“Poor Presley. Shit, what am I saying? Poor me. These Andersons are hard to grow. This may put things on hold for us to go visit them in Florida,” I tell him.
“That’s okay. We can Zoom, Skype, or whatever. They’ll understand, and if anything, they can come out this way. Presley loves it in Vegas, but she’d never move here. She’s firmly entrenched in Florida, and so is Lincoln’s bar.”
“I can’t say that I blame her. Home is where the heart is. I couldn’t imagine leaving Vegas either.” We finally make it to the counter, and Devon orders our food, this time more food than we did before and extra waters.
I look over my shoulder at him with a bewildered look on my face. “I need to keep you and our baby hydrated.” He shrugs his shoulders, making me remember he watched Lincoln do this with Presley.
I grab the waters while Devon grabs our food, then we walk to the truck. He helps me up onto the tailgate before situating himself beside me. The weather isn’t as nice as it is in the evening, so I know we won’t be here for too long.
“Oh, God,” I moan, biting into my first taco.
“Oh yeah, better than my tongue?” Devon asks. I almost spit out my food.
Once I compose myself, I say, “Nothing is as good as your tongue. Well, maybe your cock.” My hormones are ramping up just talking about his cock and mouth.
“That’s good to know, or I’d have to take your taco privileges away.”
“That’s what she said,” I come back with, causing us both to snort.
I lie back in the bed of his truck after eating my tacos and chugging my water, and Devon does the same. His right hand finds mine, and he lazily glides his fingers up and down mine. My eyes close, loving the sensation of us lying here, basking in the heat.
“Michelle.” I snap my eyes open; Devon is leaning on his elbow, his body propped up.
“Hey,” I breathe out, seeing the desire blazing in his eyes, but also a nervousness about him. I really hope his past isn’t making an appearance. We’ve talked about his past with that obnoxious snot. I swear, if she followed a friend that told her to jump off a cliff, I’d be cheering them on to do it. I know that seems harsh, but when someone hurts the person you love more than anything in this world, you hurt for them.
“Can I have your hand?” I place my hand in his. What he does next is so unexpected, my breath hitches. He slides on the most beautiful ring I’ve ever laid eyes on. The gold band with the princess cut solitaire steals my breath, and when he slides it on my ring finger, I know I’ll never take it off.
“Is this what I think it is?”
“I’m screwing this all up. I need you, Michelle, now and forever. I want you to have my last name, be my soulmate, the mother to my children, to grow old with me, and never leave my side. Will you marry me?”
By the time he gets the last word out, I’m launching myself into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. “Yes, Devon. I’ll be yours now until eternity.”
He lies back, bringing me with him, and our lips meet. We’re a tangled mess of tongues, both wanting so much more than what we can do out here in the desert sun. That doesn’t stop me from grinding down on his erection, though it’s only for a moment. Devon stops me before I can get started. Instead, he does an ab curl, sliding off of the back of the truck with my body still wrapped around his, and then he deposits me in the passenger seat of the truck.
“Hmph,” I protest.
“Baby, I’m not letting you come until you’re naked with just my ring on your finger.
“Well, when you put it that way, what are you waiting for?” I move my legs, and he shuts the door, then takes care of our trash and raises the tailgate before sliding into his seat, and that’s when the fun really begins. I flip up the center console, slide over, put my seatbelt on, and my fingers tease him the entire time he’s driving. When we pull onto the road that turns into his neighborhood, I unbuckle his pants, needing his length in my hand. Devon helps me, somehow while still driving, albeit slowly. My hand encompasses his dick, and I slowly jerk him, even when I want him in my mouth.
The moment he pulls into his driveway, I yank off my seatbelt, settling on my stomach, and bring his length into my mouth. Devon’s fingers twist in my hair, guiding me like he does every time I suck him.