Page 56 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

I mouth, “Thank you.”

We toss our bags in the back of Roxy’s Jeep. She’s in super short denim cut-offs, one of my T-shirts that she has rolled and tucked to show her entire stomach, and a messy braid is hanging over her shoulder. She looks like summer and sin and every dream I’ve ever had. With a side of dirty mouth, sass, and blow job skills that could straighten out a gay man. Or at least have him imagining a Hemsworth.

It's her Jeep, but I’m driving. Halfway down beach road, she turns to me.

“I have an idea.”

Shit. With Roxy, that’s always dangerous.

I glance over.

She’s chewing her lip. “What if we didn’t go home?”

I raise a brow. “Where would we go?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Anywhere. Everywhere. A cabin. A ranch. A penthouse with a birds-eye view of my emotional growth.”

I chuckle. “I’d love to, baby. But what about work? You’re practically running the event planning business since Mari Lynn is so busy with Knox, their show, their classes, and thier socials. And I’m really wanting to get my food truck up and running by fall. It’s a great dream, but it’s not really practical. Adulting and real-world responsibilities kind of suck.”

She sighs and grabs my hand across the center console. “You’re right. You’re so mature and responsible. I just wanted to be together. Just you, me, and no expectations. A real reset. Somewhere we could be us without the baggage.”

I don’t answer right away. Because I am thinking about it.

Her. Me. A place where we aren’t broken or rebuilding.

Somewhere we’re just in it.

I pull the Jeep over, right there on the side of the road. Gravel is under the wheels. Palm trees and sand dunes are all around us. A big, wide open sky is above us.

She blinks and gasps, “What are you?—?”

Yanking her into me, I kiss her. Hard. My lips, tongue, and teeth feast on her mouth. My hands are on her hips. She climbs over the console into the back seat, yanking me with her. I have no idea how, but we never stop kissing. Her back bounces on the seat. She grunts. I chuckle, but it ends on a moan as her hand slides past the waistband of my shorts and she cups my dick. She strokes me and rubs the pad of her thumb over the head. I moan into her mouth. She yanks my shorts down and I try to take off her shirt, my elbow slamming into the roll bar. I jerk back from the pain and bite her lip. She cries out. We both stop and stare at each other before she smiles. I start laughing and she follows. We laugh until we can’t breathe.

Then, she sits up and says, “We can’t move in here without injuring ourselves.” Climbing over me, she jumps out of the Jeep. I watch her as she unsnaps her shorts and pulls them off. She leaves her panties on and grins wickedly. “I think you should get out here, bend me over the seat, shove my panties to the side, and make me scream as that glorious cock fucks my tight pussy.”

Before my flip flops hit the gravel, my shorts are pulled just under my hips, my cock is in my hand, and I bend her over until her cheek presses into the leather seat. Then, I shove her panties to the side and surge in. She pushes her ass back against me as I slam into her over and over and over. Slapping flesh, moans, groans, and breathless words of love merge with the wind and the waves until we both shatter.

When I pull out of her, soft and spent, I whisper, “Baby, I’d go anywhere with you. Wherever you go, I follow. But right now, we can start over, fresh, and together… right at home. Let’s leave the past right here on the roadside.”

She turns, and exhales as she looks at me. Then, she chuckles. “Okay, Chase. Deal.” Her nose wrinkles and a squelching sound echoes. Reaching down, she swipes her finger through her dark curls. Her finger is coated with my cum when she raises it. “Apparently, your kids want to stay on the roadside, too.”

I raise my brow. “I’d prefer if they stayed in there where it’s nice and warm… plus, you know, I don’t really want my DNA spread out on the roadside.”

She laughs, “Yeah, thank you for your deposit,” and grabs the blanket she keeps in the backseat. She wipes her hand on it, and then, cleans herself and me, up. All DNA contained within the fluff.. and whatever is still inside of her

We pull our clothes back up and sit there for a second. No rush. No deadline. Just us.

She looks wistful as she says, “Do you want kids, Chase?”

Of course I want a family with you, Rox. It’s my literal dream.

I nod. “I do. I want kids with you. A little girl who’s exactly like her momma. A little boy who is a combination of us both. We’ll have holy little terrors, baby. And they’ll be perfect.”

She grins. “God, I hope so.” Then, she purses her lips… “I know we have to return to the real world eventually, but does it have to be right now?” Her fingers pick at the fray on her shorts. “Mari Lynn is back for a bit… and you don’t actually have the food truck yet… so… want to go on the honeymoon we never had?”

I cannot say no to her.

CHAPTER 9

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