Page 125 of Road Trip to Forever
“This eyeliner is a pain to get off,” Lola says. She laughs as she wipes under my eyes with a warm washcloth. The water drips down my cheek and onto my neck, pooling in the hollow of my throat and soaking the collar of my shirt.
“I thought about leaving it on for the rest of the night,” I say. “Thoughts?”
“It’s sexy. You pull it off well. You looked so great out there today, Patrick. If I didn’t know you were an elementary school principal, I would have assumed you were one of the models from the get-go.”
“You’re trying to be nice. I stomped down that runway like a linebacker. I’m pretty sure I rattled the metal with every step I took.”
“Stop.” Lola laughs again and swats at my shoulder with the damp rag. I grab it from her and drop it in the sink, pulling her into my lap. Her legs settle around my waist and my hands loop around her lower back. “I’m serious. The audience loved you. The two girls in front of me were flipping through the program trying to find your name.”
“They’re going to be disappointed to learn my social media isnotme posing in my underwear. What do they call them? Thirst traps? All I have on my page are leadership tactics for teachers to use to implement classroom management.”
“You also have the photo of a stack of your ties where you polled your eighty-seven followers to see which one you should wear for Tie Tuesday.”
“And three people responded, thank you very much.”
“Classroom management sounds sexy,” Lola murmurs against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. “Tell me more.”
“Now you’re lying to me.” I thread my fingers through her hair. I smell her shampoo, the bottle she keeps in my bathroom when she goes a day or two without showering, too fixated on her work or not wanting to leave the couch before she remembers she needs to clean herself. She brought it with her on our trip, and I get a whiff of lilacs and roses. “You don’t care about the Encourage Initiative or keys to offering praise. Are you an expert in model behavior?”
“That’s not true. I love praise.”
I dip my head to kiss her neck, trailing down the line of her throat that’s been teasing me all day under the strings of her black halter top. I drag my teeth over the expanse of her fair skin, sucking on the spot right above her collarbone and earning a heavy exhale and a tug on my shirt.
“Then why don’t you be good and open your legs, Lola? I want to taste you,” I say.
She hums and closes her eyes, rolling her hips in a circle against my shorts. I’m already hard, and I don’t bother to hide the effect she has on me.
“I love when you say that.”
“Which part?” I ask.
“All of it.”
I lift her from my lap and set her in the chair. I’d build her a throne if I could, but for now, the squeaky wood will have to do. I nudge her thighs apart and kneel between her legs like she’s a queen and I’ve come to ask for repentance. I reach up and slip my hand under her leather skirt, running my palms up to the elastic of her underwear. I snap the waistband against her hips and she lets out a hiss.
“You’re so sexy, Lola,” I say, pushing her skirt up to her stomach. I drag my nails down her legs and grin when I find her panting, her head dropping back and her hands clutching the arms of the chair.
Next time we’re together, I’ll be patient and really take my time. I’ll be gentle and sweet, making love to her with wandering touches and slow thrusts.
Now, as I look up at her her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and her hard nipples, I want to take and claim and make her mine in every damn way known to man.
I’m about to slide her underwear off when Lola’s phone rings. I glance over my shoulder and see Jo’s name on the screen. I reach over and hand it to her.
“Answer it,” I say.
“We’re kind of in the middle of something,” she says with irritation.
“I never said I was going to stop.” Her eyes widen in understanding and she sits up, fumbling with the device. She nearly drops it, catching it by the corners at the last possible second before she shatters the glass screen. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Answer it, Lola.”
She swipes across the incoming call. “Hello?” she answers, her knuckles turning white as she grips the wood with one hand and her phone with the other. “Hey, Jo.”
I don’t bother taking her underwear off. I leave it on, my mouth working over the white lace. I’ve always liked a challenge, and getting Lola to come while she’s on the phone with a friend is going to be a challenge.
“Don’t be obvious,” I murmur.
My tongue runs over her clit, finding the spot she likes. I’ve gotten a head start, but I’m going to memorize every inch of her when we get home. Lay her out on my bed and study her like I study the books she likes to read. I’m determined to know everything about her. What else makes her toes curl? What else gets her nipples hard? How can I get her to bite her lip and let out the soft moan that I love?
Lola’s hand shoots out and grips my shoulder. I chuckle into her leg and kiss her knee, rubbing my cheek against her thigh and smiling as her hold on me tightens.
