“Paisley, I like you.” I try again for the tenth time, hoping to somehow fix this because I really do like her. This is so damn confusing.
“I know, you like me. I’m hot. I’m pretty. You’ve said.” Her brows lift, her lashes hit her lids, and her brown pupils circle around. It’s an all-in eye roll showing the full extent of her exasperation. “But you just can’t. Got it.”
“No, I can,” I proclaim, desperate for her to believe me.
“Okay, you can, just not for me. It’s over, forget it,” she says with a huff, but keeps going, “Too bad I’m not Candace or Tonya.”
Tonya? How would she know to say that name? That’s a coincidence. I haven’t heard from her in months and then this morning saw that she had sent me a few texts. Oh shit.
“You looked through my phone?” I say, taken aback.
“No, I didn’t look through it, I just happened to look at your phone as one of your fuck buddies was texting you.”
I need a minute to think through how to answer. She’s right, Tonya is a fuck buddy. The occasional hookup when neither of us has anything serious going on in the relationship department. It doesn’t surprise me with how things are going that after months, she would choose last night to text me. I’m not sure if Paisley saw all the texts or not, but they did get very dirty and detailed. Given the horrible circumstances of our situation these past two nights, I can only imagine how it looked.
“She’s a friend with benefits. Nothing serious, just fun,” I say.
“Nice. Is that what this is too? Am I a fuck buddy recruit?” She grips the steering wheel. “Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter. In four hours, I drop you off and then we never have to see each other again.”
“Wait. You never want to see me again? What about our date?”
“Our date.” She laughs. “Are you serious? Wow, I don’t know how to break this to you but—it’s not me, it’s you.”
She’s angry and I want to get angry back but I say nothing. I have nothing to say. It is me. I don’t know what happened. There is no valid explanation. It’s crazy; even as I sit here now, thoughts of her and the almost of the last two nights is enough to chub me up. But I was given two chances and blew them both.
I’d have to be crazy to hope for a third chance.
I crumple up a wad of toilet paper and use it to mop up my tears. The only reason I agreed to stop for lunch was so I could release some of the pent-up tears I’ve been holding back all day.
My fury has turned into sadness. Depression over whatever unknown circumstance is causing his body to reject mine. He asked me out. I felt the chemistry. I saw that hard-on in the mirror. He even admitted to the fuck buddy, therefore fucking is not a problem, which makes the problem me. I press the tissue into my eyes to prevent more tears from leaking out.
My phone goes off for the millionth time.
Karie: You need to text me back. If you ignore any more of my texts, I’m going to call the police.
Me: Sorry, we’re on the road. I’m fine. Be home soon.
Karie: Sex was good?
Me: Yes.
It’s necessary to lie right now. I’ll give her the truth when I get home. If I start spilling the story now, my tears will never dry up and I’ve already been in the bathroom way too long. At least thanks to good ole mom, he probably thinks it’s a stomach issue. And what difference does it matter now if he thinks I’m in here shitting my guts out? Whatever blip of hope I had that there was something between us is gone. I’m a wreck. My confidence is shaken. This is a whole lotta rejection in a twenty-four-hour time period for one woman to take.
The other people on Flight 327 to Newark are probably all home and back to their normal lives by now. But not me. Nooooo. I had to opt for the smarter choice of driving home. Smarter…. More like I need to have my head checked.
I splash cold water on my face; it does nothing. I’m blotchy with red, swollen eyes. The only thing that will fix my face is time. I tilt my phone and open up the Cooking Dash app. Leaning against the sink, I temporarily forget about my current situation and help Flo deliver food to patrons of the Cheeky Tiki.
I’m not sure how much time goes by but if you count by levels, four levels later a woman comes into the bathroom calling my name.
“Paisley?” she asks, and I nod. “Your friend Jax sent me in to check on you. He’s worried. He says you’ve been in here for a while. Everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” I check my phone and realize the time. Yikes, I really zoned and this was a ridiculous amount of time to have spent hiding out in the McDonald’s bathroom. “I’m headed back out right now. Thank you.” I push the heavy wooden door and Jax is waiting right outside.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned. “I feel horrible. Can we talk? I want to try and fix whatever this is.”
“It’s fine, nothing to fix.” I keep walking. Outside the windows clouds are forming; more fucking rain is coming our way. We’re so close to home.
Please hold out until we get there.
Mother Nature is a spiteful bitch. We’re not even in the car when the rain starts to come down.
We both run to the convertible banana. Jax takes the keys from me; it’s his turn to drive. We jump inside and slowly merge back onto the congested road in search of the exit for the Turnpike.
“Maybe it’s that I like you too much,” Jax says. I close my eyes and drop my head. Oh God. Please don’t do this. “Like that sex with you was something more special and it was my body’s way of saying to wait.”
“Do you really believe that?” It’s such an absurd statement, I’m actually a little embarrassed for him.
“I don’t know. All I know is that there has to be some reason for what happened both nights.” He raises the speed on the windshield wipers. Already it’s pouring and visibility sucks. I could kick myself for wasting so much time holed up in the bathroom.
