Jake wraps his arm around me and kisses my temple. “So this is what you did in college? Perfect your flip cup skills.”
“Damn straight,” I laugh. “And now I have beer all over me.” I dry my hands on a napkin.
“I can help you clean it up.”
“Dirty man,” I tease.
“With you, always,” he whispers in my ear.
“How did you two meet?” Tracy, Justin’s wife, approaches us.
“I’ve actually known her for a while, but she wouldn’t give me a chance,” Jake responds playfully.
“You never tried! Well, not seriously. He’s a huge flirt,” I tell Tracy. “But we have known each other for some time. I’m friends with Savannah and help her run the bakery.”
“Oh, yeah! I knew you looked familiar. Awesome! Well, you guys look adorable together,” she smiles at us.
“Thanks,” I say.
It was a little intimidating at first to meet Jake’s friends, but they are an amazing group of people and very welcoming.
“Ready for another round?” Dylan, another of Jake’s friends, asks me.
“No, I think I’m done. I need to make sure I can walk out of here with some self-respect.”
“Girl, the way you beat everyone at flip cup is totally worth respect,” he laughs and turns to someone who is interested in playing.
They’re definitely a lively bunch and like to have some laid-back fun. It made me feel like I was back in my early twenties and totally okay to play college drinking games since they’re all about my age.
“Are you ready to go?” Jake whispers in my ear some time later.
“Yeah. You need to get to work, right?”
“I do. I also want to go home and shower.”
“Oh, really?” I arch my eyebrow.
“Don’t get any ideas. I don’t have time. Although. . . .” his voice trails off. “Actually, I want to savor you, so you’ll have to wait.”
“Thanks. Now you leave me horny and alone. What’s a girl to do?”
“Come to Southern, and then let me take care of you,” his voice is husky in my ear and I shiver.
“We’ll see,” I wink at him.
“Tennessee!”
“Ow!” Jake rubs the shoulder I just punched while he drives down the highway. “You’re going to make me crash with this game,” he jokes.
“Boohoo!” I laugh. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?” I drop a kiss on his shoulder and smile at him although his eyes are focused on the road.
“Your kisses always make everything better. I can think of another part of me that might need some taking care of.”
“You’re so dirty!” I sit back on my seat, impatiently waiting to get to Atlanta. We have only been on the road for two hours and I am already itching to get out of the car. I have also run out of road trip games.
“You love it dirty,” he counters.
“Maybe just a little dirty, but definitely no road head. Gosh, you’re such a guy.”
Jake laughs, “I sure hope I am. If not, we have a slight problem.”
“The only problem we have is how long this trip is taking,” I sigh.
This causes Jake to laugh harder. “Are you always this impatient in a car? Remind me never to do a cross-country road trip with you.”
“That would be torture. I’d drive you crazy while I’d be going crazy myself.” We both laugh, and I shift around until I settle comfortably by his side. “Do you think they’re all going to flip when they see us together?”
Jake gazes at me a second then says, “They know we’re dating so I don’t see why they would.”
“I know they know, but it is one thing to know it and another to see it. I know it was a surprise for Savannah when I first told her we kissed, so it should be fun to see their reaction when we’re all cuddled together.”
“Cuddled together, huh? Are you going to play nice then?”
“I always play nice! Okay, most of the time.” I smile wickedly, thinking back to how not nice I was to him last night while I was teasing him with my mouth and hands before riding him relentlessly.
“Are you having dirty thoughts?” He reads my mind.
“Guilty,” I say laughing. Things have been good between us. Actually they have been great. I’m really excited to see Savannah and Emily, and to celebrate Sav’s accomplishment.
“Good. Save them for later.”
Savannah insisted we stay in her apartment while we visit and said she would stay with Parker. We didn’t want to put her out so we told her we would get a hotel.
“Not sure you’re gonna get very lucky while we stay at a hotel. It could be gross,” I kid.
