"And the bed?" I ask.
"The bed is huge," he says. "Definitely enough space for everything I'm planning on doing to you after I carry you over the threshold."
I snort, raising my eyebrows. The carrying thing I'm getting used to, but not over the threshold. "You know we're not getting married, right?"
"Who needs an old man and a ring to solidify a relationship?" Holden says, sliding his hand into my hair and pulling me toward him. Oh, the kiss is just...there are no words for the soft warmth of his lips or the way his tongue slides over mine just once before he draws away. I feel as though he just slid his tongue between my legs, and now I have to drive for four hours. Great.
"So, we should go," I say. Holden kisses me again, but this time it's a firm press on the lips.
"Follow me," he says. "We'll stop for some lunch, and a toilet break, but otherwise, we're hitting the road."
He opens the door to my silver Corolla that has seen better days and waits while I buckle up.
"Drive carefully," he says, dipping down to hit me with panty-melting grin. "I need you to arrive in one piece so that I can do filthy things to you later."
"Oh, I'll be driving Miss Daisy the whole way."
Holden jumps into his truck, and soon we're on the freeway, leaving my bustling city life behind for something with a whole lot more small-town charm. At least, that's what I'm hoping.
The journey is long, and I start to get dormant butt, but then Holden is pulling into a drive-thru for a burger and a break. I'm so happy I could kiss him. He calls me on the phone to take my order, and he pays for everything, which is very chivalrous of him. I'm not used to getting taken care of, and it feels good. Not that I'm a person who is driven by money and gifts, but there is something deeply old-fashioned that seems left over in my DNA from a bygone era that enjoys being fed by my man.
Who knew I was such a cavewoman?
We hang out for a while to stretch our legs after we've wiped the burger grease from our mouths, and then we're on our way again.
This time, Holden stays on the phone with me, and we have the most hilarious conversations that always start out with “would you rather” and then finish with two terrible choices that I hope I'm never faced with.
"Would you rather lick a stranger's foot or eat their booger?" Holden says, his voice bubbling with glee at the sheer horror of the question.
"Where do you get these ideas?" I whine. "I mean, their foot could be covered in fungus or toe cheese. Or skin that looks like cracked parmesan."
"It sure could. I've seen some gross feet in my time, rescuing people from bathtubs."
"Oh Lord. I hadn't even thought about that."
"And their boogers could be gr—"
I don't let him finish, shouting “La la la,” as he tries to gross me out some more.
"Singing over me, in a surprisingly tuneless voice, isn't part of the game, Connie," he says smugly. "You've got to answer the question or forfeit."
"And what does the forfeit involve?"
He chuckles darkly. "I'm going to need some time to think about it, Connie. All the things that are coming into my mind seem too pleasurable."
"I like pleasurable. It's so much better than feet and boogers."
"Yeah, but forfeits aren't supposed to be better than the thing you're reneging on, are they?"
"But they could be. It's just you and me here. No one else will know."
"That's true," he laughs. "Okay, well, maybe I can be selfish then."
"Selfish...that doesn't sound pleasurable."
"Well, it would be for me."
"Just spit it out, and I'll decide." I sigh theatrically, and Holden chuckles again. He really does have a filthy laugh, and I love it.
"You either answer the question or, when we get to the house, I want you on your knees. You're going to suck my cock until I come down your throat. The choice is yours."
Be still my beating heart. If he thinks that prospect is a punishment for me, he's missed what makes me tick. Just the idea of serving him that way is making my pussy all warm and achy.
"Will you hold my head and control how deep?" I ask him, my own voice practically dripping with sex.
"I'll make your eyes water."
Shit. This man knows exactly what I need to hear. "And will you tie my hands behind my back?"
"Of course," he says lowly. "I'll make you a slave to my cock."
"And will you let me come?" I ask.
"No," he says. "I'll get you so close, but you'll have to wait for my brothers to come home to give you that release."
I moan long and deep, the images he's spinning becoming almost real in my mind. "I forfeit. I forfeit."