Page 88 of Changing Lanes

“Not yet, country boy. Have I ever told you, I can a ride a horse?” Fuck me.

She settles over me, my cock in her hand, guiding me into her. Pressing down, she’s filled with me. Adjusting herself, she begins to sway her hips. Back and forth, she moves slowly. I hold her hips, allowing her to set the pace.

She builds slowly, pacing herself with her breathing. Her movements become exaggerated as she climbs her orgasm. I meet her downs with a thrust to which I’m rewarded with a moan.

Her hips begin to bounce from my thighs as her pace races for her orgasm, to which I follow. Her hands on my chest, mine in her hair, we meet the same fate as she explodes on me and I fill her. She slumps over on my chest, still straddling me.

We lay there as our hearts beat together. I can’t help but think of Adan, our beating hearts combine to make one. He will forever be our missing beat, to which mine skips. Torrie raises, studying me. Placing her hand over my heart, I put mine on her stomach. We both know no words are needed.

Time feels as though it stands still as we lay here; we know the world will come beckoning soon. Neither of us wanting to move, I curl into his side as we watch the sun fade into the ocean and darkness creeps in the room. Brannon shifts slightly, I look up at him.

“Hey, I need to grab my phone to call Mom.” I move to get up.

She reaches over, grabbing hers. “Use mine. I’m too tired to let you move.”

I laugh as she giggles. “Okay.” I dial the number.

“Hello.” Mom practically smiles through the phone.

“Hi, Mom. I’m going to stay with Torrie tonight.” Torrie snuggles closer to me.

“I assumed from the number,” she says. “How’s our girl doing?” My mom is a saint.

“She’s okay, we both are I suppose. At least, the best we can be.” I hold Torrie tight.

“I understand.” Her voice cracks. “I have someone here who wants to talk.”

“Hi, Dad. Do you have Torrie?” Torrie’s head jerks up at the sound of Andi’s voice.

“Hi, Andi Pandi. I do, she’s right here beside me.” I rub Torrie’s back. To my surprise, she speaks.

“Hi, baby girl. I miss you.” My heart skips a beat.

“Hi, I miss you. You coming home with Dad?” Andi asks.

“We’ll talk about that later, sweetie,” I say before Torrie interrupts me.

“I’ll be home tomorrow, baby,” Torrie answers sweetly.

“Okay. I love you. I love you, Dad.” Andi sounds happy.

“I love you,” Torrie and I say in unison, to which we laugh.

“Brannon, tell our girl, I love her,” my mom says.

“I love you, Joyce,” Torrie answers.

“Love you, Mom,” I add.

“Love you.” We hang up.