“Really? Out in the open like this?” I waved my hands around us.
“Not ashamed of my dick.”
He said dick.
And now I was thinking about his dick.
I walked right past him and climbed into the truck without another word. I had nothing to say that was appropriate. All the thoughts in my head were along the lines of:
Well, let’s see it then.
Prove it.
I’m not ashamed of your dick, either.
See? Not good thoughts at all. For all I knew, he had a tiny curved dick. Doubt it, but that would probably help me sleep better at night, if I knew there was an ugly dick laying on the bunk beneath me. My mind had been going dirty ever since I hugged him last night. Maybe while I was in the shower at this place we were heading, I would take care of myself.
Masturbating was not something new for me, though I’d never done it until I was in a relationship with Lane. Still kicking myself about that.
Lane was all about himself when it came to sex stuff. One time I went down on him with my mouth, he then considered it a garbage bin until hours passed and I brushed my teeth with a Listerine rinse, so I didn’t do it often. He didn’t like going down on me either, because he said it was like having catfish slime on his tongue. After that romantic declaration, I never allowed him down there again. No woman likes hearing her vagina is like catfish slime. So after he took care of himself and fell asleep, I would go into the other room and give myself a happy ending. When I did it, I was coming in just a few short minutes. When he tried, it felt like it took forever. I wish I knew why. But feeling like I cheated on him afterwards made me not do it very often.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. Lane and I were over. He screwed that up when he called me a liar. I grabbed the hand sanitizer from my bag and cleaned my hands, then offered some to Killian.
“Sanitize your penis hand?” He looked at me like I was crazy, but took a little drop of it, then rubbed his hands together.
We got back on the road in record time and were cruising. I started drawing again, and before I knew it, two hours had passed. We stopped, stretched together, and ate the last of his chicken wraps. He mumbled something about stopping at the store for more food, once we reached our destination. I was pretty surprised he was so healthy. Besides the Twizzlers and the small biscuit I got him, he seemed to be eating good food. Meanwhile, I had a nice little stash of gummy worms, beef jerky, Air Heads, and one pack of mints. Road trips were supposed to be filled with junk food, cheesy radio selections, and endless fun.
As we started to approach San Diego, I was feeling excited and hyped up. Our first destination!
“So do you know the person we are dropping the cars off with?” I was curious about how this worked.
“Joel. Friend of mine.” Joel. Okay, that was cool. He didn’t go into anymore details about it, so I just bounced in my seat and looked at the scenery around us. California was very beautiful. All the palm trees reminded me of home. Even though it was late, and the sun had set hours ago, I could still feel the awe of where we were.
I looked down at the cars driving next to us. For some reason it hadn’t occurred to me to do this before. One kid caught my gaze and smiled, pumping his arms in the air. He wanted us to honk the horn!
“Honk your horn!” I demanded, looking expectantly at Killian.
“No.” I sighed at his answer, but didn’t let it get me down. I gave the kid a sorry face as they drove past us. When we pulled up to a very fancy looking area, I knew we must be close. Big mansions were lining the shorelines and cliffs.
“Where are we?” I knew we were still in San Diego, but I think it must be a suburb. There was a sign behind us, but I missed it.
“La Jolla.” I liked the way that sounded coming out of his mouth, very seductive-like.
La Jolla was serene. I couldn’t wait to get out and explore. Killian said we would have a short break before picking up the next set of cars and traveling wherever. I was going to take advantage of this time and do something fun.
We pulled up to a very large but not overly done Tuscan-style home. The big gate was open, giving us entry past the big wall surrounding the estate, and Killian had plenty of room to pull his truck in without hitting anything.
I was amazed by the house; it was like art, when you looked closely. Little designs were etched around each window and the door. Someone took a lot of time to turn this house into a subtle masterpiece.
“I’m gonna unload the cars, and then park. You can get out, or stay put,” he said and got out of the truck. I wasn’t staying. I needed to breathe the salty night air coming from the ocean, and feel the breeze on my face.
My boots made a loud thunk as they hit the cobblestone driveway. Someone paid a lot of attention to details with this property. All the trees and plants around us looked natural, not landscaped—as if the house just grew with the flora.
“Hey, you made it!” A man walked out from the front door and strolled down to Killian, not even noticing me. This must be Joel. I walked to the back of the trailer and saw them mid-hug. Killian was bro hugging someone? And he didn’t melt. Interesting.
“Yeah.” Killian pulled back and looked at me, and Joel followed his line of sight.
“Holy Shit!” It just flew right out of my mouth. Joel was not just some guy named Joel. Joel was Joel fucking Kline, the hottest new movie star in Hollywood. He was six foot two, with a muscular build, like Killian. But unlike my blond-headed captain, Joel had black hair with a small mixture of gray in the front of his styled head. Being thirty, he wasn’t old, and the gray spot worked for him. Made him very sexy, actually. Mix that with his striking blue eyes, and he was every woman’s celebrity crush.
