CHAPTER 16 DANNY
It wasn’t my smartest move ever.
I was seconds from bursting all over her hand when I stopped it, and now my balls ache, and my dick is begging for release.
But I can’t exactly ask for a finish when I cut her off just before hers.
That wouldn’t be playing fair. And neither would finishing myself off before we leave.
So I don’t.
We head to the bar and grill we saw earlier today, and it’s crowded—which is perfect for what I want to do. It’ll allow us to blend right in.
We place our drink orders, and it’s as we’re perusing the menu that I slide my hand up her leg. She’s in jeans since she wore the only dress she has with her last night, but that isn’t about to stop me.
I already know what I’m going to order, but I slide my hand up a little higher than would normally be decent in public as I lean over and ask, “What are you getting?”
“Off, hopefully,” she says, still absently perusing the menu, and I laugh.
“Are you asking?”
“I’m still a little mad that you cut me off before.”
“You already had one,” I point out, and I slide my finger along the outside of her jeans.
“So? I was a good girl. I deserve another.” Her voice is low and whiney, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been more grateful for another dimly lit restaurant and a circular booth toward the back.
The backs of the booths are tall and the tablecloth runs down the front to block what I want to do, almost as if whoever designed this place did it with the intention of allowing people privacy.
Probably not for the activities we’re about to engage in, but privacy nonetheless.
I slip my hand into her jeans and down into her panties, and her head whips in my direction. “Now?”
I raise a brow. “You basically just dared me to do it right here, right now. And who am I to back down from that?” As I say the words, I slide my finger inside her hot cunt.
She crumples back into the booth, closing her eyes as she gives in a little, and I lean down to murmur in her ear. “You have to play the part, Lex. What if people are watching us? What if they know it’s you?”
Her eyes pop open, and she sits up, only having the effect of allowing my finger to penetrate more deeply.
“Oh,” she gasps softly.
“I wish your tits were in my mouth,” I mutter.
“So do I,” she says on a groan.
“What can I get you two?” the waitress asks, appearing at the end of our table.
Alexis freezes, and I chuckle, not moving my hand from where it’s currently being kept nice and warm.
“I’ll take a double cheeseburger, no onion, extra bacon, and fries. And some whiskey. Carrie?” I prompt, using her given name to divert any possibility of being recognized, though the make-up and the hat seem to be doing the trick.
“Oh, uh…” she says, her voice breathless. “Chef’s salad. Dressing on the side and vodka cranberry.”
“Sounds great. I’ll be back with your drinks in a minute,” the waitress says, and she takes off to put in our order.
“You know, for someone who’s going to be an Academy Award nominee next year, the acting skills could use a little work,” I tease.
“Let’s get you seconds from an orgasm and see how you do,” she pants.
“I’m always seconds from an orgasm when I’m around you.” I drop my lips to her neck and work her pussy a little harder, and her breathing kicks up a notch.
I can tell she’s close.
Part of me wants to make her beg. The other part of me wants to watch her fall apart right over this table.
I settle on the latter.
She comes hard all over my fingers, but she manages to keep quiet as she does it, impressing me with her acting abilities all over again.
My cock begs for relief that I won’t get anytime soon, but at the same time, there’s a certain satisfaction in making her come over and over again. I love it. I love her. I love this life.
I don’t want to leave this place.
I don’t want to go back to our old life.
And in a way, we won’t. We’ll emerge from all this married. That’s the plan, anyway—as long as we can keep off her father’s radar and everything goes to plan.
I hold onto hope that it’s all going to work out the way we’re planning for it to.
Our food arrives quickly, and we’re on our way home undetected once again a short while later.
We’ve just turned out of the parking lot when Alexis shocks the hell out of me by reaching across the console and massaging my cock over my jeans.
She flicks the button and lowers the zipper, and then she unbuckles her seatbelt, leans over the console, and strokes my cock a few times before she leans her head down and sucks my cock right into her mouth.
Jesus, it’s pure perfection as her mouth glides up and down me, and I’m trying everything I can to focus on the road in front of me rather than on how good it feels. I need to keep us both safe, and lucky for me, traffic is light tonight.
I watch the road instead of her head, and I keep my thighs flat even though I have the urge to pump into her hot mouth.
I skid to a stop as a green light turns yellow, and I hope to God it’s a long ass light.
I put my hand on the back of her head because there’s really nothing hotter than holding a head down over my cock, and she takes it like a fucking champ.
She groans over me like she’s enjoying this, too, and while I’ve had a few blow jobs in my day, this one is in some other stratosphere compared to the others.
I’ve experienced everything from over-enthusiasm to boredom to choking to sucking too hard…
but I’ve never experienced pure and utter perfection like I am right now.
And it’s that thought that sends me flying.
I let go, leaning my head back and closing my eyes a beat as my jizz jets to the back of her throat. She keeps on sucking away, holding on, and once my body starts to calm, she pulls back and licks me clean before she leans back over to her side of the car.
It’s all sorts of hot in here, and I tuck myself back in just as the light turns green.
“Well…thanks for that.” My voice is hoarse and now I’m the breathless one, and she wipes the side of her mouth with her fingertips.
“Thanks for the one in the restaurant, too.”
I chuckle. “Any time you need one, you just ask.”
“Right back at you.”
“Road head?”
“I mean…wherever. If you need it on the road, just say the word.”
She giggles, and then my phone starts to ring.
We both see on the car system that it’s my mom calling, and she nods toward the answer button. “Go ahead.”
“Thank God she waited those five extra seconds,” I say before I click answer. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, DJ. I just wanted to let you know earlier when the doorbell rang…it was Alexis’s father, the ex-fiancé, and Gregory,” she says. She sounds tired.
“Oh, God, Tracy. I’m so, so sorry they bothered you,” Alexis says. “I’m so sorry you got dragged into this mess.”
“No, honey, don’t be. I told them last I heard, you were in Santa Barbara. Gregory knew I had more info, but he played the part well. He’s on your side. Both of you,” she says.
My eyes meet Alexis’s for just a brief moment before I return mine to the road. “Thanks, Mom,” I say.
“You two be safe,” she says. “They likely won’t find you up north, but they were definitely looking for you.
I’m not sure what happens next—if they get footage of you somewhere else or if they just go home and wait it out now.
I told Mr. Bodega that if you don’t want to be found to just leave you alone. ”
“I should reassure him that I’ll be back for the Christmas Eve special,” Alexis murmurs.
“Oh, he knew that. Gregory told your father that you texted him to let him know you’d be there, and he made a point of telling me that to make sure I relayed it back to you. But your dad was skeptical. He knows you two are together, and I didn’t mention anything more than that.”
“Thanks Mom,” I say again, not really sure what else to say. It sucks she got hit up for information on us, but at the same time…she’s the only person who actually knows our whereabouts.
“I’m here for you two, and I’ll see you real soon, okay?”
“Yes. We’re driving part way tomorrow and stopping overnight, and we’ll come down to the rental the next day,” I say. “I love you, Mom. Take care of yourself, okay?”
“You too. Love you guys.”
“Love you,” Alexis and I say at the same time, and I end the call.
Alexis is quiet as she stares out the window, and I reach over to take her hand in mine.
“Hey. It’ll be okay.”
She presses her lips together and nods.
“It’ll all be worth it,” I say softly.
I don’t add that it’ll all be worth it if it works out the way we want it to, but the thought still hangs in the air between us…because we don’t know if it will work, especially not if her father and Brooks are hot on our trail.