Beautifully Broken

“I’m trading the car in for a truck. It would suit our environment better,” I tell Cara.

“Okay.” When I stop in front of the dealership, she scrunches her nose. “Can I wait outside?”

“Sure.” I go inside and find Ben, the sales guy I spoke with about the trade-in. “You have it ready?” I ask, hoping this will be a quick transaction.

“Yeah,” Ben points to the table that’s overflowing with paperwork. “I just need to make a copy of your license while you sign a couple of papers.”

I take a seat, and then he hands me the documents with a pen. “Just sign where I’ve marked with an x.”

I hand him my driver’s license for Alex Jackson, and I make sure to sign in that name too. One screw-up and our lives could be at risk.

The whole transaction takes about fifteen minutes before I get the keys. “You’ll see it parked out front. I had it washed, but you’ll have to put in some gas.”

“Sure.” I smile and reach out my hand to him, “Thanks for all your help.”

Cara’s standing outside, just staring off into space. I take her hand and point to the truck. “There’s our new ride.”

I open the door for her, but instead of getting in, she tilts her head and glances up at me. “Does it come with a ladder?”

Laughter bubbles over my lips, and I take hold of her hips, lifting her into the truck.

“Oh, that works too,” she says, sounding a little breathless, and I don’t miss the flush on her cheeks.

She’s definitely not scared of my touch. If anything, she likes it, and I’m totally taking it as another win.

Climbing behind the steering wheel, I start the engine and drive toward the gas station.

While I’m filling the tank, Cara glances around the inside of the cab. “Oh, look, there’s space behind the seats for your toolbox.”

My lips curve up, and for a split second, it feels real. Cara’s my wife. We’re starting the rest of our lives in Southport.

It’s only for a moment, though, before reality sinks in.

Cara still has a long way to go.

With the truck filled up, I steer us in the direction of the diner, and when I stop outside it, Cara gives me a confused look. “Again? We were here Tuesday.”

“Just stay put. I’ll be back soon.” I run into the diner and get us ice creams.

When I come out of the diner, Cara smiles widely. “Yes! I swear, sometimes it’s like you can read my mind.”

After handing her one of the cones, I watch her take a lick, and it has a direct link to my cock, which hardens instantly.

I drive to a quiet spot where we have a nice view of the ocean, all the while trying to get rid of my hard-on. We get out of the cab, and I lower the tailgate before jumping onto the cargo bed. Holding a hand out to Cara, I help her up, and then we both take a seat, leaning against the back of the cab.

The view is stunning, and just sitting like this is relaxing.

We should do this more often.

“That was so good. Thanks,” Cara says as she finishes the last of her cone and licks her fingertips. I watch every one of those tips slide between her perfect lips. I hear every tiny pop as she pulls that same tip out again.

Fuck.

Her eyes meet mine, and she freezes with a finger in her mouth. I reach for her hand, and pulling it toward me, I bring the still wet tip to my mouth and then close my lips over her skin.

Cara’s tongue darts out over her bottom lip as her eyes zoom in on her finger in my mouth.

I suck gently and then watch as heat flares in her eyes. I’m playing with fire, and we could both get burned, but fuck, I can’t stop what’s happening.

Cara shifts onto her knees and moves closer to me. She pulls her finger from my mouth, and then her eyes search mine as she slowly leans in.

It takes everything I have to keep still and to give Cara control.

Hesitantly, she keeps coming closer until her breath flutters over my lips. When her mouth touches mine in a soft kiss, my hands fist for restraint.

Cara pulls a little back, searching my eyes again, and when I tilt my head, giving her a reassuring look, her mouth crashes against mine.

Thank fuck.

Unable to keep back any longer, I grab hold of her hips and guide her onto my lap. She straddles me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck. Her tongue plunges into my mouth, and I’m surprised by the passion she’s kissing me with.

Suddenly she pulls back again, her eyes wide. “Are you okay with this?” she asks, motioning between us with the same finger I had in my mouth only seconds ago.