Page 26 of Cookout Carnage
“Did you see that they don’t believe me?”
“I did. Ursula the sea witch wasn’t helping.”
He snaps his fingers. “That’s it. I couldn’t place her. She may have come around at the end.” He lifts two bottles from his tote bag that advertises the bride’s weekend.
He spies his truck, and it’s parked in on all sides. All the parking was taken up by her fucking dinner.
Jonathan begins turning around. His voice is sputtering and loud. “Shit. I need to be with you sooner than later. It’s been a LONG dry spell.” I lean up and nip his bottom lip. “She wanted to be chaste. It’s been me, my right hand, and a whole lot of lube for a year and a half.”
I laugh and it turns me on even more that he hasn’t been with anyone and especially not her. I say, “Holy shit. This is an emergency. You need to come inside of me, stat.”
He laughs, and I scan the area and find exactly what I need. It won’t be fast, but it will do the job. I look in his eyes and see his lips curl up to take over his face. My heart is flipping and flopping and might have to be shocked back into rhythm.
He says, “You still haven’t told me what you were thinking with all of those texts that went unanswered.”
“We’ll get to my vulnerable texts and you still loving me in a minute.”
“And you never gave up on me.”
“Nope.”
“Thanks.”
He raises his eyebrows and puts his hand on his heart, pretending to be shocked by my words. “I don’t know what you are talking about? I said nothing of the kind.” He smirks.
“You did, jackass.”
“When?”
I point to his chest and say, “February 12th. It’s how we got here.” He kisses me roughly, and I moan. “Come.” I break away from him and pull him towards the tractor parked on a sidewalk.
“Not yet. I can wait a minute or two.” He winks, and it’s so freaking sexy.
Scooter’s dad doesn’t plow much anymore but uses it to get around. Scooter likes to use it at night. His father never comes to the fireworks. Hates people. But it’s tricked out with cup holders, a stereo system, and a seat warmer.
I nod to the tractor, and Jon grins. He knows I know what to do.
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JONATHAN
Fuck, it’s sexy when she does this. She lifts the hood. “Been a while. Hold on.” I have faith in her, so I climb up. Moments later, it roars to life. She can hot-wire anything. I reach out and hoist her onto my lap. I lick the back of her ear. She puts it into gear, and we clunk over the curb.
“Fuck. That’s so good.” I kiss and nip at her neck as my hand finds its way to her breast. I knead and caress for a moment. Everyone is at the fireworks, and the street is empty. I reach inside the right cup of her bra and pinch her nipple. “Shit.” We swerve slightly as she throws her head back for a second. The rumble of the tractor and her pert ass bouncing has my dick harder than it’s been in years.
“Do not kill me until I’ve gotten to come,” I say way too forcefully.
“Deal.”
I’ve missed her body. As my hands roam all over it and my lips kiss any exposed skin, I’m struck by how comfortable it is. And also how experience and life have changed us. There’s a small scar on her pinkie. I rub it.
“Where did you get this?” I say, kissing her finger.
“Chopping onions for burgoo.” Suddenly I’m insanely jealous of the person who got to take care of her when she cut herself. And which burgoo did she make? The one with chunks of meat she used to love? Or the vegetarian one she used to make for me?
I blurt out, “I don’t want to miss another moment. Another bowl of burgoo with you. I want it all, now.”
“You want me to make you veggie burgoo?” she asks.
