t we just stay in a hotel?”

“The car we’re looking at is in the middle of nowhere,” Evan said. “The Needlework Inn is the only place nearby. We may need two days there to strip this car.”

“What about you and Garrett? You guys are gonna sleep in the same bed?”

“What’s the big deal? We’ve seen each other naked. And we don’t sleep naked unless there’s a girl between us.

“We aren’t gay. But when you share women, you have a unique bond with your partners. While we don’t perform sex acts on each other, we perform them on women at the same time.”

“Good to know.”

“I’m looking forward to sharing a bed with you tonight, Mrs. Edwards,” Jake whispered.

“I talk in my sleep.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve been told.”

“By your boyfriends?”

“Yes. And my roommate.”

“She can hear you from her room?” he asked. “How loud do you talk?”

“Sometimes we have sleepovers.”

“Grown women have sleepovers?” Evan scoffed. “How silly. Next you’re going to tell me you have pillow fights and make prank phone calls.”

“Not exactly,” I laughed. “We aren’t twelve.”

“I have four older sisters,” he reminded me. “I’m quite familiar with the slumber party.”

“Well, Evan,” I said. “Did your sisters eat pussy and fuck each other with dildos at their sleepovers?”

“Excuse me?” he bellowed, slamming on the brakes when the traffic slowed again, almost rear-ending the compact car in front of us.

“I’m bisexual.”