She sighed. “I told you the dirty talk would work.”
“It was such a turn on. That, and your twelve-year boy body.” He lifted himself onto his elbows to look at her. “Was this a bit better for you?”
“It was marginally better…than jogging. You’re really bad in bed, Kevin, possibly the worst I’ve ever had.”
He laughed and lightly licked her lips. “Guess I’ll have to keep trying.”
November, 26
Amarillo, Texas
The sight before him turned him into a mad man. It was her idea. She wanted to experiment with different positions. It started out a little awkward because her bedroom talk still included the word research, but this particular statistic had really piqued his interest. She’d said that sixty-nine percent of women preferred being taken from behind. After they’d dwelled a bit on the sixty-nine, he gave her what she asked for.
Now he had her bent over the bed, that big, juicy ass bouncing every time his hips slapped against it. His hand print on that ass, red and glowing. There were a few hickies on the curve of her cheek as well. She did, in fact, have an ass so fine that he wanted to keep tapping it. Jasmin, and her incredible body, were becoming an obsession, an addiction. He couldn’t get enough of her. He fisted his hand in her hair and leaned lower to bite into her shoulder.
“Oh…Kevin…” she whispered urgently. “Fuck me harder.”
That was the type of dirty talk he preferred. He obliged, slamming into her until she whimpered. Shuddering, she climaxed with his name on her lips and he followed close behind, his fingers savagely latching onto her hips. That was definitely going to leave a mark too.
“Fuck!” He was still pumping even after every drop had been drained from his body. “Thank you, Alfred,” he murmured, resting his heavy head on her back as he tried to get his breath back.
Her upper body relaxed and with a small moan, she dropped against the mattress. “Kevin…should I be worried that you call out a guy’s name in bed? This is not the first time.”
“That shouldn’t worry you at all.” He flipped her over on the bed, spread her legs and crawled between them. “Let’s do it again.”
November, 27
Still in Amarillo, Texas
Jasmin walked out of the bathroom and saw Kevin sitting on the bed. He was barely dressed, didn’t even have a shirt on and showed no sense of urgency to get back on the road.
“Are you ready to go?” she asked, hoping the question would get his ass in gear.
He stood up and closed the gap between them. “Yeah, I’m ready to go.” He grabbed a fistful of her sweater and pulled her towards him. “Back to bed.”
“No!” She pulled out of his grip and tried to move towards the door.
He stepped in front of her, flashing her a naughty grin, and she already felt her resolve weakening. She had no defenses when he looked at her like that. She moved to the left and then to the right and he blocked her path each time, looking very amused at the cat and mouse game they were playing.
“We are leaving today,” she said firmly.
“No, we’re not.”
He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder like some kind of cave-man.
“You’re a barbarian!” she shouted, smacking his ass as he carried her back to the bed.
A barely interested chuckle was all she got in response. He dropped her onto the mattress and pinned both her wrists against the bed as his body covered hers. Her resistance melted as soon as his mouth touched her neck. She was putty in his hands in no time. He’d awoken a sexual desire within her and it never took him long to get her hot and aching for him. Using one hand to keep her wrists above her head, his other hand moved over her breast and down her stomach to unbutton her jeans. As soon as his hand slipped into her panties, a sexy grin curved on his lips.
“So wet for me, Jasmin?” he teased. He lightly stroked his fingers along her entrance before sliding them inside her and she had to bite her lip to stop a gasp. “And here I thought you wanted to leave.”
“I do…” She was breathless and desperately grinding against him, but she still tried to reason with him. “Kevin…Fuck…We need to leave. We can’t…just stay at this motel and have sex all day.”
“Of course, we can.” His tongue traced over her bottom lip in a way that was almost predatory. “I’ll prove it to you.”
November, 28
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
He’d told her nothing had changed, but a lot had changed. Somehow he was different yet still the same. He still had an abrasive sense of humor, but every day he let his guard down a little more and his softer side was beginning to make Jasmin weak in the knees. She was trying to not get sucked in too deep. He was an enigma, a person she shouldn’t trust. When he was cold, he was so cold, lashing out with rude remarks and curt comments. But when he was hot, he was so…so…hot. It wasn’t just about the sex. Hot, mind-blowing sex was just a bonus. It was the way he kissed her, the way he brushed her hair back, the way he spoke to her for hours even though he hated talking. He was attentive and affectionate, so different from the person she’d met almost a month ago. He made her feel cherished and special and…wanted.
Though, some things were still the same. Last night she’d made the mistake of asking him about Perry. It was strange. During the last few days he’d spoken to her openly about everything, but when Perry’s name was mentioned, he instantly withdrew. There were no fights or arguments, but he’d been distant ever since. It was almost like he was consciously trying not to think about it and as soon as he did, it was a reminder that he shouldn’t be happy. He was carrying around so much guilt because he was the only one who came out of the accident unharmed and he felt like he didn’t deserve to be happy when the lives of the others had been destroyed.
