I give her a side glance and adjust my dick. Hearing the words penetration and orgasm from her mouth have made me think some naughty thoughts. I’m almost inclined to stop the car and see if she’ll let me take her on the side of the road, only I force myself to think with my head and not my cock, because I can’t fuck things up with Flynn’s best friend. She’s coming to Richmond Hill to support my sister.
“Shit, that sounds hot,” I reply, and shift in my seat. Sloane pulls her attention to me, her gaze dropping to my crouch before her green eyes land on my face.
“Can we stop talking about my mother?” she asks, narrowing her eyes, even though her tone is playful.
“Yeah, we better stop,” I agree, lest my dick rips through my jeans. “So, are you dating anyone now?” I ask, then realize this topic is still hovering over sex.
“No, not really. It’s hard to find a decent guy in Chicago,” she says, a little resigned. She peeks in the back seat to check on Chance. I can see in my rearview mirror that he’s fast asleep.
“I’m surprised. I would think a hot woman like yourself would have guys falling at her feet,” I say.
She scoffs. “I didn’t say they weren’t falling. They just aren’t my type,” she says curtly. “I’d ask you about your dating life, but I gather you’re still on the bunny craze,” she says, surprising me. I just didn’t think she would know much about me.
“I don’t see myself settling down any time soon.” I nod.
“Right,” she replies.
For the next hour, we drive in silence. I turn up the radio and find a station with some R&B. Sloane curls into a ball and falls asleep. I can’t help looking over and checking her out every so often. She’s adorable, witty, sexy—everything I could want in a woman. The minute I think the thought, a what-the-fuck switch goes off in my mind. I have to shut those thoughts down.
Fast.
This girl wants commitment, not a one-night stand. I take a deep breath and remind myself she’s in the no-fly zone. This is gonna be one long-ass trip to Canada.
Three
Sloane
I’m fast asleep when I feel a wet sensation on my face. It doesn’t take long for me to register that Chance is slobbering over me with his kisses. Shit!
I wipe the drool off my face and open my eyes to see adorable round brown eyes looking at me.
“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” I tell him.
“Thanks, sugar.” Oli grins.
I look at him, and even though I roll my eyes, I can’t help but smile.
“I think we better get this guy out to nature, and I wouldn’t mind a fresh cup of brew.” He winks at me.
“I skipped on breakfast this morning. I’d love something to eat,” I reply, biting my bottom lip. I’m starved, although I think it may be for the hunky hockey player in the driver’s seat. Gosh! When I peeked down to his package before, I could’ve sworn he was hard or maybe just really well-hung. I could never imagine telling a guy like him I’m a virgin. He’d probably laugh in my face or run in the other direction. He probably likes his women experienced. Sheesh, I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts. He’s a manwhore, not relationship material.
Oli veers off the side of the highway where there’s a McDonald’s set up beside a gas station. I’m not really one for junk food, but I feel like I could pretty much eat anything right now.
Oli puts the car in park, and I’m thankful, because Chance has resituated himself back on my lap.
“He really likes to sit on you,” Oli says, confirming what I already know. He leans over me to reach for the glove compartment. The smell of his woodsy cologne wafts up my nose. Heaven. He pulls out a leash and looks up to me. “I’ll go around and get him from your side.”
When he opens his door, Chance barks but doesn’t leave my lap. Oli walks briskly around the car and opens my door, securing the leash around Chance’s neck. He actually has to yank him off me. Finally, Chance relents.
“He really likes you,” Oli repeats. Great, the dog can’t seem to get enough of me. Too bad you aren’t into me.
“I’m going to head inside to buy some food. Can I get you anything?” I ask, wanting to be polite and also needing some time away from him to gain some composure since I feel like a hot mess. Jeez! Did I really have the sex guru talk with him? Maybe I should warn him about my hostile vagina while I’m at it.
I want to smack myself upside the head. I can be so awkward when I’m nervous. Given my mother’s occupation, she insists on consulting with me about my sex life.
