Page 111 of Detour

Angela’s eyes bounce to mine, confused, but I’m not joking. Even though it’s unbearably hot out, Angela insists on wearing pants to work every day. I usually don’t complain since she slays in anything she wears, but today they’re working against me. Shorts would’ve made this so much easier but fuck it, I’m down to try.

She cocks an eyebrow but continues licking her finger in slow, exaggerated movements. Goddamn, she’s trying to kill me.

“Now,” I rasp out, barely able to speak.

With a roll of her hazel eyes, she does as she’s told. Knowing her though, that’s not the last of it— not by a long shot. She’ll get me back somehow and I can’t wait to see when she does. The fire she holds within is intoxicating and I’m addicted to her flame, always daring to see how close I can get before it consumes me by burning from the inside out.

Hopped up on nerves, and feeling pretty fucking reckless, I reach over to push inside her panties, happy to find her wet and ready, despite her indifferent attitude. Taking my left hand off the wheel to shift, I quickly replace it before I begin swirling her wetness around her pussy lips with my right hand. Her whimper fills the car, turning me rock hard, and I pick up the pace, circling her entrance in preparation. I dip in one finger, testing her readiness and she shifts forward, greedily chasing the friction she loves so much.

I got you, babe.

My second finger follows as I push my palm flat against her clit, so she can grind on my hand.

“Coty,” she moans.

I peer over to see her bottom lip bitten between her teeth and her eyes closed.

She’s so fucking beautiful it takes everything in me to tear my eyes away but I am still driving. With an eye on the road, I keep up a steady rhythm as Angela rides my hand. I listen to her panting, committing it to memory since it’s the best sound in the world. When I can safely steal a glance at her, I see she’s close. So fucking close.

My turn approaches sooner than I’d anticipated and, unable to downshift in time, I end up taking it while going way too fast. I recover like a fucking champ before coming to a full stop. Yanking the emergency brake up, I face Angela just in time to see her coming and swallow her cries whole as I seal my lips to hers. My arm starts to cramp from the odd angle but I’d break the damn thing off before I’d deny my love a proper orgasm.

Her breathing mellows as I eat up her prolonged moans, enjoying the hell out of the satisfied noises. Eventually, she pulls back with a sparkle in her eye and I can’t help but smile.

“Where’s my taco?” she challenges, breathless.

I bring my fingers up to my mouth for a taste, hoping it’ll hold me over until later.

“I was thinking the same thing,” I deadpan.

She bursts into laughter.

Brat.

“Where are we?”

Her eyes bounce around the large expanse and I follow her gaze, seeing what she does. A sturdy breeze picks up, rustling the long wild grass that’ll die off soon from not having a reliable water source leaving behind shades of earthy browns. Oh, and sagebrush. Lots and lots of sagebrush that will converge with tumbleweeds rolling across the land once the winds prove too fierce for their roots.

I’ve had my eye on this canyon in particular and now I’m finally sharing it with Angela.

This is it. Hands interlaced, I lead her up the loose gravel driveway. My chest so tight I feel like I might pass out, I turn to her when we reach the front walk, taking both her hands in mine.

“Coty, what is this?”

Angela’s eyes dart between mine and the house we’re standing in front of.

“For the last year I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

Eyes wide, Angela yanks her hands from mine, stumbling back. What’d I say?

“No, that came out wrong.” I reach for her but she shifts, avoiding me. Well, this got away from me. “Shit, babe, this is my house. This is the secret. I’ve been working on it for almost a year now and it’s in the final stages of being finished.”

Confusion still lines her face so I try again, holding my palms out in front of me. “I’m not married. No hidden family.” She actually said that shit to me once, like that’s something I’d ever hide. I’ll be the first one to show off our family, when the time comes. “I started building this house for…us. For you.” Her eyes widen as I rush to add, “After we got serious, I bought the property then hired a builder to make a home on it. I was hoping you’d want to move here with me but didn’t want to pressure you, so I waited ‘til you were ready.” I gesture to the solid oak door I salvaged from a dilapidated barn several towns over. Beyond it lies a foyer with options to swing right to the dining room that’ll hold our Friday family dinners or left to the library I’ve been quietly filling for Angela. Gary isn’t the only one that can online shop. If she thinks she’s surprised now, wait ‘til she sees what those built-in bookcases hold. No more trips to the local library, unless she wants to anyway. “What do you think? Want to look around?”

I hold my breath. Just give me a chance.

“You’re not proposing though, right?”

I smile, shaking my head. “Nah, one step at a time, babe.”