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“Uh, yes.” As if she couldn’t tell from all the animal grunting.
“I’m afraid we may have shocked Francine. Not sure she’ll ever recover.” I smoothed a hand over the leather of the seat now warm, burning practically beneath my skin.
“Oh come on, this isn’t Francine’s first rodeo,” Indy protested.
I scratched my head. Sure, I’d made out with a girl or two in the car, but Ashleigh had always acted too good for action in the car. And then after her, I’d dated almost exclusively older women who may have been into it, but I’d never suggested it. Indy was definitely the first girl to be sitting naked in my back seat. “Nope, I’ve never had sex in a car before.”
“What? I don’t believe that!” Indy gaped at me. “What about . . . ?”
“No way. You know Ashleigh had taken a vow of chastity, right?”
“Get out of here!”
“I’m serious. I thought you knew. Don’t girls tell each other everything?”
Her mouth hung open as the full implication of what I’d just told her dawned on her. “Does that mean you never . . .”
“Had sex? Not technically. I mean, we fooled around.” I stopped before going any further. “Is this really what you want to talk about now?”
“Not really, no.” She started to climb off me, bumping her head on the ceiling in the process. “I don’t think I can get my clothes back on in here. How did I get them off?”
“Pretty sure I ripped them off you,” I said sitting up with a deep groan. The seat belt clip had permanently wedged itself into my lower back and my leg cramped. “God, I’m in pain. Does that mean I’m officially too old for car sex?”
“You are in your third decade now,” Indy teased.
“It’ll be your turn soon, smart aleck.” I pulled her to me for another quick kiss.
She put a palm on my chest. “I don’t want to be a downer, but maybe you should go back home. You have to work tomorrow.”
I climbed over her to give her more room to put her pants on. I was getting turned on again as she lay back on the seat to zip them up. “You can stay over at my place.”
“I don’t think we’ll get much sleep. You can buy me a pizza if you want on the way there. I know a guy with a van.”
“Sounds promising.”
On the way back to her place we found her pizzaiolo who made a bangin’ Quatro Stagioni. As we ate it in the parking lot I thought of something so absurdly delightful that I had to share it with her. I chuckled under my breath.
“What are you laughing at now?” she asked.
“I was just thinking. I have officially been in Diana Jones. Get it . . . In-Diana Jones.”
Her entire face crumpled in disgust and she pushed at my bicep. “Please, never make that joke again.”
“I’ll stop if you stop pinching me. Elder abuse!”
“In Diana Jones,” I repeated under my breath. “No place I’d rather be.”
Chapter 28
Levi
Iarrived on base a little before eight a.m., dragging my feet the whole way. Gonzo wanted to meet up at Déjà Brew for a quick chat before I went to see my CO with my tail between my legs. I’d promised Indy that I’d explain everything to him, but I’d never talked about Josh to any of my commanding officers, and Anderson didn’t strike me as particularly empathetic.
“How do you swallow that shit?” I asked Gonzo as he poured two packets of Stevia into his coffee.
“How do you drink that shit?” He nodded at my short espresso, black as tar. “So, you weren’t responding to any messages this weekend. Is your girl still ‘Just Indy’?”
“We’re not here to discuss my weekend, man.”
