"Is anything good back there." Dean snorted as if that were the funniest question he'd ever heard. "Actually my best of the best is in the glove box." He nodded toward the door in the dash. Turning the engine over he carefully backed out from the tree, managing not to crush anyone else's presents in the process.
With a very naughty grin, once they were on the road and away from the merrymakers, Dean took one of her hands in his and boldly pressed it against the stiff part of his jeans. He liked that she made him feel like a teenager in heat. There was no disliking that sensation of constant horniness. And part of him wanted to drive all over the city with her hand in his pants. As it was it was hard to fight the shiver that wanted to course over his skin at the delicate brush of her lips. The ease of her teeth against that vulnerable part of his throat.