He escorts her to the passenger seat as rain pours down on both of them, helping her into the mountain of a vehicle. His tattooed hands enclose her lower back, almost encompassing the entire girth of her waist, and if she has breathing issues from the realization that he's so much larger, she tries not to show it.
When he comes to sit in the driver's seat, his hair damp from the rain, raindrops falling into his eyes as he turns to face her, a proud smirk on his lips. "Don't look so pleased," she snarks, a tightness in her core she desperately tries to hide as she turns away.
He chuckles at that, running his fingers in his hair to shake off most of the wetness before leaning towards her. Her breath catches in her throat as he reaches over her head, his face inches away. "What are you doing?" she whispers, a droplet from his hair falling on her cheek and the air is instantly charged with tension.
He watches her for a beat, onyx eyes tracing her features before he smiles, a dangerous thing as it spreads across his features, making her shiver. "Strapping you in, baby girl," and then he pulls the seatbelt across her, pressing it into the holder with a loud 'click'.
He pulls back and she breathes, pulling her arm out of the seatbelt to press her nails in her palm, trying to quell the sudden heat rising in her. "How's your arm?" She eyes it as he starts to drive, pulling the car out of the track's boundaries.
"It's good as new, just needed cleaning, no stitches." Somehow she doubts that, but she doesn't comment. Not until they're on the highway and the rain starts to gain momentum.
"It's getting scary," Being afraid of thunder is an innate feature she hasn't yet been able to uninstall. She tries not to flinch when the first rumble graces the sky, more to come as the rain pelts harder.
A warm, tattooed hand wraps around her knee, his fingers gentle but clutching possessively as he caresses her knee. "It's okay, we're close to the city," they're not. The track is an hour away from the main city, and with the present conditions, there's no way they'll make it in two.
"You don't have to lie to reassure me," she comments, knees pressing together, trapping his hand in between as she looks out of the window. She curses her luck, wishing she had not relied on the company's car and just taken an Uber an hour ago.
"Hey, it's okay. I have a property ten minutes away. If the conditions get worse, we can stay there until the storm passes." His words ignite a fire under her skin, yet skepticism is her strongest forte. Doubt every man's intentions is her motto in life.
"What if you're a serial killer?" She frowns, turning to face him to find him squinting at the darkness, the visibility as clear as a blind person's vision. "Was this your plan all along? Take me to your property and chop me up?" She tries to add humor, but she's feeling anything but humorous. In between her fear of storms, the sexual tension, and his sudden suggestion, she is sort of spiraling.
"Baby, if I were a serial killer, I wouldn't have to take you to my property to commit the crime. Besides," he turns to her, onyx eyes intense as they trace her features, "you're too gorgeous to be chomped up," a wolfish grin that doesn't do anything to quell the anxiousness in her. Her stupid core pulsing in want, begging her to fill herself with him.
She sighs, slumping back. "Guess I have no choice," she says, her eyes closing as he chuckles, the low rumble making her skin erupt in goosebumps.
They make it to the property in thirty minutes, despite it being ten minutes away. It's a large cottage in the middle of the woods off the driveway, the structure of it a tasteful blend of modern and rustic. They run out of the vehicle when Drystan parks in front of the house, trying to avoid the arctic rain.
She's shivering when Drystan unlocks the front door to allow them inside, her leather coat doing nothing to provide warmth in the chilly cottage. Drystan turns the heat up, the interior coming to light to illuminate the large, rustic-style house.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Drystan chuckles as he peels his jacket off, his vest underneath soaked to his skin, and Skyler shivers at the sight. "Come in, I'll find us some dry clothes." He finds them in record time, bringing her a large, earthy green t-shirt with a pair of shorts. The color reminds her of Alexander's eyes.
and she frowns at the thought as she takes it from Drystan. Drystan must read her frown for disapproval because he rubs the back of his neck, shrugging. "I couldn't find anything that would fit you okayish since I'm three times your size. These are my best friends who like to hang out here on weekends."
She smiles graciously, shaking her head. "Oh no, these are perfect. Thank you," and then he's guiding her to the bathroom on the ground floor.
She doesn't shower; she can't with her mask on. But she takes most of the makeup off, leaving the red tint of her lips, and pours hot water on her legs in the shower to warm up.
She walks out only wearing the green shirt and her panties underneath, the shorts too big to fit her waist, but thankfully the shirt is big enough to reach her mid-thigh. She finds Drystan in the kitchen. "What are you making?" She asks, not allowing herself to feel awkward.
He looks up from the milk he's boiling; she feels her feet flatter when his gaze travels up her bare legs to the shirt hanging off her shoulder, the neckline too large on her. His gaze is intense when he meets her gaze and she feels her core pulse, folds dampening. "I take the shorts were too big," she nods, tongue-tied as he motions her forward. "I'm making hot chocolate, doll. Figured it'll help you warm up," His voice is deeper than ever, and her mouth waters for something more than hot chocolate.
"T-thank you," she mumbles stupidly as a warm mug of hot chocolate is thrust into her palms. She leans against the kitchen, serpent eyes wide as she sips on the beverage. "It's good," she practically moans at the first taste, her eyes closing.
"Yeah?" He's closer than he was a second ago and she opens her eyes to see him staring into her soul.
"Mhm," she hums, placing the mug aside as he allows him to crowd her into the counter. "Do you make hot chocolate for all the women you bring here?" She laughs, her voice lilting as he leans down, onyx eyes taking in her features.
"No, just the mysterious ones I pick up during storms." His voice is a low rumble that covers her skin in decadent waves, making her breath hitch despite the cool persona.
"There's nothing mysterious about me," she blinks up at him, her spine arching in an attempt to get closer. Despite the tension clogging her pores and his closeness, he's yet to touch her. The fathom touch of his hand on her knee earlier itching in hypersensitivity.
"I'd disagree, doll," he laughs, the smooth rumble making her heart lurch and she wonders why the attraction is so strong, her knees weak just from his proximity. "Do you wanna sit down?"
"Are you going to touch me?" She says before she can think it through, her cheeks warming under their silicone. "I mean-"
"Where do you want me to touch?" He hasn't moved an inch, leaning over her still yet the intensity of his presence makes her feel like he's under her skin.
"Here?" A gentle finger traces across her collarbone, the touch hot as he watches his finger move over the thin skin, see-through paper thin silicone undetected as his hand moves down, over her arched breast, rubbing her nipple through the shirt and her bra, "here?" She moans, eyes closing to savor the maddening touch, her hands gripping the counter behind her as his fingers move lower, under her shirt to tap her clit through her panties, "or here? Huh, doll?" She cries up at him, eyes misty for whatever reason as he rubs her clit in tight circles with his forefingers. e
Her knees go weak as she tries to hold herself up, his heat close but not flushed against her. "More," she begs but he is pulling back anyway, making her whine in longing as he pops those fingers in his mouth, licking her essence off them. "Drystan," she calls as he steps back.
"Gotta do better than that, baby girl," the smirk on his lips is cruel as he walks away and she groans, her mind slipping to an unfamiliar place.