He smirks, and it’s kind of a relief because it’s the first time I’ve seen him look at ease since he saw that dust in the basement.
“What? You don’t think I can handle some repairs? I told you I worked in construction. I could build that house from scratch if I needed to. Please. And I still build for some housing projects on the side. It’ll be a hell of a challenge, but I’m the guy to do it.”
“If you need any help, let me know. I can work on all my stuff from the house, so—”
“Are you saying that so I’ll get balls-deep in you? Because I can tell you, that’s going to happen either way.”
I roll to my side to display my ass for him.
“Have at it,” I tease.
Mikey laughs, and I like knowing I’m responsible for it. Then he looks at it again and growls. “You better not be too inviting.”
“I think this is just inviting enough. Come on. You need a little destressing.”
“We need to wait until we get back to the hotel, at least.”
I glance around at the stretch of interstate.
“Do we?” I ask.
He glances at me, his jaw tense. Then he assesses the situation like I did.
He checks behind him before pulling over to the side of the road.
Holy shit, is he for real? I didn’t think he’d actually take me up on my offer, but even the thought of this actually happening makes me hard.
As he puts the car in park, he unfastens his seatbelt before coming at me quickly, his lips pressing against mine. He slyly undoes my seatbelt, and as I move to him, the seatbelt pulls to the side and off of me.
Mikey’s hand slides under my shirt. That familiar touch and kiss send a rush of excitement racing through me that urges me toward him so that I shove him back into his seat. I climb over the console, gripping at his body, my hands seeming to need to feel all those parts of him I’ve been missing.
He presses against my chest, pushing me away and breaking our kiss. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Come on. Get in the back.” He tilts his head back, a stray lock of his bangs shifting down his forehead and revealing the sweat that’s already collected from the mixture of humidity in the car and the heat we’ve stirred up through our make-out session.
I don’t waste time. I climb over the console into the back seat and start unfastening my belt.
“Holy shit, you fucking needy bottom,” he says. “I meant to get out the door, but this is just as much fun.”
He crawls back as I kick my shoes off and remove my jeans, leaving them on the floorboard. He strips down while I toss off my shirt. I lay low so that passing cars won’t see me. Mikey pulls a condom and packet of lube out of his pocket. He kicks his shorts off, then turns to me and smirks. He looks outside. “You think no one’s ever seen anything like this before? It’s not like anyone’s going to recognize you. Unless this happens to be your dad’s commute to go to his bougie buddy’s parties.”
“Shut up. And don’t mention my fucking father before we’re about to fuck.”
He tosses the condom and lube down beside me. “Lie flat across the seat.”
I obey, and he positions himself on his side at the edge of the seat, his body pressed firmly against mine.
He looks at my lips and then into my eyes briefly before kissing me.
It’s a soft kiss.
“God, you have no idea how much I missed this, you sexy motherfucker.”
I like that, even though there’s the possibility of someone seeing us, we don’t have to worry that Jordan is going to come walking in at any moment.
It’s just the two of us, pulling and tugging at each other as we lick and nip at each other’s lips.
Fire erupts within me, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’ve had to wait all day for this or because my body’s been craving him this much since all this began.
