“Your part for the taillight won’t be here for another two weeks or so. I have a rush request on it, but apparently, you need a hard-to-track-down part. I know this puts a kink in your plans, but I might have an idea.” I squeeze her sides when she tenses up, slowly letting her know it’s still okay and that I have her back, no matter what.
“Shit, if I have to cancel that paid partnership, that will really suck. Maybe they’ll let me reschedule,” Serenity starts on a tirade. May as well let her get it out until she takes a breath.
“You done?” I ask. I roll my toothpick in my mouth, switching sides while licking my lips, knowing exactly what it does to her.
“Not fair, but yes. I’m done.” She rolls her pretty green eyes at me.
“Good, now, like I was saying, I might have an idea. We’ll take my truck up there if you want, camp old school. That way, you can still do a review but also put a spin on it. I have the weekend off, the tents and shit can be here as early as tomorrow, then we’ll head out to the forest for the weekend.” Serenity relaxes.
“You’d do that for me?” The softness in her voice gives way to how she really feels.
“Fuck yes. You and me, the trees, nature. No damn phones ringing non-stop on my end. I’d do anything for you, Red.” She loops her arms around my neck, giving me her sweet smile.
“You just want to go to get away from work, don’t you? I see what you did there, using me as an excuse. You should be ashamed of yourself, mister.” Fucking temptress. Serenity knows what she’s starting, and she’ll soon know how I end it, with me balls deep inside her.
“Get back to cooking, woman. I’ll order what we need.” I take her mouth, much like I’ll take her tonight.
“Dinner? What dinner?” Laughter bubbles up inside her.
“You wanna play that game, you’ll be my dinner tonight,” I grunt.
“Nope, not happening. It’s almost done, and just you wait until dessert. I’m dying to try what I picked up. Just letting you know, I may cook bomb-ass amazing, but I draw the line at baking. So, don’t think you’re getting some kind of Betty Crocker in this relationship.” Little firecracker is full of feistiness tonight.
“Not with you for your cooking or baking capabilities, Serenity.” I place the toothpick I took out of my mouth to kiss her like I meant it back between my lips.
“It must be my stellar personality. Dinner is almost done, if you want to grab a beer.” This woman… I’m going to have to show her exactly why I’m with her, and after this weekend, I think she’ll fucking understand that what we have isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I.
Twelve
Serenity
“I can’t believe you did all this.” Greyson had stuff overnighted through the mail, and we’re sorting through everything, getting it ready for our night away.
“Serenity, I’m going to have to fuck it into you, aren’t I?” I’m pretty sure Greyson is getting annoyed with me, but ask me if I care, because like he said, he’ll just sex me into a coma. I didn’t think I’d have enough stamina to keep up with Greyson. I swear he takes me twice at night, and then I’m waking up with him either inside of me or with his mouth on my sex.
“Yes, please,” I tease. “This is a lot. Please give me the receipts and I’ll pay you back.”
“Not happening. If you like camping this way, we’ll be using it as well as your travel trailer.” I see the flare in his eyes.
“Oh, that will be fun. Hey, guess what I’m doing tomorrow before we leave?”
“Going to work with me?” Greyson responds. I roll my eyes. If he had it his way, I’d never live his sight.
“You wish. I’m meeting up with Mazie. She made something for us to take camping.” I wiggle my eyebrows in the craziest way that for sure isn’t sexy.
“Good, I’ll lick it off your body once we get there.” His mouth, the things he says, Jesus, it’s so vulgar. It’s also one of my favorite things about him.
“You done talking about paying me back now?” He’s unpacking everything and repacking it in a way that will be easier on us once we get there. I’m sitting on the floor in the garage, watching Greyson the entire time.
“Yes, but be aware, I’m going to pay you back somehow or some way.” My phone ringing from the inside of the house interrupts us. “I’ll be back. That’s my aunt’s ringtone, which is weird since she usually texts me.” I dust off my shorts from sitting on the floor and rush into the house. We chatted on my way down here from my home state of Georgia. That’s the main time we talk on the phone, while I’m driving. Any other time, we just send funny jokes back and forth to each other.