He hadn’t said much and even during the drive to Oklahoma; he’d just stared out the window, looking lost and alone, reminding her of their very first day of their road trip.
She sat down on the grass outside the spherical-shaped building. The sun was beginning to set and the Myriad Botanical Gardens began to light up. The array of neon colors shining through the glass windows were captivating, blues and pinks and greens illuminating the evening sky. The Christmas lights strewn across the trees outside reflected on the water and made her feel like she was trapped in a magical paradise.
It was really cold today (well, at least she thought so. Kevin was waltzing around in a T-shirt). She was shivering, but after being stuck in a motel room for three days, she wanted to bask in the fresh air and the ambience of the city. Kevin returned a few minutes later with two tuna bagels he’d bought from a nearby street vendor. He handed one to her and sat down beside her, leaving a fair amount of distance between them.
“I’m tired of food on the go,” Jasmin complained, removing the cling wrap from her bagel. “I’m dying to have a good home-cooked meal. It would’ve been nice to have one today…it’s Thanksgiving today, right?”
He only nodded.
“What does your family do on Thanksgiving?”
“Nothing,” he replied with a shrug. “Christmas is the only holiday we celebrate, because it’s the only time Jordan and Max come home. My mom won’t do anything without them there.”
His response was flippant and lethargic. She knew she couldn’t lighten his mood, she merely wanted to get his mind off the thoughts plaguing him. She hated seeing him like this.
After eating half her bagel, she decided to take the risk of a verbal assault. She shifted towards him, pushed his legs apart and then sat down between them with her back to his chest. He didn’t seem happy about it but he said nothing. She pulled his arms over her shoulders, draped them around her neck, and leaned back against him.
“Once upon a time,” she said, “there lived a king…King Jasmindeous and one day…”
She heard a playful sigh behind her as she continued with her story, which was all about the ongoing feud between King Jasmindeous and King
Kevidius over who would be the true ruler of the land. After much fighting, the two decided to engage in a jousting match to settle it once and for all, but when King Jasmindeous declared that the jousting match was to be fought with their penises, King Kevidius gracefully bowed out as he realized he didn’t stand a chance.
“What’s the moral of that story?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Not every battle is worth fighting. Sometimes you just have to accept that losing is inevitable.”
“Good lesson, but I don’t think that’s a true reflection of events. I think King Jasmindeous had the smallest penis in the world.”
“What? King Jasmindeous is a true gangsta with a huge shlong. He be blappin’ bitches on foreheads.”
He tightened his arms around her neck. “What the fuck you know about blappin’?”
“I’m an expert. Don’t make me whip it out and show you.”
She couldn’t be sure, but there might have been a chuckle then. She liked that she could get him to soften (most of the time). A gentle kiss was placed on her cheek and then he nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. He said nothing after that; he just held her close as they watched the sunset in the distance.
November, 29
Little Rock, Arkansas
The closer they got to Georgia, the more anxious she became. Kevin had thought that they’d spend more time in Oklahoma, but they were already in another state. A few weeks ago all he wanted was to get to Florida as soon as possible and now he didn’t want this trip to end. Georgia marked the end of their time together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that just yet. But she seemed hell-bent on putting mile after mile behind her. Sightseeing was of little interest to her. She was more preoccupied with what might happen more than what was happening. She’d talked about meeting her mother a lot during the drive to Arkansas.
They’d stopped at a small restaurant for a late lunch and met a couple, Frank and Meredith, who’d also recognized her from the talk show she was on. There was something about her that seemed to draw people in. He’d seen it throughout the trip. Frank and Meredith were completely fascinated by her and had joined them not just for lunch but for sightseeing as well. They’d toured the town with them for no more than an hour before Jasmin made an excuse to cut it short.
After saying goodbye, she promptly looked for a hotel where they could spend the rest of the afternoon. It wasn’t about touring anymore. She wanted to reach her destination, but her booking into a hotel also showed that she wanted them to be alone for these last few days and he wasn’t going to complain about that.
“So nine is easy,” Jasmin said as they followed the bellboy down the long corridor.
She reached into her purse and as soon as he saw a notepad and a pen, he knew that shit just got real. Their conversation with Frank and Meredith had sparked some of his own questions and he’d asked how she did those crazy equations in her head. She explained that every number had a pattern, then went on to explain the pattern of two through to eight in the car ride to the hotel. She was currently busy explaining nine. She got so excited talking about numbers that he sort of regretted asking.
“When you multiply a number by nine, you actually should just multiply it by ten and then subtract that number. So if you say eight hundred and fourteen times nine, you multiply it by ten, giving you eight thousand, one hundred and forty and then subtract eight-fourteen and you get seven thousand, three hundred and twenty-six. See? Easy.”
“Yeah, it sounds easy,” Kevin argued. “But I can’t even do that basic subtraction in my head in two seconds.”
“It just takes practice.” She started scribbling something down as they got into the elevator. “I’m not gonna even deal with ten. Everybody is so obsessed with ten. It’s so round, the perfect ten, but no one gives eleven the recognition it deserves.”
