past the off-ramp as if his life depended on it, but he knew in his heart that wasn’t an option. His brother was counting on him to pick up their grandmother’s necklace. God knew how many times Nate had already disappointed Jace in this lifetime, and he refused to do it again.
“What kind of detour?” Lilly sounded worried. “How long will it take?”
“Not long.” Not if he could help it. He didn’t intend to spend a second longer in Cedar Springs than he had to. There were way too many ghosts lurking around every corner. He’d grab the necklace and get the hell out of Dodge. They’d be back on the interstate within the hour.
Flicking on his blinker, he veered to the right to take the exit.
“Watch out!”
He jerked the wheel to take a hard right, frantically looking over his shoulder for the source of Lilly’s meltdown. Judging by the ear-piercing pitch of her scream, anyone would have assumed he’d nearly run down a bus full of kindergartners. Tires skidded as he fought to get control of the fishtailing truck. Lilly yelped. Something sizzling hot and wet spilled down the side of his leg.
He cursed as they swung onto the exit. “Son of a bitch!”
He grabbed at his jeans to pull the scalding wet fabric away from his skin. God damn it! He’d known stopping for that coffee was going to bite him in the ass. Now he had a hangover, no coffee, and third-degree burns.
“What the hell are you doing?” Lilly pushed her hair back from her face and clutched her chest as he straightened the truck on the road.
“You screamed to watch out! You made me think I was going to hit somebody!”
“I said to watch out . I didn’t say to roll the freaking truck.” She huffed. “Are you trying to get us killed?”
He stepped on the brake but the pedal didn’t budge. “No. But keep talking, and I might reconsider.”
“You need to slow down. The speed limit dropped to thirty-five back there.”
“That would be a great plan”—he reached down under his legs and the truck nearly swerved off the road—“if my coffee cup wasn’t stuck under the damn brake pedal. I can’t reach it. You want to give me a hand here?”
She eyed the floorboards warily, her eyes drifting over his lap…no doubt thinking about just how up close and personal she was going to have to get to reach the cup. He was thinking about it too, despite his best efforts not to. With that kiss still fresh in his mind, it was impossible not to think how close she was going to be to the hard-on he’d been sporting since they’d left the truck stop.
“Anytime this week, Lil.” Damn . He had survived a helicopter crash and two tours in A-stan that would’ve had most grown men pissing their pants and running home crying to Mama. How fucking embarrassing would it be if a Flying Pig Truck Stop coffee cup was finally the thing to take him out?
Lilly finally scooted across the seat and bent over his lap. Her long hair draped over his legs and he sucked in a sharp breath. This…was not going to work. Her cheek brushed his thigh and he cursed. With her taste still fresh in his mind, his dick considered this a call to stand at attention, and there was nothing he could do about it. For fuck’s sake, he wasn’t a saint. He was a man. And with her ass stuck up in the air and her face between his—
“Almost…”
She wiggled and his gaze drifted to her hips. He threw his arm over the back of the seat and fisted the jacket hanging over it. All the blood in his body was headed south, and if she kept this up there wouldn’t be any left north of the border to keep him going. The light pressure she was unintentionally applying to his cock was driving him insane. Her head slipped between his legs, beneath the steering wheel, and he bit back a groan.
A car accident wasn’t going to kill him. A massive heart attack was.
“Got it!”
Her head slid back up into his lap and he shoved his hips backward into the seat, fighting the urge to thrust