“Maybe it’s just a sign that it wasn’t meant to be.” I have to speak loud over the rain coming down in buckets. This trip needs to end. All I want to do is go home, cry in a hot shower, and climb into bed pretending that this never happened. That I didn’t meet a great guy, that I didn’t think there was a promising future, and that my body wasn’t the only one to react to what I thought was an intense physical chemistry.
“I don’t think that’s….” His voice is drowned out by the splashing rain. The roads are unsafe and we’re still driving on that stupid donut tire. There’s a sign up ahead; it’s hard to read but I think it’s for one of those safe texting spots. I point and he immediately turns his blinker on.
The small turnoff is packed with lots of drivers taking time away from the torrential downpour. Luckily at the very end is an opening for a compact car and we are able to slide in and park.
Now what? More talking?
I’m not sure what that’ll accomplish at this point. We’re three hours and thirteen minutes away from home, well, his home, and I think the only thing more talking will do is make things worse. Hopefully Howard Stern has another good interview we can listen to while we wait out this storm.
Jax turns in his seat, trying to reach his bag in the back seat. He grabs it and brings it into the front, fumbling with the front zipper. He tosses a small prescription bottle into the cupholder and retrieves his phone.
“I’ll check the forecast,” he says loudly, running his finger over the screen, swiping it open. I instinctively pick up the pill bottle and read.
“Why do you have your sister’s prescription?” I ask curiously.
“Oh, she gave those to me for the plane. Something to relax. They didn’t really work.”
“You took these?” I sit up in the seat. “How many? When?”
“I don’t know, a few at the airport.”
“A few at the airport?” My eyes nearly pop out of my head. “Did you take it any other times?”
He lowers his eyes, dipping his chin down to scratch the back of his neck.
“I also may
have um... taken two last night.”
“Last night? In the hotel room?” If he’s been popping these pills since I’ve met him, this could change things.
“I know it’s hard to believe now but last night I was so keyed up for what was gonna happen that I took two when you were in the shower just to take the edge off.”
“Jax, this is an antihistamine. A very strong dose. The side effects on a pill like this can be pretty harsh especially if taken the wrong way. Like with alcohol or taking the wrong dosage.”
“An antihistamine? Why the hell would she give me that? And what kind of side effects are you talking about?”
“Well, erectile dysfunction for one thing.”
“Are you saying those pills are giving me ED?” He makes a fist, cracking his knuckles against the palm of his other hand. “My sister gave me pills that fucking causes….” He twists his neck, muttering the rest from the side of his mouth. I can’t make out what he says but I know it ain’t pretty.
“But it should be okay. It’s just like whiskey dick, where once it’s out of your system, you go right back to normal. Usually.”
“Finally. This all makes sense. The two times I took it are the two times I….” His chin juts forward. “You know.”
“Yes, I know.” I raise my brows and look off to the side. Believe me, I know.
“What a relief.” He folds his hands and exhales the sentiment. “You can’t even imagine what kind of things have been going through my head this whole time. I knew it couldn’t be me. And I sure as hell knew it wasn’t because of you. You just saved my fucking life. But….” His eyes narrow. Two tiny slivers of crystal blue stare at me. “How do you know all this?”
Good question. Great one. I think I have no choice but to come clean.
“I’m a pharmacist.”
“You are?”
“Yes. For some reason when you said manager, I went with it. Then I think I just felt weird telling you the truth after that.” It seems stupid now, like duh, why didn’t I just tell him? The truth about my job is probably the least awkward thing between us. And maybe if I hadn’t been so preoccupied with not mentioning it, I would have thought to ask him about any medications he may be taking.
“A pharmacist.” He absorbs it for a second and grins. “So, tell me, is there a chance this shit is out of my system already?”
“It’s possible. Every person is different.” I shake a finger at him. “But you better let this be a lesson, never take a prescription that isn’t prescribed to you.”
“I swear on my life that this is most definitely a lesson learned.”
We both lean back and watch the rain pelt against the windows. The car suddenly seems so quiet without the loud conversation. My mind races with questions. Now that we most likely know what happened… what happens now?
“It’s out of my system,” Jax says.
I look at the clock on the dash. If he took them last night when we checked into the hotel, then it’s been over twelve hours and there is a good chance the dosage has left his system.
“Possibly,” I reply.
“No, Paisley, it’s out of my system. I know it is.” His eyes travel down and mine follow. His running pants have transformed into a tent with one very sturdy pole holding it up.
“What are you suggesting?”
“I’m not suggesting anything. But if there is even the smallest chance, I am begging.”
Sex in a small car. In public. In the rain. With a guy who has crapped out on me twice.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Jax… there’s a big chance.”
If the Banana’s a Rockin’
Once the condom is in place, Paisley spreads her legs over my lap and sinks down on my rock-hard dick.
That’s right. Rock. Hard.
The back seat wasn’t gonna work. The driver seat sure as hell wasn’t gonna work. So we reclined the passenger seat and even though it’s tight, it’s all good, because it is so fucking tight.
Paisley leans forward, my grip firm on her waist guiding her round hips over my throbbing cock, which has returned with a vengeance and has something to prove.
