Breathless, I reply, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it either.”
“Do you think you can take more?” He asks with a sweet kiss to my lips.
I smile. “What do you have in mind?”
His kisses move to my neck, mixing with little nips to the skin. “Fucking you until you come a few more times.”
“I think I can take it.”
Chapter Thirty-one
Don
“You don’t need to be nervous,” I tell Abby as I watch her gnaw her fingernails down to nothing more than nubs.
“Don, we just got off a three-and-a-half-hour flight where there was nothing but turbulence, and now, we are on our way to meet your family. Literally, everything going on right now makes me a giant ball of anxiety.”
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop for a coffee or something?”
She sighs. “No, I think that coffee right now would make me literally combust.”
“Alright, then. How can I help? Do you want to stop for breakfast?”
She shakes her head. “Let’s just head to your mom’s. Once we are there, I can settle down a little. I just very rarely even leave my apartment. Going on a cross-county excursion is out of my comfort zone.”
I reach over to take her hand in mine. “I know, baby. I’m so happy you’re here with me, though.”
And I mean it. I love that she cares about me enough to come all the way to Nebraska just to spend Thanksgiving with my family. I know the trip wasn’t easy, and I vow to make it up to her.
“I’m happy, too,” she says with a small smile.
We drive down the country road, and she looks out the window at the cornfields we pass by.
“Look at this,” she says.
“Yeah. Pretty lowkey compared to New York, huh? Not a whole lot to look at out here.”
She snaps her head around to look at me. “Are you kidding? Look, I love New York. I love the big city, but seeing all this is like a whole different world. You know, most places around the city, you can’t even see the sunset unless you are in some sort of penthouse or high-rise. I bet it looks beautiful here.”
I glance over at her, knowing that she’s more beautiful than any sunset I’ve ever seen. But while we are here, I’ll make damn sure she sees some gorgeous views.
We drive in silence for a few minutes before she says, “Do you realize something? We haven’t seen another car for the past five miles.”
That gets a laugh out of me. “Yeah, the further out on these back roads you get, the less cars you are going to see.”
“This is wild. Absolutely wild.”
“Just wait until we get out of the truck, and you smell the air. Totally different than New York.”
Her eyes get big, and she rolls down the window to stick her head out the window like a dog.
“Not what I mean, Abs.”
But she’s not listening. She’s enjoying every moment of this. And I think that maybe her anxiety has quieted down a bit.
Thank goodness.
I didn’t want this trip to be something that she was stressing over the entire time we were here. I want her to have a good time.