“Jesus, Evan,” he groans, his voice rough and raw, drawing me in. “Why do you feel so goddamn good? Every. Fucking. Time.”
I push a few strands of dark, wavy hair from his forehead, still breathing heavily when Darren looks over my shoulder – his eyes going wide.
“Shit!” he barks, nudging me to move off him and he hands my pants to me. “Hurry, put these on.”
23
ICE ON THE ROAD
DARREN
After I finish pushing my semi-hard dick back in my pants, I run a hand through my hair and step out of the car, leaving Evangeline inside to finish dressing.
“Everyone alright?” the officer asks, looking over the car that I hadn’t even had a chance to assess what, if any, damage had happened after careening off the highway.
The car sits in the uneven section of dirt and grass on the side of the highway. I can’t help but notice how close we are to the crop of trees.
“Yeah, just a little ice on the road.”
The cop, who looks to be around the same age as me, looks over the vehicle with a skeptical eye. “Anyone been drinking?” he questions.
I shake my head. “No.” Which is actually true. If he’d have asked me any other time, I don’t think I’d be able to safely say that I would pass a breathalyzer test. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I’d had a drink.
“Anyone else in the vehicle?” He looks through the back window, but the tint prevents him from seeing inside.
He heads to the passenger side and my armpits start to sweat as I follow him.
“My wife.” I meet him just as she opens the door, jeans on, shirt buttoned, hair a little windblown, but fucking gorgeous as usual.
She steps out of the vehicle and I hold my hand out to her while the cop looks her over.
“Is everything okay?” She looks between me and the cop.
“We got reports that someone fitting this vehicle's description was driving erratically on the freeway,” he states.
I try hard not to roll my eyes while the cop tries to look through the open door, but I shut it. Not that I have anything to hide, but I don’t need this to be on the evening news – I can almost see the headline, senator’s son arrested for fucking his wife on side of road.
“Ice on the road, like I said.”
“Do you mind if I search the car?”
I’ve done nothing wrong, and he can’t prove that I was the one driving erratically. If I protest, it’ll make this take longer and I just want to get home.
“Go ahead.” I wave at the car.
“Anything in here I should know about first?” he inquires, and I’m not sure what he’s expecting to find, but it is the south.
“No, I mean, not unless you’re going to write up a ticket for being messy,” I joke, but his straight face tells me he’s not in the joking mood.
Evangeline and I lean against the trunk of the car while he starts poking around.
I give Evangeline an annoyed look.
“What?”
“If you had kept your greedy hands to yourself…” I shake my head, but I can’t help noticing how sexy she looks when she’s freshly fucked.
“Then I wouldn’t have had the best car fuck of my life.” She gives me a not so innocent grin.