I blush like a thousand shades of pink. I know because I can feel the heat rise up from my neck to my cheeks.Stupid Irish heritage. I need to be brave, bold. I can do it. “What do you want to talk about?”
Nash’s hand slides down to the edge of my dress then sneaks beneath the fabric. His rough hand feels so good on my skin. So good, I moan. Leaning over just a little, his voice gets low. It’s like he’s whispering in my ear. “I can’t wait to sink into you again, Isabelle. You want that too?”
I look over at him and clear my throat. “Yeah. I want that too.”
When our eyes meet, the sexual energy is all around us. It’s palpable. Before I know it, Nash is pulling off the interstate, making his way north. When he spies a gravel road, he takes another right and drives a mile or so until he spots a place to pull over. As soon as he’s got the car in park, I unlatch my seat belt and I’m up on my knees. At the same time, his hands reach for my waist, and I throw my leg over him. Straddling him, I scoot up then sit down onto him. He’s hard, very hard, I press my center over him, making us both moan.
In seconds, we’ve both got hands in each other’s hair and we’re making out like teenagers at a drive-in movie. The only difference is the dry humping that’s happening at the same time. “Nash,” I say, kissing his neck. “I’ve missed you. I want you.”
Without a word, Nash reaches down and unzips his jeans. Lifting his hips, he works his pants down just far enough for him to spring free. My god, even his penis is pretty. Lifting up, I attempt to push my panties down, but it’s not going to work. “Here,” Nash says, panting. Pushing the panties aside, he adds, “Sit. Sit on my cock, baby.”
I lift my dress enough for me to see what we’re doing. When he’s lined up to me, I slowly press down onto him. It hurts a little, but I know from the first time, the pain won’t last. I’m right. As soon as he’s inside me all the way, we look into each other’s eyes. He smiles first, then me. His is a brilliant smile. “You feel fucking perfect, honey.”
“So do you.”
“Okay,” he says, wrapping his hands around my middle, “lift, then sit back down. I’ll press up as you go down, yeah?”
I do as he says, slowly at first. In no time though, I’m practically bouncing on his lap. “Nash,” I say loudly.
“I wish I could see your tits.” He’s staring at my chest.
My chest is bouncing some, but thanks to my bra, the girls are contained. I’m not so sure having them out right now is a good idea. It is broad daylight and we are on the side of a dirt road.
“Later,” I say as I experiment with my position. I move front to back while also going up and down, and I like it. A lot. When Nash places his finger on my clit, it takes about a minute for me to explode. My god, it feels amazing when he’s inside me.
“Shit,” he hisses. “I’m gonna come, babe.” Nash pants.
I lean down and kiss him as he moans into my mouth. We both stop moving, but the kisses haven’t stopped. They aren’t as hard and passionate as they were. No, now they’re soft and exploratory. “Sex is fun,” I say between kisses.
“It is with you, Isabelle.”
I smile as I attempt to push up. My legs are cramped and a little sore. As soon as we’re disconnected, I feel wetness between my legs. “Got a napkin?”
“Sure.”
I clean myself up as he does the same. When we’re both decent again, I slide to the middle of the truck and buckle up. Before long, we’re back on the road.
* * *
“Isabelle!”my dad shouts. “What a surprise.”
Funny, he doesn’t seem that surprised. He’s dressed in dark jeans and what looks like a new dress shirt. The side where his arm used to be is folded in half and pinned to the shoulder of the shirt.
“Hi, Daddy.” I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“Great.” He sounds a little too cheerful.
I look around his room. “Where’s Mom?”
“Oh…” He looks at Nash. “She’s running an errand.”
I guess it makes sense. I’m sure she’s got things to do outside of this facility. “Are you eating, Dad?” He’s got to have lost twenty or thirty pounds since this whole thing started.
“I am. I’m eating more now. It won’t be long until your mother has me fattened up again.”
“Good,” I say without hesitation. “You need your strength for the farm.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. I’m not going to analyze that right now. “Speaking of, when I found out we were heading your way, I bought you some treats at the Iowa 80 truck stop.”
