Chapter 25 #2
“You better not! Don’t pull a Silas on me; we aren’t talking babies.” She narrows her eyes and points at me. Oh, thank God. We’re on the same page. That’s good. You can start beating again, heart.
“So, what do you say? Are we doing this? Me, you, a mini roadtrip and a night alone where we can perform all those crazy fantasies of yours?” I lean in and bite her bottom lip.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” she whispers against my lips before sealing ours together. “Yes. Yes, we’re doing it,” she says through kisses.
I retighten my hold on her and give us a push, forcing her to fall on her back against the couch beneath me. I smile against her giggling lips as my hands find the zipper of her dress and slowly pull it down her body.
It doesn’t take long for all our clothes to end up on the floor and our bodies to connect as one. We make love until the sun comes up, or in our case, a little girl demands our attention. This is going to be a long day.
I may not have spoken the words I wanted to Emma, but I made sure she felt them throughout the night. I’ll just have to try again the next time the opportunity presents itself.
~ Two Days Later ~
Our morning started later than I had planned.
Instead of taking twenty minutes to say goodbye to Gracie and get on the road, it took me one hour to get Emma out of the house.
Morgan literally had to walk to the car with Gracie in her arms so that Emma could give her one last kiss and wave through the window as we pulled away.
Which means we were behind schedule all day. Fitting twenty-eight stops in one business day was already hard to begin with, but with forty minutes less, it nearly made it impossible. Luckily, I came up with the perfect solution to make us hurry yet keep it fun.
I put Bunny on a timer.
We pretended to be on a scavenger hunt, speeding from one destination to the other. Once inside the store, I started the timer, and Em had exactly fifteen minutes to find and choose her mug as well as pass the checkout. You’d think fifteen minutes would be enough to pick up a mug. Apparently not.
The number of times I had to start shouting at Emma to hurry up and begin the countdown only to have my phone ring out as I paid for our purchases would be twenty…
twenty out of twenty-eight. And every time we didn’t make it before my phone rang, I walked out of the store with a frown while Bunny giggled behind her new mug.
After the seventh store, I caught on that we would be behind schedule all day, which meant no time to stop for food. So while Emma went into one store, I ran into the grocery store next door and grabbed us two bags full of snacks and drinks to have on the road.
We made it to the last thrift shop with ten minutes left before it closed its doors for the night. But now that our mission of the day has been concluded, we’re both starving.
We’re currently driving down a main road, in search of somewhere to eat. I’d like to take Emma somewhere nice, but given the time and no reservation, I’m not sure if that will be possible.
“Oh! Let’s stop here,” Bunny says, pointing out the window at what looks like a rundown diner from the 50s.
“You want to eat here?” We’re stopped at a red light, so I take the time to look at the diner once more. Yeah, I don’t know if I’d trust my food coming from there.
“Oh, come on. Don’t give me that look. It’s perfectly fine and looks super cute. Come on, say yes! Please! We’re both starving, so why continue to drive around looking for somewhere when there’s food right here?”
She points out the window again, fluttering her long eyelashes and pouting out her lips. “Plus, I’m on the verge of hitting that scary level of hungry, so if I were you, I’d pull the car over, Greyson.”
I flip my blinker on. “Well, you should have started with that.” She slaps my chest, and we both laugh as the light turns green and I pull into the restaurant’s parking lot.
We walk in and take a seat at one of the empty booths. I’m actually surprised by how many people are here right now since it’s almost 10:00 at night. It’s not super full, but there are still quite a lot of patrons.
We grab the menus that are up in a rack on the table and browse through our options when an elderly waitress by the name of Debbie comes over to greet us. “How’s the lovely couple doing tonight?”
“Oh, we’re just fabulous. We’re celebrating my birthday and just finished a day-long scavenger hunt,” Emma tells her enthusiastically. I don’t know why, but it’s always fascinated me how Bunny talks to strangers as if they’re old-time friends catching up.
“Well, aren’t you lucky to have such a fine young man taking good care of you,” Debbie says with a chuckle as she looks me over.
Em sighs and places her elbows on the table, resting her head between her hands. Her gaze falls to mine with a dreamy look in her eyes as they gleam. “I really am. He’s the best.”
A full smile blooms on my face. She’s so freaking adorable. I place my arm above the table, stretching my hand out to her. She removes one of hers from her cheek, and takes my hand as our eyes lock on one another.