“Oh God… almost… yes… oh… oh….” Her needy whimpers are weakening my resolve but I stay strong.
My hand slides up her shirt, pushing up the bra to release one perfect breast. My thumb skimming across her taut nipple turns her soft pleas into loud screams. The fogged-up windows and crashing rain are our shield, hopefully, protecting us from being seen or heard. Paisley’s body trembles, her wet warmth clenching my cock.
“I’m gonna… I’m coming… I’mmmm cooooommm… ingggg.” The frenzied motion of our hips shakes out her orgasmic cries.
I love that she talks her way through her orgasm, cheering herself on, cheering me on, narrating her pleasure as she begins to see stars. Her hands clutch my shoulders as her body shudders with one last sigh after seeing that final star.
“Oh God… I came… so good.” The tension in her body eases up but her hips return to their previous motion, reading the room, riding me until I’m launched into the same galaxy of stars.
“Grrrrr… fuck… ahhh.” I dig my nails into her skin and thrust, greedy to be as deep inside her as possible. “Fu…ckkk… Pai…. Oh… grrr….” My broken words don’t announce my release quite as clearly as hers but I think she gets the message.
I let out a long exhale, relaxing into the leather car seat. It wasn’t me, it was definitely those fucking pills. Mystery solved. A large sense of relief mixes in with my post-sex high.
The rain continues to wash over the car. Never on this trip did I think I’d be so thankful for a downpour like this.
“Is the date back on?” I ask between breaths.
“Depends.” She takes off her glasses, tossing them onto the driver seat. One hand rises above her head and she pulls her shirt off in one fluid motion. The bra I hastily rearranged is removed. How is it possible to already be this filled with desire so soon after going off? Paisley moves her naked body until her breasts are even with my lips. I open my mouth and take in one of her delicious pink nipples. My eager dick rises back to half mast.
“Depends on what?” I ask in a weak voice muffled against her skin. I’m not even sure what we’re talking about anymore.
She brings her lips down to my ear and whispers, “If you can get me to multiple orgasm status.”
His gloriously hard dick rubs against my stomach and I know he’s ready to go again. The front seat of this small car makes it hard to maneuver, and pins and needles have slightly settled into one foot.
It’s not the easiest thing but I’m able to hoist myself up and flip around, grasping at the dash for leverage. A second condom is slid into place and he holds on to his shaft, slowly helping to guide it into my wet entrance. I take the proverbial reins to reverse cowgirl him because I am a fucking rock star and we are going to celebrate this ready and oh so very able dick.
Our rhythm is a bit off at first and his dick slips out twice before we really get it right. Maybe rock star was a bit of a stretch. Trying a new position for the first time in the front seat of a Mustang isn’t all that smart. But once Jax stills himself, allowing me to take control, things quickly escalate. Warmth pools in my belly, seeping its way downward, lower and lower as the tingling sensation rebuilds. This time I relish in the rise of passion rather than rush to release.
Jax’s fingers trail down my back and up my sides, adding to the rush. Up and down, up and down, I am so close. So close…. I bite down hard on my lip.
“Are you coming?” Jax huffs out the words.
“Al… most.”
“I want to hear it when you do. I want you to talk to me just like last time.”
“I’m… coming.” My words are strained from pleasure and the incredible amount of exertion I’ve undertaken. Balancing, riding, rhythm, this is all me. He’s got the easy part. Delight quivers between my thighs with the reward of all my hard work. “I’mcoming. I’mcoming,” I say it
fast, matching the speed of my pelvis. An epic spasm explodes and I curl my hand into a fist, slamming it on the dashboard repeatedly until the high winds down.
Jax groans underneath me, my wits returning just in time to be present and appreciate the elated sounds and deep thrusts of his finish.
Climaxes reached. Multiple climaxes. For both of us. Amazing. And to think that we almost missed out. A few more hours and I never would have known that it was the misuse of a prescription, of all things, that was the real culprit behind his issue.
“Hey.” Jax’s voice seems louder and I realize the rain has slowed. The awareness of our adventurous position is now a little more awkward. The after-sex cramped car turnaround maneuver is probably not gonna be that sexy.
I lift up, cross my arms around my chest, and try to finagle my way back around. My elbow hits the door. “Ow.” More finagling. I bump my head. “Ouch.”
Jax hand feels around, searching for something.
“Did you take off the condom?” he asks, looking down at his unsheathed dick.
“No. But I know you put a second one on,” I say, bending down to grab my bra from under the steering wheel. I accidentally punch him in the face struggling to get it back on in the cramped space.
He rubs his cheek. “Yeah, but I only see one.” We both look at the first used condom on the console. Yuck. Rental cars. Not that I can judge; I’m now part of the reason why people should be wary.
“I don’t know,” I say, unsure where it could have gone. I swipe my panties from the headrest, ready to wriggle my way back into them as best I can. Once I’m dressed, I can get out, giving Jax more room to get dressed. I adjust one leg and something drops, landing on Jax’s exposed thigh. “Oh… my… God,” I say, knowing without even looking what it is.
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