“It’s a travesty.”
She ignored the comment and the subtle grunt of the bellboy and carried on. “The pattern of eleven is my personal favorite. If you multiply any number by eleven, all you do is add it to itself but one away. For instance, if you say eleven multiplied by twenty-three. You add twenty-three to twenty-three, but one away.”
This conversation was already making his head hurt, but he said nothing when she showed him her notepad.
“See? Two-fifty three. It’s basic addition instead of multiplication. It’s nothing new from what they teach in school. It’s just a short cut, and once you see the pattern, it becomes easy to do it in your head. And the pattern stays the same even if you use bigger numbers.”
The doors opened and the bellboy pushed out the trolley carrying their bags first with them following behind him.
“Like, if you say eleven times…one thousand and twenty-four.” She started scribbling again as they walked down the narrow corridor and turned the notepad to him again when they reached their room.
“Do you see how beautiful eleven is?”
That got another snort from the bellboy and Kevin held back a smile. “I see.”
“All the numbers from eleven to nineteen follow a similar pattern. Now if we move on to twelve…”
The bellboy unloaded their bags, pushed the trolley out of the room and Kevin closed the door behind him. The second they were alone he was on her, pushing her up against the door, his mouth immediately closing over the tender spot at the base of her neck. She let out a little sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. He stripped off his sweatshirt, then unzipped her jacket. She always wore layers upon layers of clothing, but he could get her naked in a matter of seconds. Her hoodie came off next as he moved up from her neck, but before he could kiss her, she placed her finger on his lips.
“Kevin,” she said, sounding equally breathless and annoyed, “I was…I was kinda talking first.”
“That’s the problem. You’re always talking. And I’ve realized that I’m only vaguely interested in about…eighty percent of what you say.”
She giggled. “That can’t be right. I’m sure it’s about…eighty-three point two percent.”
“I’ll be generous and round that up to eighty-four. But this conversation falls into the other sixteen percent and I could put those sexy lips of yours to much better use.”
“I really want to tell you about twelve.”
“And I really want you hot, naked and on top of me.”
“You’re so uncompromising,” she said with a small pout.
“Jeez!” He rolled his eyes. “You went there? Fine. You want compromise? I’m gonna give one minute to say whatever the hell you want and then afterwards, the only words I wanna hear from you are Give me more…” His tongue traced over her lower lip. “Fuck me harder, and Oh, God, Kevin, I’m coming. Okay?”
She flushed a little, heat flickering in her Jasmin eyes, and for a second he thought she might give up on talking all together, but twelve apparently meant a lot to her. “Two minutes,” she countered.
“One minute, Jasmin.” He took out his cell phone and set the timer. “Start talking.”
“Okay,” she began with an apprehensive smile. “I feel a little pressured now, but…anyway. Twelve follows the same pattern, but instead of adding the number to itself, you double it and then add it on, but one away.” She lifted the notepad again. “So, let’s say…twelve times a hundred and thirty-three would be one five nine six. See?”
One minute was actually a really long time, and considering that his time with her was running out, he wasn’t willing to wait.
“Thirteen is the same, but then you triple the number and…so on and so forth…”
He grinded up against her, slipping his hand beneath her shirt, her breast feeling firm and heavy in his palm.
“That’s not fair.” The notepad and pen fell from her hands. “You know I can’t think straight when you do that.”
His mouth moved to her neck again. “You know you just wasted precious time telling me something I already know.”
He tugged the drawstrin
gs and slid his hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. She was wet and ready and all he could think about was burying his cock inside her. Damn, a minute was a really long time.
“And what’s…and what’s cool about it… is that you just use the same pattern…for…bigger numbers.” She moaned when his fingers pushed inside her, one hand gripping his hair and the other scratching his shoulders. “Like if you multiply a number by…ninety-nine…oh, God…you’d use a combination pattern of nine and eleven. Anyone can do it.”
“I disagree. Let’s just be happy someone invented the calculator.”
Her head fell back and he trapped her against the door, finger-fucking her until she was breathless.
She didn’t wait for the timer to beep. “Screw it. You win.”
In one fluid motion, she stripped off her shirt, shoving him back a few steps until he fell onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and her hand was already unbuttoning his cargo pants. A deep groan rumbled in his throat when her hand moved beneath his boxers to rub his cock. There was nothing sexier than her taking charge.
A slight grin formed on his lips. “I distinctly remember telling you that I wanted you naked.”
She stood up and he used the opportunity to kick off his pants. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he waited, watching as she slowly pulled down her sweatpants, but when her fingers hooked onto the edges of her black thong, he stopped her. “Turn around.”
There wasn’t even a hint of shyness as she turned. It was a seductive strip tease as she bent over and dragged her underwear down her legs. He groaned when his eyes caught sight of her pussy—wet, glistening and begging for his attention.
“I love this ass.” He grabbed her hips and tugged her back, his teeth sinking into her left cheek. “Thank you, Alfred.”
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