Mine to enjoy as extensions of him instead.
“Worth it,” I whisper to him as I link my fingers through his.
“You absolutely are,” he agrees.
30
WHEN A MAN AND A WOMAN BECOME OFFICIAL, THE WORLD BECOMES A COCKBLOCK
Simon
After a weekwhere Bea joins the boys and me for dinner several nights, along with an unexpectedly funny trip to the bowling alley and a full afternoon of the four of us playing MarioKart, finally—finally—the stars have aligned.
Even though my parents tried to ruin my day by ringing me—I sincerely need to block their numbers—I am giddy with glee.
I’m about to see my girlfriend.
Alone.
I can barely restrain my excitement as my car arrives beside Bea’s burger bus.
My boys are staying with Lana for the first time in weeks on a night when Bea isn’t also booked for a party, and so Bea insisted that I meet her at the old drive-in cinema, and honestly, it was sheer brilliance on her part to suggest a place this secluded and remote.
The large screen beyond the overgrown field glows with the moonlight, and everything is bright enough that I don’t require my night glasses. I hand my phone to Butch with orders tonot interrupt for anything short of fire, screams for help, or a random sharknado suddenly appearing in the vicinity, and I cross the short distance to climb into the back of Bea’s bus.
“Shut the door,” she says in a purring voice that makes my cock instantly hard.
We’ve seen one another at least every other day what with the dinners and play time with my boys, and we’ve texted and spoken on the phone far more about anything and everything under the sun. She’s shared stories of her parents and told me why she’s afraid of enclosed spaces and that she’s always regretted not coming home from college to see what would be her mother’s final community theater performance. I’ve told her stories about my career and side jobs, along with tales of my own parents that even Lana doesn’t know.
And while I feel as though I know Bea inside and out, we’ve not been alone in person together for more than five minutes here or there, stealing kisses and very little more in those moments.
I’m starving for her touch.
For her unfiltered words shared directly into my ear rather than over text message or on the phone.
For that beautiful smile with those irresistible dimples aimed straight at me and only me.
I shut the door and realize a black curtain blocks my way.
I lift it aside, step deeper into the bus, and fairy lights flicker on around me.
Fairy lights against dark curtains hung all around the interior of the bus, blocking off even the kitchen portion of the food truck and making a cocoon of the chef’s table portion of her mobile establishment.
“Bea?” I say softly. “Are you all right?”
This feels tight, and I hope she’s okay.
“I am.” The curtains to the kitchen part, and a bare leg sticks through it, mid-thigh down.
My cock strains against my trousers at the realization that I’m about to get a show.
From my girlfriend.
Now, this—this is worthy of getting out my glasses.
Which I do in a quick flash.
I grabbed them in case the moon wasn’t bright enough, but as it turns out—they’re necessary for the full, crisp, clear enjoyment of whatever Bea is about to do next.
