Chapter 3
Chloe’s POV
Twenty minutes later the highway had smoothed out a bit but the tension in my body had only gotten worse.
Zane’s c**k was still rock hard between my ass cheeks, throbbing steadily against me with every small movement of the car.
I was trying to breathe normally when I felt his right hand shift on my hip.
“Zane what are you doing,” I whispered quickly, eyes darting to the front where Mom and Derek were still singing along to the radio and chatting loudly between songs.
His hand didn’t stop. It slid under the hem of my short summer dress, fingers tracing slowly up my bare inner thigh.
The touch was warm and rough, sending little shocks straight to my already soaked p***y.
“Shh, just relax,” he murmured right against my ear, voice low and cocky.
“They’re too