“I’ll take their breakfast special, whatever that is, and a large coffee with two milks, one sugar,” he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill and passes it to me.
“Your money isn’t good here, Russell. I got this.” I smile and blush, because I can’t stop with the awkward comments. Did I really just call him Russell? That is so weird.
“I insist.” He continues to try and place the money in my hand.
“No, you’re driving us to Canada. The least I can do is buy you breakfast.” Just as I finish the sentence, Chance yanks Oli forward to a large area covered in grass. It’s funny to watch the giant being pulled by his giant dog. I hear Oli holler in the distance, “I’ll be around here when you get back.”
He breaks into a brisk jog with Chance. Both those boys clearly need to release some energy. I do too, only of the different kind. Being a virgin for this long has me horny as hell. Even though I don’t know exactly how it feels I can only imagine it would be amazing with Oli, who must be a pro. There I go again, thinking of him in a compromising position. I need to cleanse my mind.
I take a deep breath, as if that will do it, and shake my head as I walk toward the McDonald’s. I don’t even remember the last time I ate at a McDonald’s. Must’ve been my first year in college.
My nerves get the best of me and I feel like stuffing my face with food, so I head up to the counter and order the largest breakfast they have—one for me and one for Oli—then I grab our coffees. We clearly can’t eat inside, since they don’t allow dogs in here. We sure as hell can’t leave Chance in the car by himself, because if Flynn got wind of that, she’d be pissed. He’s like another one of her children.
I exit McDonald’s with a large brown paper bag and a tray of coffee. I search around for Oli, but I don’t see him at first. I walk over to the edge of the grass and place our food on a picnic table. When I turn to look for him, I see him jogging around or maybe it’s Chance taking him for a jog and not vice versa.
I wave Oli down. He guides the dog over to where I’m seated. Oli comes up to me, huffing for air.
“Chance gave you a work out, I see.” I smirk.
“I kinda like having a dog.” He grins.
“Is it okay if we sit out here? I figure we can’t take Chance inside.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” He shrugs, and bends down to tie Chance’s leash to the table. I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t help how my breaths change when he’s near or that my heart picks up its pace. When he snaps his head up and stands, I refocus on the paper bag, removing the food. He takes a seat beside me, his arm brushing up against mine. A shot of electricity runs through my arm from just his touch. Having him seated beside me puts me off though, because I assumed he would sit across from me. I will my cheeks to remain their pale pallor, but no luck. I feel the flush and know they must be crimson. In an effort to hide my flush, I focus on taking the food out of the bag and setting it up. I open the containers, and steam wafts into the cool air.
“Fuck yeah. Junk food,” Oli says, sounding a little too excited. “I can’t remember the last time I had any.”
We begin to eat our large meal. I drizzle maple syrup on my pancakes and ask him if he wants some. He takes it from me and pours a heck of a lot on his pancakes too.
As the first bite enters my mouth, I let out a moan. “This crap is delicious.”
I continue to shovel scrambled eggs in my mouth
, followed by a piece of sausage. I moan again. I’m usually a clean eater. This is my guilty pleasure.
“Fuck, you make eating sound erotic.” Oli pulls me from my food-induced orgasmic state.
I turn and look at him, feeling slightly embarrassed, knowing my mouth is stuffed to the hilt.
“Jeez, Shorty, for a tiny thing, you sure know how to pack it down.” He grins, forking a mouthful of food into his mouth. Was that a compliment? It sure sounded like one.
“It’s sooo good,” I can’t help but groan this time.
“I know. It’s like mouth wateringly delicious,” he confirms. “It’s like we’re having food sex right now,” he says, and as his words register. Holy crap.
I must gaze at him, a little confused, because then he says, “Aw! Come on, Shorty. We were just talking about titillating orgasms without penetration in the car not long ago. You just moaned numerous times and rolled your eyes like you were enjoying this. You can’t blame me for making the link,” he says innocently.
“Oh my gosh.” I hold my hand over my mouth so my food doesn’t spill out, and try to contain my laughter.
