Page 108 of Gorgeous

“No, your feet do not stink. However, if I were to have a wreck, your legs would be obliterated.”

Ugh. Sometimes I find his protectiveness cute. Right now, not so much. I did not shave my legs and paint my toes this awesome shade of pink to match my lip gloss for him not to notice. At this angle, I totally look like I could have a thigh gap.

“I’ll take my chances, Commander.”

“I wasn’t asking, Private Brannon.”

Fine. He’s going to be a hard-ass today. I can already feel it.

“I hope you’re not going to be grouchy this weekend. It’s our first trip together. Get excited, Cade!”

“I am excited. I just want you to arrive in one piece.” He trails a cursory glance down my legs which don’t look nearly as sexy on the floorboard. “Sexy-ass legs and all.”

Okay, so that comment made it worth the two hours in the bathroom this morning.

“Since you put it like that, I guess I can behave for another forty-eight hours.”

A laugh bubbles out of him. “I am not drivingthatslow. We should be there in another hour.” Immediately, I call him on his bullshit estimation by arching a brow. He shakes his head with a chuckle and amends, “Hour and a half. Tops.” By some miracle, he takes one hand off the wheel and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, bumping his dog tags in the process.

About three months ago, he walked out of the bathroom with them hanging around his neck. I didn’t acknowledge them at the time because I knew he didn’t want me to. Instead, I ran to Anniston and shared the news. Together, on the floor of her office, we cried tears of joy. And that night, when Cade and I crawled into bed, I wrapped them in my hands and moved on top of him until he heard every silent word through the movement of my hips.

I loved him.

And I was so very proud of him.

“Well, at least let me find something better to listen to on the radio,” I argue, already pressing buttons on the stereo before he can object.

“What? So now you don’t like the classics?”

“No, I just want to listen to something a little more upbeat and happy.This classic country, as you call it, is wearing me down with all the whining. Do they ever end up happily ever after?”

Cade purses his lips as I find a local pop station. The Lumineers bang out a catchy tune I’ve heard a million times so I immediately start to sing it. The music pulses through the speakers and my body sways as I clap along with song.

“Sing with me, Jameson!”

I try pulling at his hand, but Mr. Responsible is not having it, and keeps them secured on the wheel. He gives me a raspy, “Ho Hey,” along with the song and it goes straight to my nether regions, making me feel like I want to be very naughty on this back road to nowhere. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I shuffle across the bench seat, sliding up next to his cool body, where he has the air conditioning vent blowing directly on him, which makes no sense with the windows down. I close it because I have on shorts, and no one told him to dress in cargo pants and a t-shirt in ninety-eight-degree weather. Mountains or not, it’s still hotter than the seventh circle of hell with Georgia’s humidity.

“Don’t even play. Get back to your side and put your seatbelt on.”

I’m going to tell you my secret to get what you want with Commander Jameson.

Defiance.

“Make me.”

The low growl he emits carries over the tambourines of the happy song and immediately takes the atmosphere from carefree to intense. Just like I’d hoped. My fingers work at his zipper, pulling and tugging. He’s not even helping me a little bit, but that’s okay. I’m a pro at pulling Jameson Jr. out of his cargo pants. I’ve had tons of practice since we’ve moved in together.

“You’re going to make me wreck.”

Bull. I’ve done this before. For some reason, he’s playing hard to get today.

“Then I suggest you focus.”

His voice cracks when I slide his hardened length past my teeth. “Come on, B. Just wait until we get to the cabin,” he pleads.

So we’re headed to a cabin. He’s been tighter than a frog’s ass about where we’re going for the weekend. Hell, they all have. I tried bribing Theo with chocolate chip cookies, his favorite, but he wouldn’t budge. This is going down in the Jameson manual under information extraction.

Tongue flat against the prominent vein, I force every bit I can take of him down my throat until the tears prick my eyes. And then I suck. Up and down, I pull random grunts and groans until the truck veers off the road and comes to a stop.

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