All I see is her, and all she sees is me.
“Ahhh, young love. There’s something so magical about it.” We both turn to Debbie, who regards us with adoration.
Emma instantly blushes, just realizing our waitress was still there. I offer Emma a wink, then turn back to Debbie when she speaks up again. “So what can I get you guys?” She pulls out a notepad and pen from her waist apron and readies herself to take our order.
Bunny and I both look down at the menus, scanning them quickly. “Oh my God! Wolf! They have milkshakes!”
I chuckle and shake my head at her excitement. It’s like she’s never seen a milkshake before. I love this about Bunny.
The girl is rich beyond belief, she knows everything and anything about everyone. Has all the latest fashion pieces and a closet probably worth more than my house. Yet eating in a rundown diner with a $5 milkshake excites her.
I turn back to Debbie with a smile. “We’ll have a burger and fries each, with a strawberry milkshake for the lovely lady and a chocolate one for me. Thank you.”
Em smiles and claps her hands repeatedly, practically bouncing in her seat. God, I’ll need a full-day workout after all this junk food.
It doesn’t take long for our food and drinks to arrive, and the instant they hit the table, we plow through them. We don’t talk much, as we’re too busy devouring our food. It isn’t until I’ve cleared my plate and Emma’s leftovers that one of us talks.
“Greyson?”
I look up at my gorgeous girlfriend while drinking the rest of my milkshake. “Hm?”
“Will you fuck me in the ass tonight?” she asks with the straightest face I’ve ever seen.
The question catches me off guard. My liquid drink explodes from my mouth, flying all over as I fall into a coughing fit, choking on the swallow I was about to take.
I smack my chest repeatedly while Bunny just sits there calmly watching me. When I finally manage to drag in some air, I fold my arms over the table and drop my head into them, needing a moment to collect myself.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Emma!” I say, against the table.
“What?” She sounds completely clueless.
I lift my head and stare at her in disbelief. “You can’t just say things like that out loud as if we’re talking about the fucking weather!” I whisper shout. I’m not angry, just completely flabbergasted that she would say it like that.
“Why not?” She furrows her brows in confusion.
“Because we don’t need the whole restaurant knowing what our plans for the night are!”
“Oh…” She blinks a few times, then a heavenly smile blooms over her lips. “So is that a yes?”
“Wait, you’re serious?” I straighten in my seat. I honestly thought she was just messing around.
“Well, yeah.” She frowns again.
“I thought that was a no-go zone for oversized loads?” Her words, not mine.
She has let me through the forbidden gates with my fingers and tongue. But every time I’ve pressed myself against her puckered flower, she starts making this beeping sound until I back away like a truck going in reverse. It cracks me up every time.
“Normally, yes. But you’ve done so much for me today, I just wanted to give you something in return.
” She blushes slightly and bites her lip while playing with the straw in her cup, not looking at me.
“Plus, I watched this really hot porn the last time you were away where the guy fucked the girl really hard in the ass, and she seemed to love it. So it got me thinking that maybe I was missing out.” She shrugs and giggles when she looks up at my astounded expression.
What the hell? My girlfriend watches porn?
It’s then I notice Debbie standing by the booth behind us with a look that tells me she heard every single word. She doesn’t look bothered by the conversation, merely surprised. She walks over to our table and pats Emma on the shoulder in a motherly way.
“If it’s done properly, it’s quite enjoyable. Just make sure to use a lot of lube and take your time stretching her out,” she whispers, turning to me at the end, then walks away with a wink.
“Oh God. Kill me now.” I drop my head back down to the table over my arms. The last thing I needed was some sixty-year-old woman teaching me about anal sex.
We leave the diner shortly after and, as instructed, head to a drugstore to pick up everything we’ll need, as well as more snacks for our post-orgasm feast. A short drive later, we finally arrive at our hotel suite.
“Umm… Grey? Why is the shower beside the bed?” Em asks as I close the door with my back to the room.
I turn around and quickly understand what she means. A huge glass-enclosed walk-in rain shower sits literally three feet away from the bed. Well, that’s a strange setup…
I walk up behind Emma, circling her waist with my arms and resting my chin on her shoulder. “Think of it this way; if things turn messy, we won’t have far to go,” I whisper in her ear.