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He’s passed out, snoring lightly.
I smile, despite myself, and snuggle closer. I don’t need answers this minute. We’ll figure it out, together.
Right?
14
Callie
There’s nothing like spending eighteen hours trapped in a car together to learn all about someone’s little travel idiosyncrasies. The good, the bad, the ridiculous. For instance, Dash insists on buying me a souvenir from every single mini-mart or truck stop we walk into. I am now the proud owner of a t-shirt that says Straight Outta Chucktown, a refrigerator magnet shaped like a giant peach, and a lime green koozie featuring a colorful map of all the major North Carolina cities.
I’ve also learned that he thinks it’s sacrilegious to only choose one flavor of Slurpee, shaking his head at my cherry-filled cup in disappointment while he adds a third flavor to his. He has an appalling soft spot for bad party rap and turns the air-conditioning up so high, I’m forced to burrow under two sweatshirts.
The one sin he commits that’s unforgiveable though is when I request Red Vines and he returns carrying a package of Twizzlers.
“That’s it. Drop me at the nearest airport. I can’t believe I sullied myself with a man who’d bring me that.” I point at the offending package and shudder.
His wrinkled-brow confusion is comical. “What? They’re the same thing, right? Red licorice?”
My gasp is pure outrage. “Bite your tongue!”
The outrage melts into a puddle when he replies with, “I have a better idea—how about you bite it for me?”
Despite his abysmal taste in faux-licorice sweets and penchant for wannabe metal bands and Fergie, I somehow manage to have the time of my life. We laugh, sing, kiss, and fool around before falling into bed on our second night on the road, in another swanky hotel, this one somewhere in Virginia.
I may not be seeing many of the local sights, but I am exploring every inch of Dash’s body. Over, and over, and over again. When I wake up in the morning after a night full of sexcapades, I’m starting to wonder if Dash has been secretly training for one of those ultramarathons where runners trek fifty plus miles through the mountains. Based on the endless stores of stamina the man has, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised.
Not that I’m complaining.
Speaking of not complaining… A big hand wraps around my waist, scooting me back until my spine presses up against a firm chest. I twist my neck and kiss him over my shoulder. “Morning.”
“Morning… Mmmm.” He rocks his hips into my ass, and his teeth nip my shoulder.
“Mmm, indeed. Someone woke up ready for action.”
“I aim to please.”
“Good to know,” I say, wiggling my butt against him.
He groans and retaliates by sliding a hand around to cup my breast. He thumbs my nipple, pulsing pleasure straight to my core. His fingers trail down my belly to slide beneath my legs, teasing my clit until I’m wet and ready for him before finding a condom and easing inside me from behind.
I gasp.
“Shh,” he reminds me, thrusting slow enough to make my blood boil. “We don’t want to scandalize the neighbors.”
I grab a pillow to muffle my moans. We checked in at the same time as a family last night, and they’re right in the room next to us. Mom, dad, and two adorable kids.
“Or maybe we should scandalize them,” Dash says, voice low against my spine as he rocks into me. “I could make you come screaming, it would be an education for everyone.” His hands slide over my breasts, plucking and toying with my nipples as his cock surges up inside me.
“Fuck, Dash…”
“Louder.”
“Shh!” I blurt, doing my best to stay quiet. I arch back in time with his thrusts, and soon he’s the one panting, our groans mingling in the quiet room as our bodies slide and smack, pleasure circling higher until I can’t help it, I come with a cry, face down in the pillows. Dash shudders against me, cursing as he comes.
We collapse together, laughing.
“Next time, I’m booking the rooms on both sides, too,” Dash promises. “Then you can scream as loud as you want.”
