Chapter 2

Sienna’s POV

The backseat was a fucking nightmare. Even more suffocating than I'd imagined.

Boxes were shoved everywhere, and I had to twist sideways just to fit, my knees practically jammed into the back of Kevin’s seat.

The second Grant climbed in, his massive frame swallowed whatever miserable empty space was left. He shifted once to settle in, then lifted those heavy, dark eyes to me.

"Come here."

"I can just squeeze next to the cooler..."

"Sienna." His voice was low, laced with that infuriating, calm authority that made it impossible to argue. "The boxes aren't stable. For your safety, I need you on my lap."

I ground my teeth together. After two agonizing seconds, I swung my legs over.

His large hand gripped my waist, while his other arm settled firmly at the base of my spine. With effortless strength, he practically hauled me onto his lap.

I let out a sharp gasp, losing my balance and tipping forward. My palms instinctively slammed flat against Grant’s chest to brace myself.

Beneath the tactical jacket, his chest was a wall of solid muscle. His body heat radiated through the fabric, burning so hot I practically snatched my fingers back.

"Careful," he murmured.

His arms tightened around me, locking me completely in place against his thick thighs. My back was plastered flush against his chest, and my legs were forced wide apart, straddling the outsides of his knees.

The space was so suffocatingly tight I couldn't even shift.

Grant’s strong jaw was hovering right above my shoulder, his warm breath fanning across the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Stop squirming."

I froze instantly, my voice coming out pathetic and tight. "Sorry... it’s just, this position is really awkward. Like, seriously uncomfortable."

He didn't reply right away.

Instead, a low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating right through my spine.

"You didn't seem this resistant outside the car. I thought you kids didn't care about things like this anymore."

"That was Kevin forcing it! I’m twenty-two years old, and suddenly I’m sitting like a toddler on... on an older man's lap. This is so weird."

Grant’s arms caged me in from both sides, his large palms settling firmly on my hips. The grip wasn't bruising, but it was absolute—there was no escaping it.

"There are no other options right now. The mountain road is rough. If you keep moving around, it’s only going to be worse for you."

His tone was calm, but offered zero room for negotiation.

At first, the sheer awkwardness was suffocating. But as the Jeep started climbing the actual mountain trails, the rhythmic bumping of the car and the thinning air outside started messing with my head.

Something else began to seep in.

The furnace-like heat of his chest, the steady, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, and the faint, masculine scent of his cedar cologne acted like an invisible shield. It completely cut us off from the rest of the world.

Kevin wouldn't shut the fuck up the entire drive. He babbled about fishing techniques and office gossip, occasionally tossing a questioning glance in the rearview mirror.

Grant barely engaged, replying with single, dismissive syllables.

Listening to them, my consciousness started to blur. The rocking of the mountain road was almost hypnotic. Before I knew it, I had melted entirely against his hard chest and fallen into a deep sleep.

A sudden jolt of the car snapped me awake.

When I opened my eyes, we were parked at some rundown gas station halfway up the mountain. Kevin was already out pumping gas. The engine was dead, and it was so quiet I could hear the wind howling outside.

I was still pinned in the exact same position.

Grant’s breathing was shallow and even; it seemed like he had his eyes closed, resting too. His heavy black jacket had been draped gently over my shoulders, blocking out the mountain chill.

Driven by some inexplicable, stupid urge, I relaxed my spine and leaned back just a fraction deeper into his embrace.

The absolute second my weight shifted backward, I felt it.

Scorching hot. Rock-hard. Pressing unapologetically against the cleft of my ass through our layers of denim.

My entire body went paralyzingly rigid.

Holy shit. Grant was hard.

My rational brain started screaming immediately: Impossible. He’s Kevin’s dad. I’m his son’s fucking girlfriend. This shouldn't be happening, and it definitely shouldn't be happening to me. What the hell is happening right now?

But the searing heat of his erection was terrifyingly real.

With every subtle breath he took, it twitched, silently demanding my attention. My heart was hammering so wildly I could hear it in my ears.

The pure, forbidden reality of it shot down my spine like a live wire. It made me terrified, but also... inexplicably, sickeningly turned on.

The driver's door jerked open. Kevin climbed back in and fired up the ignition.

"You awake? We've got a long stretch of shitty road left, hang in there."

"Yeah... I'm fine," I replied, hearing the pathetic tremble in my own voice.

Liar.

My brain was replaying the sensation on a loop, and my body was heating up against my will. This man, who was supposed to be completely off-limits, was physically reacting to me.

I took a deep, shaky breath and made a decision so insane it scared me.

Since Grant still seemed to be asleep, I’d just... get a little closer.

Using the momentum of the next sharp turn, I tilted my hips backward ever so slightly. I aligned the most sensitive part of my core directly over him, pressing down through the thin fabric of my skirt.

The friction was so stark it made my scalp prickle.

Suddenly, the dirt road gave way to a massive rut. The Jeep violently jolted.

I was thrown up off Grant's lap, only to crash heavily right back down.

In that devastating second, the thick, rigid shape of him was mapped perfectly against the softest, wettest part of me.

A bolt of electricity absolutely shattered my sanity.

I knew I couldn't stop.

I started to grind against him. Slow. Agonizingly slow, masking the motion with the bumps in the road.

The movements were tiny, but they were enough to drag his scorching length directly over the exact spot aching to be touched.

Fuck.

Kevin was sitting barely two feet away in the front seat, gripping the steering wheel, laser-focused on the treacherous mountain path. The roar of the engine and the crunching gravel drowned out everything.

He had absolutely no fucking clue what was happening right behind him.

I was completely drowning in the taboo, wicked pleasure of it. So much so that I didn't even notice the large hand resting on my hip had started to move.

It slid agonizingly slowly up the outside of my thigh.

It wasn't until a calloused palm slipped under the hem of my skirt, pressing directly against the bare, sensitive skin of my inner thigh, that my heart violently seized in my chest.

Grant had been awake the entire time.

He wasn't just awake. He knew exactly what the fuck I had been doing.

Just as I was about to freeze completely, Grant dipped his head. His lips brushed right against the shell of my ear.

His voice was a low, gravelly rasp, laced with dark amusement and a ruthless command that offered zero room for refusal.

"Don't stop. Keep going."