Oli begins to laugh too, and after I laugh, I swallow the excess of food in my mouth. He swallows too, and his throat bobs as our eyes connect and our expressions turn from serious to something heated and wanting. That same tingly feeling returns, spreading throughout my body. I crave this man. I’ve never had this exact feeling before.
His face drifts toward mine, his hazel eyes lock on mine. I lick my lips in anticipation. He’s moving slow enough that I have time to pull away or press a hand to his chest to stop him, but I don’t want to. I want to kiss him more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.
Our lips connect. Oliver fucking Russell is kissing me, and it’s every bit as sensuous as my wildest fantasies. He begins to move his lips on mine, his body shifting and turning toward me. He wraps one hand at the back of my neck and deepens the kiss. Our tongues entwine, and I let out a moan. He tastes like sweet maple syrup and a mixture of some other things that are distinctly him. I place my hands on his broad shoulders. He shifts closer to me, and as our tongues continue to dance, my clit throbs between my legs. A part of me wants to straddle him here on this picnic bench. I can’t do that because we’re in public and we at least need to keep this PG-13. I can’t help but hope our lips will connect again in a more private setting. But then he would need to know I was a virgin first, and I hate to think what he would think of me then. Maybe that there’s something wrong with me. It isn’t normal for a twenty-seven-year-old woman to be a virgin. Why am I thinking these thoughts instead of enjoying the best kiss of my life?
Chance barks, pulling us from the kiss and me from my crazy thoughts. We break apart and turn our heads to see the dog has jumped up and now has his two front paws on the table. He’s an inch away from reaching for Oli’s sausage—the one on his plate.
Oli smiles. It’s warm and friendly. His fingers brush over his lips as he looks to me with a pleased expression. I can only imagine my blush has returned full force, and I’m a little surprised that he seems just as taken back by the passion behind the kiss as I am, or maybe I’m just reading him wrong.
“I won’t apologize for kissing you,” he says off the bat, which throws me off. The last time we kissed at the gala, no words were spoken. We broke the kiss off quickly when Oli spotted Myles and Flynn walking toward us. “Eating breakfast beside you was like foreplay, and that kiss was a damn good kiss.” He pauses, and my heart accelerates. I’ve stayed up late on so many nights imagining him saying something along those lines to me.
My tongue remains in a twist. My brain feels like mush, and as much as I want to have a good comeback for him right now, I don’t. My mind is filled with that perfect kiss. Words escape me.
This cocky egomaniac who has probably slept with countless women actually looks shy as he shifts on the bench. My cheeks burn from the realization that he’s left me completely breathless.
As if reading my torment, he pulls his attention from me and throws Chance a piece of his breakfast sausage. That gets the dog off the table. He turns back to me and says, “You should finish your breakfast. We need to hit the road.”
That’s it. As if we didn’t share an earth-shattering kiss.
I don’t know what I was expecting from him. I know I shouldn’t have expected anything at all, but a part of me wants to analyze that kiss down to its core. You don’t just kiss someone breathless and leave them hot and tingly, then walk away. That kiss was the kind of kiss fairytales were based on. My mind races; my head spins. Oliver Russell is simply too much for me to handle. He probably thinks I’m unskilled. Truth is, next to him, I am.
With a deafening silence radiating between us, I turn to finish my breakfast, minus the moans. He thought the way I ate my breakfast was like foreplay. Does that mean he wants me? I scoff, because he wants any hot babe, and it shouldn’t matter to me anyway. He’s a sex-on-a-stick manwhore who won’t settle down. That’s all. Problem is, I know there are many more layers to him than just his hotness. I sigh and continue to shovel the food in my mouth. Why try to be attractive? We clearly aren’t going to happen.
Four
Oli
We’ve been back on the road a full hour. Sloane hasn’t said a word since our lips touched and our tongues tangled. Fuck!
