24. Take responsibility

MICHAEL "Ehem...Mike. You are still touching my leg." Jacob said, but I left my hand there. I wanted to see if he would swat it away, but he hadn't done that yet. "What's that?" I acted obliviously. "Your hand." "What about my hand?" "Mike!" he scolded me in a hoarse whisper. "It's comfortable where it is now. I'd like to keep it there," I declared. Jacob smirked. "Are you trying to fuck with me again? What's gonna happen if Alison wakes up and sees your hand touching my thigh? How's that gonna look?" "She won't wake up. She is a deep sleeper. She probably won't wake up unless you stop the car. I'm sure you know this already," I said. "Oh, so you are feeling brave, huh? Why don't you make yourself useful then?" Jacob asked. I shivered as I detected his challenging tone. "What are you suggesting here?" Jacob suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it toward his nether region. I almost gasped out loud when I felt it. "Shh...she'll wake up," he said and continued to drive with a straight face