Chapter Seventeen
JENSEN
THEN
Alley slips into the passenger seat of my Audi as I load our luggage into the trunk. Her giant suitcase takes up half the space, and I chuckle to myself. Three days. That’s all we’ll be gone for, and she’s packed like we’re leaving the country. Then again, it’s winter. I’ll give her that.
I slide into the driver’s seat, settling in for the three-hour drive to the Berkshires for a long weekend ski trip with my siblings. By the time we hit the road, Alley’s already connected her phone to my Bluetooth.
“What do you want to listen to?” she asks, scrolling through her playlists.
“I don’t care, babe. I’ll listen to almost anything.” I flash her a grin. “Just pick something we both like.”
Alley and I have wildly different tastes in music, but I learned a long time ago—always let the woman control the music. If she’s happy, everybody’s happy.
“Alright.” She taps on her screen. “I’ll just throw on a playlist with a little of everything.”
“Works for me.” I lean over, stealing a quick kiss before shifting my focus back to the road.
Matt’s parents own an estate in Lenox. The grandkids all stay with Grandma and Grandpa so the adult kids can get drunk and enjoy the slopes. This trip’s been an annual thing for years.
Alley’s never been. She couldn’t get work off last year, and the year before that, Michael was in town. This will be her first time. She’s never even stepped into a pair of skis, and I can’t wait to teach her.
I know having a newbie will slow me down, but it’s not like I’m some pro. I just love skiing, and getting to do it with her? That’s what matters. It’s going to be great.
We chat about work and wedding planning for the first thirty minutes of the drive. Then silence settles in—the kind that’s comfortable but also makes me want to stir shit up.
Time for some fun.
“Hey, babe.” I glance over at her.
“Yeah?” She doesn’t look up from her phone.
“Would you rather…” I pause, a grin creeping in as I carefully craft the most disturbing scenario possible.
“Accidentally text a full-frontal nudie to my mom—wait, no! Changed my mind, my dad… or”— I bite back a laugh—“have to moan, in a real sexual way, every time you make eye contact with someone?”
Alley’s head snaps up. “Oh my God.” Laughter bursts out of her. “You cannot be serious.”
I furrow my brows. “I’m dead serious, babe. You know I love this game.”
She rubs her forehead, grinning. “Oh, God. I can’t with the moaning. I guess your dad’s getting a nudie.” She cringes.
“Really?” I’m actually a little shocked she chose that. “My dad?”
“Yeah, it’d be real weird for a minute, but we’d get over it... My turn.”
She pauses, thinking. Then her eyes light up. “Would you rather… never have to work another day in your life, or never be able to go down on me again, or anyone, for that matter, ever again?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Nope.” I glance over at her. “I fucking love your pussy, baby. I wouldn’t give that up for anything.”
A smile spreads across her face. “Ah, that’s so sweet… and honestly kind of disturbing—but very on brand for you.”
She leans across the console and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I smirk. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Would you give up sucking my dick to never work again?” I bite back a laugh, watching her reaction.
Her brows draw together as she bites her bottom lip, trying—and failing—to smother a laugh. “I… agh, God, I love my job, but…”
“What?!” I whip my head toward her, mock-offended. “You love your job? You don’t love my dick?”
She giggles. “No, of course I love your dick, babe. And I love what your dick does to me.”
I let out a dry laugh. “Wow. The truth comes out.” I glance down. “You hear that, Clark?”
“Babe! Come on.” She swats my arm. “Never having to work again? That’s hard to pass up. I mean… I’ll do anything else you want to make up for it.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Anal?”
She presses her lips together, her head bobbing like she’s trying to convince herself. “Yeah… maybe. Yep. I think I’d even do anal.” She points a finger at me, narrowing her eyes. “But only if I’m also retired.”
I laugh as she waves a hand. “Moving on.”
She pauses, thinking. Then turns to me, her lips curving mischievously. “Would you rather… have a full-blown orgasm every time someone shakes your hand OR have to bark like a dog every time someone says ‘hello’?”
“Full-blown orgasm. Easily.”
Alley gapes at me in disbelief. “A full-blown orgasm?”
“Over barking like a dog? Fuck yeah. Give me an orgasm all day, every day.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “Your turn.”
“Alright, alright. Gotta make this a good one.” I rub my chin, thinking. Then it comes to me. “Got one. Would you rather… suck Kevin’s dick or Jeff’s? If you had to.” I emphasize with a teasing grin, watching as her face scrunches in immediate disgust.