I lick my lips, wanting to feel the taste of her, only it’s gone, and I crave more. What was I thinking, driving down in the same car as her? I’ve been attracted to her for years. There’s only so much a guy can take. She put her sweet ass in my face, then she got off eating her breakfast, plus she was nice to talk to. I never have any real conversations with the bunnies, besides them asking about my stats in a game and if I want a blow job first. Problem is, I’ve been living that life for a long time now. It’s been getting old.
I check my phone to see how much longer we have. It’s only been three hours, but it feels like we’ve been driving forever. Sloane has been too quiet. Lucky Chance settled down after I took him for that run.
“Talk to me, Shorty. I’m bored,” I say, trying to hide the concern from my voice. I need her to say anything. I need to know I haven’t messed things up.
She turns her head to look at me. I gaze at her quickly. I can’t seem to get enough of those emerald eyes. It’s clearly becoming a problem.
“I uh . . . don’t have much to say.” She shrugs, her voice soft. I’m not used to this gentle side of her. She usually has a sarcastic response for everything.
“Really? Come on. When you’re with my sister, you two are constantly chatting up a storm.” I push a little. “We got another six hours on this drive. I need you to keep me awake, because the road’s beginning to look monotonous,” I admit. I kind of hate long drives. Driving makes me feel drowsy, so I avoid them.
“I can drive. I have a license, you know?” She grins and rolls her eyes at me, and there she is—that sassy girl who seems to always have a lot to say.
“Maybe we’ll switch out at the next stop,” I say, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
“Yeah, I think we need to feed Chance some lunch,” she says. The minute the furry animal hears his name, his ears lift, and he jumps back into the front seat and onto her lap.
“Great,” she sighs. Only this time, the dog doesn’t settle. I’m wondering if he understood the word food or lunch, because he circles on her lap. He’s massive, covering most of her body.
“Come on, Chance. Go to the back.” I wave to him. “I’ll give you a treat if you go to the back,” I plead, knowing Flynn taught him the word treat.
He climbs down the front seat onto the floor in front of Sloane. The area is a little tight for him. “Okay, well at least he’s off your lap,” I concede.
She nods. “Yeah, for now.” She pats his head and says, “Good boy.” For some reason, the dog takes it as an okay to jump back up, only this time he hovers on one of her legs.
“Jesus!” she shouts out. “Gross,
ew. Get the hell off me,” she screams, squirming in her seat.
I pull my eyes from the road long enough to see him humping her leg. Down boy I want her for myself.
I begin to laugh.
“This isn’t funny, Oliver,” she chides. “Stop the damn car and get him off of me!” she yelps. “I told Flynn to neuter him. He does this every time I come over,” she explains, pulling her leg away from him and trying to push him down with the palm of her hand.
Chance jumps on the seat beside her, and she curls up into a ball. He begins to hump her back. I can’t drive with his fucking ass on my stick shift.
“Horny bastard,” I scold him, trying to pull him off Sloane with one hand. Suddenly, the steering pulls to the right.
“Shit!” I hiss.
“What is it?” she calls out. She has her hands above her head like a shield.
“I think I blew a tire,” I answer, my hands in a vise grip on the steering wheel as the SUV veers right. There are cars on each side of me. I somehow need to stop and keep us in one piece.
When the right lane clears, I change lanes, even though my control over the car is minimal. In the meantime, I lift my foot from the gas pedal, needing to bring the car to a stop safely. The car slows as I reach the shoulder, and we finally come to a stop. Holy fuck! That was a close call. My heart races a mile a minute. I take a few deep breaths before I look over to Sloane to make sure she’s okay. I pull the horny dog off her. “What’s with you, Chance?” I shove him to the back seat.
Sloane lifts her head. She looks completely flustered. “What just happened?” she asks frantically.
I rake my fingers through my hair. “I’m pretty sure we blew a tire.” I breathe out heavily, looking to her with a we’re screwed look. I check on Chance. He jumped into the back seat as I slowed the car down. He sits on the seat looking at me through droopy eyes. I point a finger at him, raising my voice slightly and keeping it stern. “You, stay,” I warn. The dog must sense my annoyance, and doesn’t move. I look to Sloane. “I need to get out and check what happened.”
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