“No, I feel better because you’re here.” He turned his head and looked at her.
“I’m here. And I’m going to stay here.”
“No more Hawaii?”
“I’ll go back tomorrow and put in my two weeks’ notice. And I’ll start packing up.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll still love you from here even if you’re there.”
“I know I don’t have to,” she said, “but I want to.”
“What else do you want to do?” he asked with a grin. He had the best smile of any man she’d ever known. When not smiling he looked serious and somber, but when he grinned, it was impossible not to grin back.
“I want to come home. I want to see my family more often. I want to make Lost Lake Village amazing. But more than anything, I want to do this.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her. He kissed her as he lowered her onto her back on the leather bench seat of the truck. She didn’t waste any time getting her hands between them, unbuttoning his jeans and stroking him. He was rock hard in her hand. She ached to have him inside her.
“We’re in public, sort of.” He didn’t seem to mind that too much as he’d already pushed her vest and shirt up to her neck and unhooked her bra.
“I don’t care. I need you,” she said as he unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her thighs. “I’ve needed you for three days.”
Chris slipped his fingers into her and inhaled sharply. “You do need me, don’t you?” he asked. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“For you. All for you.” She started to run her hands through his hair and found that she couldn’t. “Chris? What the hell is in your hair? It’s...”
“What?”
“It’s crunchy.”
“Mousse,” Chris said. “It’s supposed to be the ’80s, right?”
“Okay, fuck me fast because when we’re done, I’m washing your hair in the river if I have to. And if that doesn’t work, I’m getting a razor.”
“I didn’t hear anything after you said ‘fuck me fast.’”
“That was the important part.”
Chris laughed and kissed her again. Braced between her knees, he rolled on the condom and sunk down on top of her. This was no time for niceties, no time for whispering sweet nothings or making plans for the future. They could do all that later. Now they just needed to fuck each other, hard and without further delay. Chris thrust deep into her and Joey groaned as quietly as she could. That was it, that was what she needed. The aching inside her was so sharp and so sweet and his cock was the cause and the cure of it. Joey held tight to him, as tight as she could as she rocked her hips into his again and again, dizzy from the pleasure, racked with need. Her inner muscles contracted and clenched around him as he pumped into her with rough and hungry thrusts. On the narrow truck seat, they could barely move, which only made it all hotter and sexier and more desperate. Her orgasm hit her hard, all at once with barely any warning. She flinched and gasped as her vagina spasmed around Chris. He knelt over her and took her naked breasts into his large hands. With long rough thrusts he rode her to the beautiful end, coming in silence and then sinking onto her again. He kissed her face, her lips, her neck and nipples.
“This has been a good day,” she said. She drew a heart in the fog on the window.
“Happy birthday,” Chris said.
“Very happy. And Happy Halloween,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He was still hard, still inside her. Maybe they’d make love one more time before going back to the reception. Maybe they wouldn’t go back at all.
“Oh, yeah, it’s Halloween, too, isn’t it?” he asked. “Trick or treat?”
“Trick.”
“I totally tricked you into falling in love with me so you’d stay,” Chris said. “And it worked.”
“That wasn’t a trick,” Joey said.
“It wasn’t? What was it then?”
She kissed him and then kissed him again and then one more time for good measure.
“My treat.”
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