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It always made me feel… special. Yes. Billie made me feel special.
It was just one of the many reasons I wanted to spend the rest of my damn life with her.
28
Billie
I had no idea why we were stopping so soon into our drive. When we’d done this on Friday, we’d driven straight through except for a pit stop to use the bathroom about halfway through. Pike was good with cars and he wasn’t the kind of person who needed to get out and stretch his legs constantly.
True, we had been up late last night having our fun, and my face heated up at the memory of it. I’d gotten a good night’s rest but maybe Pike had still been a bit wired and hadn’t fallen asleep as quickly as I had?
Anyway, it was fine. I was overthinking this, and I didn’t mind stopping. It wasn’t like we really had anywhere to be today.
The place we stopped to eat was right by the motel, a 1930s themed diner with records hanging on the walls and big band swing music playing from the speakers. They seemed to specialize in sandwiches and burgers, and I could feel my stomach rumbling as we sat down at a booth in the back corner. We could see everyone in the diner from here—and there weren’t a lot of people—but nobody could really look at us unless they turned to do it on purpose.
It was nice, it gave us this feeling of privacy. And I liked that we were pretty much alone in here. There was one waitress who was on her phone over by the cash register, which, maybe it was just me but if it was slow I never minded it when a service worker was on their phone or reading a book. If I lowered my head just a little and tilted it, I could see what looked like chemistry workbooks underneath the counter. High school or college student, most likely.
Over on the completely opposite side of the diner was a group of about five old ladies who looked to be in their seventies or eighties, just gabbing it up and laughing uproariously. They were clearly having a good time, and they weren’t loud enough to be disturbing. The only other patron was a guy in another booth right by the window who looked like a truck driver, reading a book and drinking coffee and looking like he really didn’t give a shit about the rest of the world.
Nice.
We ordered, and got our food, all pretty quickly. Made sense—the lone waitress didn’t have many other people to attend to—and I was all ready to tuck into my sandwich when I felt a hand creeping up my thigh.
I looked at Pike, who winked at me and took a bite of his burger. The hand on my thigh pause, though, waiting.
I looked around. Nobody was paying attention to us. Nobody was even close enough to us to see what was going on. And I wasn’t on a first date with someone who was making it clear he just wanted my body. I was on a weekend trip with my boyfriend who had whisked me away on an entire romantic getaway just for the two of us. Someone that I knew cared about me and didn’t just want to get his rocks off to a specific fantasy.
Pike didn’t move his hand, but he raised his eyebrows, waiting.
I slid back into the booth, relaxing, my legs spreading, and nodded.
Pike’s hand slid farther up my thigh, between them, stroking at me through my underwear. I bit my lip, realizing what a bad idea this was as it occurred to me that I would have to actually be quiet, and that I couldn’t let anyone know what was going on.
Crap.
Pike grinned, apparently noticing what I had just figured out. “Be sure to eat your sandwich,” he noted, eating his burger one-handed like he didn’t have a care in the world.
He teased me over my underwear, dragging his finger up and down, keeping me turned on enough to drive me crazy but not so out of it that I couldn’t focus on eating as well. Fuck, he knew just how far to push me and when to pull back, and I was already close to losing my mind.
Pike finished eating quickly, apparently wanting to focus on teasing me, and I couldn’t be sure if he was going to get me off right here or just torture me but—
I gasped and had to swallow it down as Pike slid his fingers underneath my underwear, rubbing at my clit and sliding a finger inside of me. Shit, fuck, oh God… I swallowed again, hard, and took a few sips of water to try and calm myself down.
The waitress walked up and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Everything good?”
