Page 107 of Road Trip to Forever
I recall what Lola said to me at the wedding. How if she got married, she’d wait to tell her friends. It’s like right now, I think. She’s not beside me to break the news, and talking about her without having her by my side feels wrong. Like we’re gossiping about someone else and not the love of my life.
A white lie for a few days won’t hurt anyone. Lola will understand.
“Sorry. Nothing new to report. Still in just best friend territory over here. We made it to the hotel where the show is, and the contest kicks off the day after tomorrow,” I say, leaning back against the trunk of the tree.
“How’s Lola? Where is she?” Emma asks.
“In the room. She’s working. I think she’s doing okay. Not on edge, but super excited.”
“Tell her we’re proud of her,” Jo says. “And we wish we could be there.”
“I will, I promise. We’ll call you all later to check in.”
“We know you’re lying,” Jack says, his eyes narrowed.
“Lying about what?” I ask, picking up a blade of grass and running it between my fingers.
“You and Lola. Something happened. And it’s fine if you want to keep it to yourself, but it’s so obvious. I haven’t ever seen you smile this much.”
“Normal people smile, Jack,” I say.
I look at my reflection in the camera and bite back a laugh. Iamsmiling, with puffy cheeks and wrinkles around my eyes. I look sleep-deprived, missing hours of slumber to indulge in Lola before we crawled under the covers far too late last night.
They don’t know I’m thinking about what she looks like when she comes, her head thrown back and her hands in my hair. The shape of her hips and the sounds she makes. How if I press my thumb into her andthencircle, she reacts with a guttural moan, heels pressing into my lower back and wordlessly asking for more.
“No idea what you mean.” I stand and dust off my shorts. “I’m off for a run.”
“Liar,” Jack says, and I wave goodbye, clicking the screen closed.
The sun is warm and the temperature is oppressive, but I pound the pavement anyway, knowing the faster I run, the faster I can get back to see my girl.
* * *
“You look gorgeous,”I say.
I’m staring at Lola in her thigh-length dress and sky-high heels. My tongue is probably hanging out of my mouth and my heart is thumping in my chest, erratic and out of control as I watch her get ready for the welcome mixer tonight.
She’s leaning over the bathroom counter, a tube of mascara in her hand as she finishes her eye makeup. I’d like to stay up here for the rest of the night. Bend her over and run my hand up the back of her leg and under her dress. Order room service and lock ourselves away, feeding her an ice cream sundae in nothing but a bathrobe.
She promised some of the other designers we would stop by though, so instead of keeping her to myself, I know I have to share.
At least I can show her off.
“It’s not too much?” she asks about the bright purple outfit, the fabric clinging to her body and showing off every one of her curves.
“Depends on what you’re going for.” I lean against the bathroom wall. “Want to send me into cardiac arrest? Already done. Trying to look hot and showing off something you made? Mission accomplished.” I move and step behind her, my hand dipping down the front of the outfit and pulling her right nipple. Her eyes flutter closed, the makeup brush falling to the countertop. “Might be a little extreme for a walk in the park, but I wouldn’t complain.”
“We’re going to be late,” she says, resting her head against my neck.
“Then open your legs and let me make you come really quick so we can head downstairs and meet all your friends,” I whisper in her ear.
Now that I’ve gotten a taste of Lola, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. How did we go so long without touching each other? I’m insatiable for her.
Her feet wiggle apart and her thighs press against mine. I kiss her cheek then her neck, one hand still down the front of her dress and the other carefully bunching the material up around her waist.
“You’re going to watch how well you take my fingers, honey,” I say. “One leg on the counter.”
Lola whimpers and lifts her right leg. I can see all of her in the glass, magnified and multiplied. There are two of her andfuck, that’s a beautiful sight.