His expression makes me burst out laughing. “Oh my god . . .” I catch my breath. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“This is not a joking matter. I will pull over right now and put those dirty thoughts into action if you really are going to say things like that. No place I’ll ever take you will be gross.”
Still laughing, I try to speak. “It better not be gross!” I know he wouldn’t take me anywhere unsafe or dirty, but I’m having too much fun teasing him. “What are you doing?!”
“Putting those dirty thoughts into action,” he says. This is so not happening here.
“You’ve lost your mind. We are not having sex in your truck!”
“Windows are tinted and it’s spacious.” Oh, because that is supposed to make it okay to do what he wants to do.
Jake pulls into a parking lot in the solitary rest area, and I stare at him in disbelief. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe, but there is no way I’m going to wait hours to have you to myself with thoughts of last night swimmin’ in my head and knowing you’re thinkin’ the same thing, darlin.’” His hand trails down the side of my body and sneaks under my sundress.
“Jake,” I half warn and half moan. I feel my heart in my throat, and I know he can see how fast it is beating.
“Yeah, babe?” His fingers sweep across my inner thigh softly, and I shiver in response. “No one will see us,” he whispers in my ear and trails his tongue down my neck, kissing the base of it. I tilt my head back instinctively and he chuckles against my skin. I can’t begin to deny that this feels good. His fingers brush my core over my underwear with feather light touches and I contract.
“Hmm . . . You like that?” He brushes his fingers over me again. I can’t break my eyes away from him. With another sweep, I arch towards his hand. “Ha. You thought I was crazy for pulling over.”
“Will you shut up and kiss me.” I grab his t-shirt and pull him on me, feeling his weight over my body is a relief and an ache at the same time. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting him while my lips move with his. I melt against him as I feel our tongues move sensually together.
Jake’s hands grip my hips, the pain mixing with pleasure building deep within me. Our bodies move with our kiss until I’m lying on the bench of his cab and his body is completely over mine. In a heartbeat, his hands have moved from my hips to my underwear, ripping them down my legs, and his thumb is brushing against my clit.
My hands run down his back and under his shirt, scraping my nails over his skin and back down until they sneak into the waistband of his shorts and grip his ass. His erection hardens even more between us and my hips reach up to meet his.
“Oh!” I arch up when Jake thrusts a finger inside me, then another and begins to fuck me with his fingers while he continues to build my orgasm. His mouth moves down my neck, licking and sucking frenziedly.
Our movements are fast and relentless. My hand moves to the front of his shorts so I can feel him against my hand, but he stops me and lifts his head. His eyes are dark and hooded as he reaches into his pocket. I unbutton his shorts and take the condom from him to roll it over his cock. He teases the tip against my opening. I reach up to kiss him but he pulls back slightly, his eyes laughing. Without warning, he fills me with his cock and I call out.
We move together, the
leather seats rubbing against my lower back, and I finally reach my lips to his. Everything about this moment is hurried and frantic, both of us chasing our release in the confinements of Jake’s truck. The secrecy and knowing we can get caught adds to our passion. Jake reaches between us and rubs my clit, his muscles contracting, giving away that he is getting close to losing his control. My walls clench around him, both to tease him and to reach orgasm. My body heats despite the air conditioning and my skin prickles all around as I free fall, yelling Jake’s name against his neck and wrapping my legs tighter around him.
“God, baby,” he growls into my ear and thrusts one last time, riding my climax with me.
Our breathing is labored and steaming the air in the truck. I grab Jake’s face with my hands and kiss him hard one last time. Holy hell that was intense and hot. I hear my heart’s deafening sound in my ears, the boom of its beat strumming against my chest as I will my breath to slow.
“Oh shit,” Jake curses.
“What . . .”
“Don’t move.”
“What the fuck, Jake?” He leans his body over mine, protective and hiding.
After what feels like forever, he sighs with relief. “Sorry. I just saw a cop car drive around.”
