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“That was crazy,” Ryan chuckles breathlessly, picking up the phone to stop recording.
“Mmm… crazy good.” I pull out of him, slowly, then watch as my orgasm starts to drip.
“Crazy fanfuckingtastic,” Ryan grins, biting his lip while fidgeting, his face all red and blushed.
I get up and grab a towel, handing it to him so he clean up a bit. I’m watching him closely, unable to stop. He’s a true wonder, this kid. Our chemistry knows no bounds.
“What?” He asks when he realizes I’m staring at him.
I tug my lip between my teeth. “Nothing… just… theDaddything.” He laughs and covers his face with his hands. I kneel down next to him, pulling his hands away. “It was fucking hot.”
“Yea… it sorta just came out of nowhere.” He blinks up at my face.
“Well, feel free to let it out again…” I lean in, “If the mood strikes.”
He chuckles and grabs my face, pulling my lips to his.
We kiss for more minutes than I can count before we go back to the house. And I fall into a deep, satisfying sleep.
My eyes are wide as I gaze upon the screen of my laptop.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. This is… exhilarating.
It’s bad, and I justknowI’ll get in trouble if someone finds out, butoh my God, it’s thrilling and I can’t help that fact.
“You ready to go?” Jess’s voice sneaks up behind me and I jump so high I almost hit the ceiling.
Slapping my laptop shut like the guiltiest person on Earth, I whip around in my seat to face her, trying to look as normal as possible while showing her a smile. “Yep.”
She’s too busy rooting around in her purse for the keys to Ben’s truck to notice how crazy I’m acting, which is a very fucking good thing. I casually pick up my laptop and stuff it into a drawer I know no one will open, leaving the house with my wife, my heart beating out of my chest.
“You guys going?” Ben calls to us on our way out, and we turn to nod at him.
I need to go to a couple auto body shops to pick up parts I ordered for the Mustang, and Jess is tagging along. She’s actually super interested in my rebuild, which is sweet since she knows next to nothing about cars. Sometimes Ben comes too, but he told us he had some work to do and had to hang back, even though it’s Saturday and we both assured him he needs to relax. Naturally he wouldn’t hear it.
Ben loves his job, and it’s not out of the ordinary for him to work on weekends when it’s needed, this time in particular since he took Monday and Tuesday off for Pride. However, tomorrow is our official one-year anniversary and we have reservations tonight for a quiet, romantic dinner. Though we all know the real party will start when the three of us get home, and will continue late into the night. Laura’s babysitting Ethan until tomorrow afternoon, and we’re finally going to christen the hot tub.
Basically, Ben needs to get all the work out of his system now because it’s gonna be nothing but play for the next thirty-six hours.Minimum.
“Drive safe.” He presses a sweet kiss on Jess’s lips, then grasps my jaw, giving me one too. It’s virtually impossible not to swoon with him, but I’m forced to keep it in my pants since we’re on a mission. “Remember what I told you…”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but grin at his control-freak ways. “Yes, Benjamin, I remember. Check everything before I accept it and don’t let him talk me into more than I need.”
He smiles and pats me on the ass. “Love you both.”
“Love you!” We call out, already hopping down the front steps toward the driveway.
It’s times like these when I’m grateful that Ben got a truck for work. We’re picking up seats from one guy, and a custom steering wheel from another, and I’m not confident all these things would fit into the SUV which now belongs mainly to Jess and me.
The whole process takes several hours. Locating the proper parts for my baby—I named herVeruca—isn’t always easy. It takes a lot of scouring through auto magazines, phone calls and haggling with dudes twice my age. That’s why Ben is so insistent on me making sure they don’t take advantage of me. Because I’m young and this is my first restoration, which apparently is like ringing the dinner bell for sleazy car guys with dollar signs in their eyes.
But I think I’ve done alright so far. Veruca is almost done. Her engine is totally rebuilt, the exterior looks sick, and now I’m just putting the finishing touches on the interior, with the seats and whatnot.
I’ve gotta say, it’s really been so much fun doing this. Not only the process itself but also everything I’ve learned along the way. I think once I sell Veruca, I’ll definitely use the money to buy another body and go for round two.
I feel like my dad would be proud.
On our way back home, I get a text from Ben:
