“Everything, Barnes,” I say as I pull off the road and flip the lights. “Get in the back seat. I’m going to eat your pussy first, and then you’re going to ride me until you’re coming on my cock.”
She lets out a tiny, excited squeak, and then scrambles into the back seat. I’m out the door and into the back before she can even get her jeans unbuttoned, and she’s coming on my tongue before the song changes on the radio. By the time we’re finished, the windows are thick with fog, she’s come three more times, and we’ve gone through every track on the Everything In Transit album and have started on The Glass Passenger.
“Damn,” Bailey says as we lie tangled up with each other, catching our breath before we have to get back on the road. “I think I might need to make a sex playlist, Butch. You keep outplaying my albums.”
I laugh, drawing little hearts on her naked back with my finger and watching as goosebumps prickle and her breath catches. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of witnessing the effect I have on her body.
“What would you put on it?”
“Only the sexiest shit, obviously.”
“Like ‘I’ll Make Love To You?’”
She snorts. “More like ‘What’s Your Fantasy.’”
“Oh yes,” I say with a grin. “Nothing sexier than Ludacris.”
She giggles and presses a kiss to my chest.
“I have a confession,” I say to her, and she widens her eyes comically.
“Oh boy. Lay it on me.”
I press a quick kiss to her lips, and then say, “I wasn’t at the Quick Stop for vanilla. Just beer.”
She gasps and pushes my chest lightly. “Then why did you steal it from me?”
“Didn’t steal it,” I correct, and she rolls her eyes.
“Whatever. If you weren’t there for vanilla, then why’d you snatch it?”
I shrug. “I wanted to know you.”
She props herself up on my chest and laughs. “So, you stole from me?”
I scoff playfully, then kiss her again. “Worked, didn’t it?”
She grows quiet for a minute, amber eyes searching mine as a small smile plays on her plump pink lips. “Real talk, Butch.”
“Let’s hear it, Sundance.”
She scans my face once more before saying, “I’ve never been happier than I am right now, right here, with you.”
The statement gets me. Right in the chest, in the stomach, in my fucking toes. I feel it everywhere. I slip my hand into her hair and bring her mouth to mine, and I kiss her lips with all the love I feel for her. From the moment she came into my life, she’s made it better. More interesting. More rewarding. Better in every single way.
“Every minute I spend with you is the happiest I’ve ever been,” I say when we break apart. “Every single one is better than the last. It’s all better with you.”
“Je t’aime, Riggs,” she whispers against my lips.
“Je t’aime, Sundance,” I whisper back. “Je t’aime, ma lumière.”