“Are you serious?” I yell and begin to laugh, trying to cover my body with my dress as our current situation becomes clearly obvious to me.
“Did we just have sex in a truck?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“And did we almost get caught by cops?”
“Yep,” he laughs with me. The ridiculousness tied with my nerves rips through me and my laughter grows louder and wild. Tears stream down my face, and Jake sits up to stare at me like I’m insane.
“Sorry . . . I just . . . Oh god . . .” I can’t control my laughter. Who the hell almost gets caught having sex in a vehicle at twenty-nine?
“You’re insane,” he leans in and kisses me gently. “Gorgeous,” he kisses me again. “Amazing.” Another kiss. “Sexy. Mine.”
I pull up my underwear and sit up next to him. “You’re pretty hot, too. And you’re definitely mine. I don’t have sex in a truck
]”with just anyone,” I joke.
“I sure hope not. I’m going to go to the restroom and clean up. He pulls off the condom and I begin to laugh again.
“I should probably go, too. How are you going to throw the condom away without anyone seeing it?” We’re parked further away from the restrooms, but I see a few cars closer to the building and a condom in hand isn’t the easiest or most sanitary thing to hide.
“Pass me a napkin from the glove compartment please.” I fish through and find a few napkins to hand him. Once the condom is wrapped safely and he’s wiped his hands, we get out of the car and head towards the bathroom.
The thought of what we just did is clouding my mind and still heating my body. I will say sex in a car is a first for me, not even in high school did I do that. Not that I really had much experience when I was in high school. The most I did was mess around a bit in the back seat of my ex-boyfriend’s car. When we did have sex for the first time, he tried to be romantic in his parents’ lake house. He still turned out to be a jerk, though. In college we all had dorms or apartments, and it was easier to sneak out with the guy you were dating. But I’ve definitely never experienced the connection I have with Jake or the passion that takes me over when I’m with him.
“You’re here!” Savannah runs to our car after she buzzed us into her complex and hugs me then Jake. “I’m so excited! How was the drive?” We stopped by to see her after we checked into the hotel.
“It was great. Jake is a wonderful driver,” I smile over at him.
“Yeah. She,” he tilts his head towards me, “is not such a great co-pilot. Have you ever been on a road trip with her? She’s terrible!” I can tell he is joking by his smile, but I know I am the worst co-pilot ever on a long trip.
“Ah! You two are so cute together.” Savannah grabs us both in a hug.
“Thanks, Sav. I know I’m pretty cute. Him, not sure yet,” I tease.
“I thought you were going to be sweet?” Jake jokes back.
“Like I said, you two are so cute. Come on!” Savannah leads the way to her apartment and guides us inside. It is a totally nice place. I see what she means by downsizing compared to her home in Tuscaloosa, but the apartment is perfect for her and so her style.
“Your apartment is perfect!” I look at her smiling widely.
“It really is, isn’t it? At first it seemed small, but I’ve gotten used to it and love it now.”
“It’s perfect, Sav.” Jake smiles at her. I love to see the tenderness in his eyes. I know how close they are, and it makes me fall for him a little more to see this protective side. I allow myself a second to daydream of the kind of father he would be.
I snap myself out of those thoughts. Too soon, Beth! I have always wanted kids but I am in no rush to get there. I am definitely not one of those girls that needs a white wedding and children by a certain age, but it is something I would like at some point in life.
“So what do you guys wanna do? Are you tired? Hungry?” We both laugh, and I shake my head.
“Slow down, Sav,” I say. “I am kinda hungry actually.” I look over at Jake.
“I did work up an appetite on the drive over.” I start to laugh and can’t control it. I can’t believe he just said that. Savannah looks between us with a lifted eyebrow and smiles knowingly.
“You two are dirty.”
“That’s what I told him,” I snort.