She bursts out laughing. “I can’t answer that. I’m not sucking any of your family members’ dicks.”
“Of course you’re not. But if you had to… who’s it gonna be?”
She groans, shaking her head. “I hate you.” Then, without hesitation—“Kevin’s.”
My jaw drops. “Whoa-hoa! Kev’s? Why Kev?”
Her eyes gleam smugly. “Oh, now you need to know why?”
I nod, grinning. “Oh, yeah.”
She shrugs. “Kev looks like he’d come faster.”
Laughter explodes out of me.
“I’m kidding,” she says, cracking up. “Jeff looks too much like you, but also not enough like you at the same time. If that makes sense. It’d be way weirder.”
Our laughter fades, but the amusement still lingers in her eyes as she leans in close. “But do you know whose dick I do wanna suck?”
My cock twitches at her words, her breath hot against my neck.
“Whose?”
“Yours.” Her hand slides across my thigh, finding the growing bulge confined in my jeans.
Raising an eyebrow, I say, “Right now?”
I steal a quick glance at her. Her eyes have gone dark, and she nods vigorously.
“Yep. Now.” Her fingers pop the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper down smoothly.
Heat floods my veins, excitement crackling through me. Hell yes, I haven’t had road head in years.
I lift my hips as Alley tugs at my pants and boxer briefs, just enough to free my dick—fully hard now and already aching for her.
Her fingers wrap around the base, giving me a slow, teasing stroke. She leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “I can’t wait to have this big, hard cock in my mouth.”
Fuck. A shiver ripples through me, my grip tightening on the wheel. “Jesus.”
She lowers her head, her breath hot, teasing, maddening as it ghosts over the tip.
Focus on the road, man.
I force my gaze forward, my heart racing as she swirls her tongue over the head, then drags it up the length of me before cradling my balls in her fingertips. My abs flex, a groan slipping from my throat.
She flicks her tongue over the sensitive ridge, then finally—finally wraps her lips around me, lowering down slow and deep.
“Fuuuuck. That feels so good.”
She hums around me, the vibration sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my spine. Her hand tightens around my base as she works me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, sucking just right.
My fingers flex against the wheel, vision blurring for half a second. I should pull over, let her do this properly, maybe get her off too.
But is it really road head if you stop the car? Feels like cheating.
She does something with her tongue—suction, pressure, a twist of both—and I inhale sharply, my body tensing. Shit. It’s so good. Too fucking good.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re my fucking queen.”
She picks up the pace, her head moving faster, working me with expert precision. My right hand falls to her back, slipping into her pants, gripping her ass—needing to touch her.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. I have to focus. I have to—
She flicks her tongue, her lips tightening around me, and she moans as she sucks my length deep, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through me. Then she slips a finger past my balls, applying just the right amount of pressure.
I swear to God, I almost black out.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come.” My muscles lock up, my grip tightening on her, ready to pull back—
But she doesn’t stop. She takes me deeper. Takes all of me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
She’s never done this. Never let me come in her mouth.
A groan tears from my throat as my climax rips through me like a goddamn hurricane—consuming, destructive—so good I can barely keep my eyes on the road.
When she finally pulls off, she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb and grins as she reaches for her water.
I’m still catching my breath. “Al.” I shake my head, grinning. “That was incredible. And really fucking cool of you.”
She laughs, leaning in for a kiss. “It wasn’t so bad, honestly. I expected it to be so much worse.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Well, for the record, I fully support this new chapter in our relationship.”
I weave my fingers between hers, my grip firm, my heart still pounding faster than normal.
The road stretches ahead, and my eyes shift between the highway and the woman beside me—Alley. My beautiful, fucking perfect fiancée. A slow grin tugs at my lips as I lift her hand to my lips.
I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
Two hours later, we pull into the estate, snow falling thick and heavy, coating everything in white. It started about thirty minutes ago and hasn’t let up since. The roads were getting slick as it began to stick, so I’m glad we made it earlier rather than later.
Two cars sit side by side in the driveway—Kevin and Jeff’s.
“Looks like we beat Matt and Jordan,” I say, putting the car in park next to Kevin’s Range Rover.
A few minutes later, we’re rolling our luggage into the living room. Warmth hits my face the second we step inside. The fire’s raging, and the whole cabin smells like burning pine with whatever candle Megan’s lit this time.