"Rob, do you have a problem?"
He glanced at her and then back at the road. "Don't worry about it," he said shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Erin glanced over her shoulder at the two sleeping boys in the back seat making certain they were still out. "I can help you with that," she offered in a husky voice as she slid across the space between them. Leaning in she reached between his legs and rubbed the hard-on she could see straining against his pants. "Mmm, impressive," she complimented him. "The road is very kind."
"Babe!" he hissed quietly. "Now is not the time."
She pouted and moved even closer so she could whisper in his ear. "But I'm horny, Rob," she complained in a silky voice. Her hand continued to rub him and despite his protest he lifted himself into her touch.
"Jesus, pregnancy makes you crazy, do you know that?" he gasped as she touched him in just the right way. "You are even worse this time around." He took a deep cleansing breath and pulled her hand away from him. "Now is not the time," he repeated.
Even in the dark he could see Erin had that look in her eye. The one that told him she was not going to give up. She touched her mouth to his neck and licked slowly up to his ear before gently biting his lobe. It was a move she knew from experience drove him absolutely crazy and as he automatically reacted she used his lack of focus to pull her hand from his. This time the stroke she gave him was so hard he gasped in pleasure.
"I want to suck you off," she whispered quietly into his ear.
Rob's eyes darted to the rearview mirror and he checked to make certain his sons were still sleeping. "Baby you know I want you to," he whispered back. He fought against it because, God help him, he did want it; he wanted it badly. "But it has to wait."
"I'm tired of waiting," she pouted. She altered her stroke to include a strong squeeze and he twitched eagerly in her hand. "Promise me, Rob. Promise me I don't have to wait much longer."
"I promise," he said although he wasn't sure it was the truth. "Please, Baby, not now." He needed her to stop, she had to stop because he was seconds away from relinquishing control over his body.
Erin trailed her hand slowly up his body before she pulled away from him. Settling back in her seat she slipped her hand into his and began to trace a slow path around his palm with one teasing finger.
Rob slowed for a red light and the change in movement brought some life to the back seat. "Are we there yet?" Matthew asked sitting up and looking out the window at the dark streets outside.
Rob gave his wife an 'I told you so' look and tried to sound normal as he answered his eldest son. "About another twenty minutes, Bub. Did you have a good nap?"
"I guess," Matthew agreed. "How come we didn't just spend another night in Orlando?"
"We could have," Erin answered calmly even while she continued to tease Rob with her light touch. "But then we would have missed the alligator tour in the Everglades tomorrow. I thought we had agreed that was worth a drive after a long day."
"Oh yeah!" Matthew said suddenly much more content with the car ride. "I forgot about that. How big do the gators get again, Erin?"
"The average male is 360 kilograms and is approximately four meters long."
"Wow, thirteen feet?" Matthew wondered as he did the math to convert her answer. "They grow 'em big down here," he laughed.
Erin stared at Rob's crotch and licked her lips. "Yes, they certainly do."
Chuckling Rob raised her hand to his lips. "Soon," he promised her.
"What?" Matt asked from behind him.
"I said we'll be there soon," Rob lied.
They reached the hotel a short time later and they climbed wearily from the car. It had been a long, fun-filled trip but after two days at the Disney park and a long drive south they were all a little weary. None more so than the temporarily youngest member of their growing family who had passed out after dinner and had barely moved a muscle since. His mother smiled as she looked at him asleep in his car seat knowing there was no way little Henry was going to wake up.
"I'll get Hank," Rob said reaching to open the rear door. Matthew stepped out on his side and Rob caught his eye. "Help Erin," he ordered. "Carry the heavy bags so she doesn't have to."
"I got it, Dad," the pre-teen said scathingly. "I'm a gentleman you know."
"Thank you, Matthew," Erin said draping her hand over his shoulder and kissing his brow. She followed him to the back of the car absently rubbing the flat stomach that continued to hide her current pregnancy. She reached for a bag and her stepson brushed her hand away before she could lift the heavy bag.
"You trying to get me in trouble?" he joked.
Erin laughed and lifted a much smaller bag and then Henry's child-sized suitcase. "That better?" she asked.
"Much, thank you." He manfully lifted the heavy suitcases from the trunk and then closed the lid. Wheeling them he followed Erin into the hotel. Rob was waiting for them juggling several items including one deep sleeping three-year-old.
"Rob, let me help," Erin offered as she saw him shifting his grip on her laptop and their son at the check in counter.
"He weighs a ton, Baby," Rob said shaking his head as they entered the elevator. "I'll carry him."