Savannah rolls her eyes and says, “Let’s go have lunch. I haven’t eaten either. Although I doubt I worked up as much of an appetite as you two. Parker’s at practice,” she playfully adds.
“I’m sure you’ll build up an appetite for dinner,” I bump her shoulder.
“I better! I’m just glad he’ll be here for the grand opening. I wasn’t going to do it without him.”
“I’m glad, too.” I smile at my friend, happy she’s found such an amazing guy to have by her side and her determination to follow her dreams.
“I have the perfect place for lunch. I’ll drive.” Savannah leads us out to her jeep and drives through different streets until we arrive at what she calls Midtown Atlanta. We joked about her use of the GPS in a city she has been living in for a few months, but I know she is terrible with directions and Atlanta has quite a few roads named Peachtree.
Our lunch is fun and relaxing after four hours on the road. Well, it may have taken us a little more than four hours with our little detour. Atlanta has some great food. The salmon burger I ordered is on point, and Jake says his meal is perfect too. We talk and joke, and although it has just been a few weeks since Savannah was in Tuscaloosa, it feels different this time. I can see her beaming smile the entire time and the way she keeps eyeing Jake and me. I am sure a part of her wondered how we would act as a couple, and I think she has seen we are the same yet different—a couple but not dependent on each other.
“Sav, do you need any help at the bakery before the opening?”
“Thankfully it’s all done. Thanks, Jake. You guys wanna go by and see it? It’s not that far from here.”
“Hell yeah!” Jake responds.
We drive up to Roswell where the bakery is located, and I take in the beautiful scenery of north Georgia. The closer we get to Roswell the more sense it makes that Savannah would choose this city for her bakery.
“We’ll go out for dinner tonight with Em and Wes. We can grab a few drinks and hang out. I want you guys to see as much of Atlanta as you can while you’re here. Friday night we can go out to a bar we love after I close up the bakery. It’s a shame you’re leaving Saturday. Parker has a game, and it would be fun for you guys to come watch,” Savannah breathes out the last part. She has been a nonstop chatterbox since lunch. I have to giggle at her enthusiasm. I peek over at Jake in the front seat and he winks at me. I love that we communicate without words. It would be fun to extend
our trip until Sunday to catch the Braves’ game.
“Here we are!” Savannah parks her car on the street near a few shops and jumps out excitedly. We follow her down the sidewalk and she opens the door to the most adorable place I have ever seen.
“Sav,” I’m speechless looking around the place.
“I know.” She understands my unspoken words.
“Wow,” is all I can muster at the moment. “It’s so perfect. Just like Sweet Delights, and yet so different.” The bakery has the same homey feel as Sweet Delights but it has a hint of vintage modern. We have the vintage feel at our home bakery, but this is different. Savannah combined the pieces perfectly, so she has vintage décor mixed with modern and abstract artwork. It works; it really works.
“I know. I wanted to keep the same concept but make sure it was unique to Georgia.”
“Well, you nailed it. Can I see the kitchen?” Savannah laughs and leads the way. I notice the vibrant frames with coffee sayings and cupcake drawings against a stark white background. The colors pop in here, and the bright chairs are such a delightful addition.
“I love these chairs,” I point out.
“Thanks! I bought them at an antique shop and painted and reupholstered them. Aren’t they fun?”
“Totally.”
I notice Jake has just been following us quietly. I look over at him with raised eyebrows.
He smiles and says, “I’m proud of you, Sav.”
“Thanks, Jake. Love you. Thanks for being here for this.” She half hugs him, and I cannot help but smile at the two of them.
“Love ya, too. You’re doing great for yourself. I’m glad you listened to me and gave Parker a chance.”
“Ha! You wish. You kept mumbling random things about him without really saying anything in particular. It would have helped if you told me straightforward he was into me. It would have saved me a dick picture or two.” The three of us laugh. I remember Savannah’s online dating experience. God, I’m glad it wasn’t me that made that pinky promise.
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