Page 74 of Road Trip
Chapter Eighteen
Abra
The shower was phenomenal. Every muscle in my body felt wrecked. Being with a younger man, especially one in the kind of shape Kelly was, turned out to be a challenge. Sure I was flexible enough and never had trouble matching stamina with partners in the past, but Kelly was a machine. A perfectly tuned, efficient, pleasure machine. Oh, fuck me, that man made me come more times than I thought was humanly possible! I’d probably have to start working out with him if I was going to keep up. Funny thing was, I wouldn’t mind it. I wouldn’t mind doing just about anything with him! I had fallen so hard for my farm boy.
We showered together, taking our time to massage each other’s shoulders while we talked and cleaned each other. He was better at it than I was. His damn muscles were so thick, I could barely get my thumbs into them.
“I’m sorry, that can’t feel very good,” I admitted to him.
He laughed, turned around, and took my hands in his. “I love your hands, Abra. They are so delicate. I love it when you touch me.”
He made me feel so special. I didn’t quite know how to handle it, so I shied from his praise a lot of the time. I knew it bothered him, but I didn’t know how to act any different.
His smile fell a little and he turned me around to put the conditioner in my hair.
“Abra, I think I should go home tomorrow. Katie needs me. I’m having so much fun with you, but I think if I ignore this situation any longer, I’m going to start really stressing and I won’t be much fun to be around.”
It was time I started taking care of him. He’d been so good to me, and I knew he had a lot of ugliness in his future.
“Let’s drive home together tomorrow. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” I turned to look up at him and his smile took my breath away.
“Yeah? Would you stay with me? At the ranch? I have the guest house on the property. I’d love it if you’d stay with me and meet—”
“Let me think about it. I’m a little nervous about meeting your family. They probably will tell you I’m not right for you.”
“Abra, they won’t tell me anything. At least not my grandparents. They are wonderful, caring, and accepting people. My parents, well, honestly you could be Sarah Palin and my mother would still take issue with you. She doesn’t like anyone. I won’t subject you to her, yet. But honestly, no one but Mother ever has issues with my decisions, and the rest of them will be really happy for me.”
I gulped. “Kelly? Are you a Republican? Like a conservative?”
He shook his head. “First generation Democrat. I bucked family tradition. It drives my parents crazy. I’m not a flaming liberal or anything, but yeah, I vote Democrat.”
I sighed in relief. “Oh good. I was about to panic. As much as I value other people’s opinions, at least outside my head, there’s no way I could be partners with someone who wasn’t at least in agreement with me on a few key issues.”
We turned off the water and dried off. I could see that lustful look in his eyes as I applied my lotion. I threw up the timeout hand signal.
“Babe, there’s no way. I need to recuperate.Your youthful exuberance, while greatly appreciated and admired, wiped me the fuck out.”
He chuckled to himself. “I’m that easy to read? Sorry. I can’t help it, doll. I’ve never had so much fun or enjoyed being with someone so much. I could worship your body every day for the rest of my life and it wouldn’t feel like enough.”
Oh Lord. Okay, maybe I could check into some workout videos, add some supplements into my diet, join the gym…
“That is flattering, thank you. I would love for you to enjoy me every day, just maybe not five or six times a day. I didn’t even think it was possible. You are a beast!”
He blushed a little, his cheeks all mottled. “You do things to me, to my control. I don’t ever want to stop. Control is highly overrated when it comes to you.”
My ego was going to blow up in my face if he kept this up. “You’re killing me, Farm Boy. Now come on, let’s go eat!”
We joined Stevie and McShane at the Mexican restaurant in the Hard Rock, provocatively called the Pink Taco. I had to stifle a laugh as we approached the entrance and I looked at Kelly. His eyes bugged out at the signs, and even once we were seated, his eyes were wide as they roamed the place.
“Babe,” I whispered to him. “What’s the matter?”
He blushed and ran his hand over his mouth. Stevie and Aaron were looking over the menu and chatting, so I knew I wouldn’t embarrass him. I lifted my menu and hid us behind it.
“It’s just…isn’t Pink Taco what some people might—”
“Call a vagina? You can say it, Kelly. Vuh-ji-nahhhh. If you’re going to play with it, you have to be able to say it,” I teased.
He raised an eyebrow at me and before I could react, he had his hand up my dress and was whispering in my ear.
