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“Anyway,” Emma starts, clearing her throat. “My point is that sometimes you just have urges. Impulses that need to be fulfilled right then and there or you risk permanent damage to your special parts.”
“Oh, God,” Jaime groans.
“It’s okay, kids. All we’re saying is that we get it. We understand,” Orval adds before winking at me and leaning towards me. “I used to tell Emmy that my pecker would fall off if we didn’t get it out and play with it at least twice a day.”
“The good news, kids, is that Mr. Gerard isn’t pressing charges on the trespassing, and I talked with that sweet Barney kid about letting the whole free-roaming willy thing slide. I might have mentioned that I would tell his grandma about seeing him come out of the Gas N Go with a Penthouse magazine and a bottle of vanilla scented lotion.”
“Wait, the Gas N Go has Penthouse?” Jaime asks to no one in particular.
“Where do you think Grandpa gets his copy from? Anyway, the good news is that you’re both free to go!” Emma adds, smiling wide and eyes brimming with excitement.
As we follow them down the corridor towards the outside, I look over at Orval. “The kid’s name really is Barney?”
“Last name, son. First name George.”
We’re quiet as we head towards their Buick. Obviously, my truck is still out at the field, so I follow behind Jaime as she slips into the back seat. “Don’t get any ideas back there,” Orval hollers as he pulls out of the police station.
Emma talks from the passenger seat the entire trip out of town. Even if we wanted to join the conversation, she leaves no room for exchange. Instead of trying, I spy Jaime’s hand sitting on the seat and link my fingers with hers. It’s a subtle touch, but one I crave, like the desert craves the rain.
Her green eyes are warm, holding a hint of laughter. I’m damn thankful she isn’t throwing me out on my ass right now, not that I’d blame her. I rejoice in the smile that plays on her lips. It makes my heartbeat kick up a notch, and a smile of my own graces my face.
Twenty years from now, this is a story I hope to share with our kids. Okay, maybe not the full story, but a PG, abbreviated version. And, yes, call me a pansy or a pussy or whatever you want. I can actually see my future with her in it. Jaime’s the only one I see. The only one I want.
When we pull up to my truck, Jaime and I both jump out, eager to end the humiliation part of the night. I thank Orval and Emma for springing us from lock up, even though we would have been released on our own since no charges are being filed. But still, I appreciate them picking us up and delivering us back to my truck.
I open the passenger side door to help Jaime. The first thing I notice is the condom wrapper discarded on the floor, followed by my cell phone. Some of the content of Jaime’s purse is there, lying on the floorboard beside a dropped water bottle. I can’t help it, I start to laugh. Hard. Her eyes follow mine to the evidence of our tryst, and she too bursts out laughing.
Gently grabbing her upper arms, I pull her into my body, cradling her as if she were a priceless treasure. And she is. To me, she is.
When the laughter subsides, my lips find hers. They’re warm and soft and cause my body to fire to life once more, even after the shame of being busted parking. Before I’m able to take control, Jaime’s tongue pushes against the seam of my lips, begging for entrance. Passion surrounds me, engulfing me, from nothing more than just her clothed body and sweet tongue sliding against mine. She’s my biggest high and my greatest weakness.
“Can I still go home with you?” she asks without breaking the kiss.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“Then let’s go. I think we both need a shower to wash the criminal scent off. Together.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wrap my hands around her hips and lift her into the truck cab. Slamming to door, I run around to the driver’s side and slide in without an ounce of couth or finesse. Jaime’s pulling my keys from her purse and thrusting them at me before I even have my seatbelt fastened.
We keep our hands to ourselves the entire ride to town, both of us clearly not wanting a repeat ride in the back of a squad car. By the time I pull into my driveway, the truck is so sexually charged I’m sure the electricity flying around is visible.
Helping Jaime from the truck, we walk hand-in-hand up the sidewalk to my front door. Our gait is a bit hurried as we slip inside, and I fumble for the light switch. Before I can locate the one I’m after, she pulls on my hand, wraps her arms around my neck, and plasters her body against mine.
Forget about the light.
Forget about being arrested.
Forget about everything other than Jaime.
“Shower. Now.” I don’t need any further direction.
As I pick her up and her long legs wrap around my waist, I thank my lucky stars that I chose flowers as a gift for Mrs. H. If not, who knows if or when I would have met Jaime.
Pushing thoughts of Mrs. Hanson out of my head, I carry my woman towards the bedroom. Her lips caress my neck, sending goosebumps rippling across my arms. With my hands firmly gripping her ass, I walk straight into the bathroom and into the shower. Our clothes will need to be washed anyway, right?
When the cold spray hits our bodies, Jaime shrieks, wiggles in my arms, and laughs against my neck. My lips claim hers urgently as the water finally heats up, but neither of us notices.
We’re too busy creating our own warmth.
