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“I didn’t. I just know you’re coming with me. Now go get in.” I parked right behind her and I tip my head toward my car. She tucks her phone in her pocket and locks the truck. I open her car door, she slides in, and I go get in to drive us back home. I don’t even get to start the car before she leans over next to me and kisses my cheek. I wrap one arm around her shoulders and drive with the other, getting us home as quickly as I can.
“You don’t get to run like that.” I lean over and kiss her head.
“You don’t get to let sluts sit on your desk.” She counters.
“You don’t get to not answer your phone.” I grumble back.
“You don’t get to tell me you love me then let another woman touch you.” She scoots away and crosses her arms. I take her hand, kiss it, and put it in my lap.
“Deal.” I give her hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Baby. I never want you to doubt that you’re the only woman I want.” I can’t look at her when I talk, so I watch the road and guide us out of the city.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I loved you.” She rests her head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry I sprung it on you.” I steer us toward home. When I get her there, I’m not letting us get past the steps before I have her undressed and under me.
“First fight. I think we handled it pretty well.” Joslyn laughs.
“I think we should yell when we get home so we can have makeup sex.” I tighten my grip on her hand.
“I think that is a fabulous idea.” Joslyn drops my hand and runs her hand up my leg to the bulge in my jeans. I shift in my seat.
“Careful or we won’t make it home.” I warn her.
“Is that a threat?” The pressure on my cock increases and I pull off the main road to the shoulder. I slam on the breaks, thanking my former self that I took a car with a top, and throw my seatbelt off. Joslyn squeals when I come after her across the front seat. She scrambles back into the door, laughing, and grabs my face when I come in to kiss her. I work on the button on her jeans, she pulls off my shirt, and in a matter of minutes, we’re naked, the car still running. I kiss her hard, her nails dig into the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Don’t ever run from me again.” I kiss along her jaw.
“I won’t.” She arches her back into me, urging me closer. “I promise.” I grab her hair and tilt her head back to lick up her throat. Joss lets out a breathy moan.
“Now tell me what you want,” I demand, hand still tight in her hair.
“I want you to fuck me.” The smirk on her lips is all the urging I need. I let go of her hair, throw her leg over my shoulder and slam into her. I groan, she gasps, and I drill into her. I take out all my frustration, the fear from not being able to find her and the apology I owe for causing her to leave, on her pussy. It only takes a few minutes at my punishing pace for her walls to tighten on my cock.
“Tell me you won’t run from me again,” I grit out the words, feeling my own release building.
“I promise.” Joslyn can barely get the words out before she’s screaming my name, hands grabbing for me, her pussy clenching me tight. I don’t stop. I keep fucking her harder, promising more to come.
“You’re mine now, Baby. No running away. None of this bullshit about not living with me.” I’m so close to coming, I can barely talk.
“Oh god, Dax.” And this tumbles me over the edge with her. I slam into her one more time, coming hard and groaning. Her pussy grips my pulsing cock while we pant, sweat covering us both. I slide out of her slowly and she whines. I start finding clothes and grab my extra flannel from the back to clean up between her legs and my seats. Make-up quickies in the car definitely make a mess.
“Here Baby.” I hang her bra from the mirror and look at her. Joslyn’s face is pale in the streetlight, the sun long gone. I slowly pull down the bra. “I was joking.” I hand it to her, “What is it Baby?”
Suddenly she hits me, hard, in the arm. “You didn’t wear a fucking condom!” She slugs me again and I grab her fists. “What if you knocked me up?” she demands.
I pull her into my still bare chest. “Then we have a baby.” I shrug. “We have plenty of space. Damn, we’ll make cute kids. And if I knock you up, you’re stuck with me.” I kiss her forehead.
“You’re just okay with the fact that you could have gotten me pregnant?” Joslyn’s voice cracks a little. I find my shirt and pull it on, maneuvering so I can get my jeans zipped back up.
“Yeah, of course. I’ve made it this long without any babies, so I know how to prevent it. Are you not okay? Did you want to get married first?” I sit down, jeans zipped, and watch her face. She uses woman magic to get her bra on without taking her shirt off. “I thought you said you wanted kids.”
“How are you being so flippant about this? Yeah, I want kids, but I want to be stable, married, then kids.” She looks like she wants to hit me again.
“We have a house, jobs, and we can get married whenever you want. There, now it’s not a problem.” I put the car in drive and ease back onto the main road. We make it a mile down the road before she speaks again.
“You’re crazy.”
“Yeah, but I’m your crazy. Are you mad? We can pull over for another make-up quickie.” I smirk.
