When The Wrong One Loves You Right

Highway to Hell

Phillip knew what he was doing when he handed me the key to his car. I had been too pissed off during the drive to temple to really appreciate the fine leather seats and the German engineering. It was truly a beautiful car and I have to admit I was envious. I was also highly suspicious of how he got it, but I wasn't going to ask questions. I paid no attention to him as he slid into the passenger seat next to me, one of his broad shoulders brushing mine. I ran my hands around the steering wheel, and then turned the key. Unlike my Hummer this morning, the Porsche purred to life.

Phillip leaned closer to me. "Be gentle with the clutch, sweetheart...wouldn't want you to stall out your first time."

I shoved him away with a grimace. "Stay in your lane, big boy. I know what I'm doing."

As soon as we were on the road, I shifted to second, then down to third as smooth as silk. I smiled to myself listening to the engine and transmission talking to each other as I made the transition and gently accelerated. I hummed in appreciation as the car reached sixty in less than five seconds. I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face and I bit my lip, enjoying myself immensely.

As we cruised out of the suburbs and the houses became more and more scarce, I downshifted, pushing the Porsche to seventy. Churches, cemeteries, and gated estates flew by and gave way to rural two lane roads, perfect for the kind of driving I had in mind. I avoided the main highways and for a moment forgot who was with me. 

"I knew you'd like it if you gave it a chance," Phillip murmured suggestively in my ear, his hand finding its way to my bare knee.

I had a feeling he wasn't just talking about the car. I shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay."

Phillip laughed at my dismissive tone. "You're such a fraud, Cameron."

I arched an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?" I asked severely.

"It's alright," he went on. "I'm onto you anyway. It's a defense mechanism. You live in a state of perpetual denial."

I pretended to be impressed. "Hmmm, that's very good, Phillip. Did you get that from your therapist? The one you were sleeping with?"

I felt rather than saw his eyes narrow at me and his lips turn down in a slight pout. Then he seemed to perk up a little. "Anyway, it's more reliable than that tank you drive."

"Well, I haven't tampered with your car..."

He grinned. "Are you still going on about that?"

I smiled tightly. "I've cooled off a little, Phillip. After all, I know you're a smooth operator and I suspect that my Hummer will be just fine when I get home." I glanced at him with a knowing smile. "Won't it?"

The hand on my knee squeezed gently as Phillip looked down at it. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said distractedly.

I shuddered at his touch but kept my eyes on the road as I reached down to slap his hand away. "Hands to yourself!"

He smiled but didn't moved his hand, my slap as ineffective as a flea bite on an elephant. "Hands on the wheel, little show-off. Wanna see how good your concentration is."

His lips were near my ear and I gasped as he planted a soft kiss near the pulse in my throat. I swallowed nervously. 

"If you don't want us to stall out, you'd better stop that," I said huskily.

Phillip laughed softly. "You won't stall out. If you do, you owe me," he whispered, then gently took my earlobe between his teeth. 

"Christ!" I shrieked. "Owe you what?" My eyebrows drew angrily together.