Chapter 4

Bobby covers my open fly with his hand and sighs. “Amber, we’re sort of busy here.”

“Ryan’s driving,” she says, as if we don’t know, “and since Ican’t do anything until he pulls over, I’m going to make damn sure that youtwo don’t do anything, either.” Widening her eyes, she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know who’s out here, don’t you?”

My blood is singing in my ears, Bobby’s rubbing small circles into the front of my briefs, I’ve got him in hand jeans or not, and I’m not even sure where Iam at the moment…does she honestly expect an answer? Apparently she does, because she slaps Bobby’s hand away from my crotch and whines, “Come on, stop it! Listen to me!”

Into my neck, Bobby mumbles, “You stop it.” His hand returns to my open fly. “Tell your boy-toy to pull over already. Some of us don’t have balls of steel, you know. I can’t hold it all night.”

She frowns at him and turns her attention to me. “You’ve heard of the Jersey Devil, right? What’s your name again?”