“Yeah, yeah. Can you make me a cup of coffee while I get ready?” I bite my lower lip when I see he’s wearing his customary fit of jeans and a tee.
“You got it.” He stands still, watching as I move through his bedroom, and when I look over my shoulder, I see the same hunger in his eyes that’s coursing through my own.
“I won’t be long.” I make a promise to myself to try harder to get up in the morning in order to spend more time with the man who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.
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“Hey, Indy, I can’t believe you’re brave enough to take a three-day road trip with my cousin. You know he burps and farts, right?” Is how I’m greeted when I walk into the kitchen. Toren is at the counter, making a cup of coffee. I’m hopeful it’s mine. The shower didn’t do very much to wake me up. If anything, the warm water nearly lulled me back to sleep.
“Jesus, Jett. Decorum much?” Toren says, and I’m caught between not laughing and laughing. I do the latter as I make my way over to her.
“Hi, Jett.” I give her a quick hug. I’ve seen her every day since meeting Toren, and we’ve hit it off in the friendship department.
“What? I’m being honest. I’ve had plenty of childhood sleepovers. Don’t worry, I packed you a little goody bag, air freshener included.” I’m not sure if Jett is jerking his chain or being serious, but something tells me she’ll stay true to her word about packing treats, though I’m highly suspicious of her packing air freshener.
“You wanna go there, I can dig up some dirt on you, too, Juliette Navarro.” She rolls her eyes, and I move to Toren. He does have coffee, and I’m a hoe for some caffeine in the morning.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” I place my hand on his chest, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek. He moves at the last minute, making my lips land on his in a sweet kind of way
“You got it, cherry.” The sounds of opening and closing doors sound through the open side door. “That’d be the guys and their women, along with Nellie. She’s a hoot and keeps you on your toes.” While I was showering, Toren gave me the rundown on his friends, little slices of their personality, and from what he said, Nellie is the cutest little girl.
“I’ll keep her company. Send the women in while you do the mainly burly, make-grunty-noises-when-you-lift-heavy-objects deal.” Jett is a lot like Toren in how they harmlessly give one another shit back and forth.
“You must be Indy. I’m Sable and this is Nellie.” She hugs me and then turns to Jett. “How long have you been in town and kept it a secret?”
“Well, it was supposed to be a quick trip. Literally, like a day at the most. Kind of hard to squeeze it all in at once.” Jett travels more than me, which is saying something because Miranda hasme running around like a chicken with its head cut off a lot of the time.
“Are you Uncle Toren’s girlfriend?” Nellie interjects, holding her hand out for me to shake.
“I’d apologize, except this is true Nellie fashion,” Sable says.
“So, are you? I’m Kara, Colt’s sister.” We shake hands.
“We’re not technically labeled, but considering what we’re doing and how we’re doing it, I’d hazard a guess that yes, I am.” I look to the next woman, clearly Jace’s sister from the way Toren described her.
“I’m Jade. Locke’s out there with the guys. I had to persuade him not to bring the tow truck with the hook to lift the welding machine into the trailer. When he realized Toren was taking the closed-in trailer, his idea was out of the question. It’s really great to meet you.” Instead of a handshake, she gives me a warm and friendly hug.
“Something tells me lots of cussing is going to happen when all that equipment is being off-loaded again,” I reply.
“I’m Willow. We’re going to miss Toren, but I’m so glad he’s getting his name out there and not hiding. Don’t tell him I said that,” she says with a wink. “We’re also excited to add another girl to our group. We’re slowly dominating them in the numbers department now.”
“Girl power!” Nellie yells out just as the guys start making their entrance into the house. Either things went well and everything’s already settled with the amount of manpower or they haven’t started, or something went wrong.
“Come ‘ere, Nellie girl,” Toren says, swooping her up in his arms, making me think about a future with him, one that includes a little girl of our own.
15
Toren
The first full day on the road, and as much as I don’t want to jinx it, we’re making great timing, and there haven’t been a whole heck of a lot of hiccups in the way of traffic or issues. That probably has to do with the fact that the guys strong-armed me into taking the tires off the trailer, repack the wheel bearings, rotate the tires, and make sure the wiring harness wasn’t chewed through by the vermin. I’d done everything else, minus the wheel bearings. The fact that it didn’t even come to mind pissed me off. Then again, my mind has been on nothing except Indy.
The highway stretches in front of us in long lanes, vehicles, and heat shimmering off the asphalt as Florida gives way to Alabama. The goal is to get to Mississippi, stop for the night, wrap my woman in my arms, and get some shuteye. As much as I want to bury my cock inside her wet heat, I already know after this morning and yesterday, she’s tender as hell. About the only thing she can handle is my mouth between her legs, and I’ve got no problem doing so.
“Alright,” Indy announces after sucking back another iced coffee. It’s a damn good thing she can hold her bladder, or we’d be stopping at every rest area. She kicks off her hard-soled slipper-looking things and places her feet on the dashboard. Asmuch as I’d prefer them to be on the floorboard, right now, we’re on a pretty dissolute highway, so I’ll bite my tongue. For now.
“Whatcha got, cherry?” She tosses a gummy bear in her mouth. Apparently, there’s a brand that’s far superior and comes in a pack with just the pineapple flavor, and she stocked up. Whatever Jett packed for us hasn’t been touched yet, but Indy assures me it’s chock full of goodies.
“Road trip means it’s time for us to get to know each other, so twenty-one questions it is, plus it’s tradition.” She reaches for the volume on the dash, turning down the station she picked out.
