Pecking me on the tip of my nose, which was probably the only safe place to kiss me right now, what with tears and snot everywhere because crying wasn’t an attractive thing to do, he shrugged. “I don’t want you to give up your dream for mine either, so we just need to create our own world with both of them in it, where they intertwine themselves together to make our happily ever after.”
I blinked as the words sank in. “That was oddly… romantic. Intertwine?”
“Intertwine,” he confirmed, crossing his index and middle fingers together. “Like this.”
“I know what it means, I just didn’t expect you to use it. Ever.”
“When you’re talking about happily ever afters and a life where two people’s dreams have to run next to each other to make it happen, you use the word intertwine. If you’re talking about my charger cable and yours getting knotted up together, you don’t use intertwined.”
“What do you use?” I chuckled, enjoying the hell out of the weirdness we’d made our way into.
“Fucking fuckers knotted together to make a motherfucking pain in the ass.” He said it like it was a simple and obvious explanation, making me burst out laughing.
“That’s a lot of f-words, honey.”
“It’s a huge pain in the ass when it happens, baby. Now, are we going to drive back to Sam and Ryan’s, or do you need to cry or discuss what verbiage a man uses some more?”
Shifting so I could hold his face in my hands, I pulled him closer for a kiss. It couldn’t be a deep one because, as I’d said, I’d been crying hard, and the poor guy didn’t deserve that shit, but I made it as good as I could given my post-crying predicament.
Pulling back, I murmured, “We can continue now. I just want to let you know that I’ve considered myself blessed on a few occasions. The first was when my incubator offered to incubate me for my dads, giving me the best parents anyone could ask for.
“The second was having my cousins as relatives because those guys are the shit. The third was getting the grades I needed to get to go to college and pursue my dreams. And the fourth was getting run over by you because it brought you into my life for real, instead of as a pain in my ass.”
The expression he was looking at me with had my heart beating fast in my chest. It was a mixture of amused and emotional, but it was topped with how he looked at me when he was horny.
Which he proved when he replied, “Just so you know, I’m going to spank you after your dads go to bed.”
“Why?”
“Because you can’t say things like that to me when we’re on the side of the road with nowhere to pull over, so I can fuck the hell out of you like I want to right now.”
Biting my lip, I did up my seatbelt and picked Milkshake—who was curled up on the floor—up and stayed silent as he maneuvered the behemoth vehicle back on the road. I managed to keep quiet for roughly thirty minutes on the outside, but I was making plans and picturing being spanked by Jackson on the inside.
That’s why I started shifting awkwardly in my seat.
“Spanking,” he growled out through gritted teeth. “Jesus Christ, Sasha, I’ll crash if you don’t stop.”
“I’m not doing anything. I can’t help it if your seats are uncomfortable,” I lied.
Shooting me a glare, he lifted his hips slightly, then did some sort of hand-dick adjustment move through the fabric of his jeans before sitting back down again, only to repeat it a couple of minutes later.
Yeah, life far from sucked. I pretty much had it all, and damn if I wasn’t grateful as hell for that.
Jackson
One hour later…
I’d made it home faster than even the sat nav had calculated the route would take. In my defense, I hadn’t been speeding, but I’d been doing the speed limit the whole way, regardless of traffic.
It’s that last point that made the difference. See, a smart person would slow down if they were in traffic. A man with a dick so hard it felt like it’d explode, didn’t.
I wouldn’t be getting any tickets because I never drove like a dick regardless, but I wouldn’t be winning any awards for my driving, either.
The hilarious thing was, for the last five minutes of the journey, we were driving behind Sam’s car, with Ryan waving out of the window at us with a massive grin on his face.
As we pulled in the drive and parked up behind them, I cut the engine and glared at an innocent-looking Sasha.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you did. As soon as they’re asleep, your ass is mine.”
“Pervert,” she sang, then opened her door and jumped out before I could reply.