We’d had sex a few times, but I couldn’t get over how good it felt every time he entered me. I loved sex with Boston. His dick made me feel stuffed like a turkey each time.
We had sex on the hood of the car, in the middle of the desert, and I didn’t worry about a damn thing except the feeling of Boston beating my shit out the frame.
When we were done, we cleaned up as best as we could with wipes I had in my bag, then continued back on the road.
I had my hand on the back of Boston’s neck as he drove, with my phone in my other hand.
As I scrolled, I saw something that gave me pause.
Has Boston Brooks moved on with plus-sized model, Harvest? The two of them were spotted out in the city of sin. Is this real? Or is the newly single Boston Brooks just looking for a rebound? We’ll keep you updated as the tea spills.
There was Boston and I plastered on a popular blog page. We looked happy as we left out of some store on the strip. The picture was cute, but that wasn’t how the world was supposed to find out.
Before I could say anything to Boston, my phone chimed.
My heart dropped to my feet when I saw the name.
Victor.
“What’s wrong?”I glanced over at Harvest, but her eyes were glued to her phone. Something had happened because she suddenly stopped rubbing the back of my neck. That shit was feeling good too.
“This,” she said as she held up her phone.
I quickly looked at it, then back on the road. We weren’t far from the hotel, and I prayed that there weren’t any paparazzi outside now that the secret was out.
“I guess the cat’s out the bag.” I shrugged. I wasn’t worried about it, but it seemed as though Harvest was.
When we arrived at the hotel, I pulled around the back so we could enter at a different entrance. It wasn’t one that was open to the public, so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us.
“You’re okay with this?” Harvest asked.
“Yeah, why not?”
She bit her bottom lip and rubbed her hand over her knee. A look crossed her face, and I wasn’t sure what the problem was. Instead of getting out of the car, I asked her again what the issue was.
“So, before I left home, I had a boyfriend. We are on a break, but we haven’t officially broken up. He’s been sending me text messages, but I haven’t responded.”
She looked worried about my response, but she had nothing to worry about at all.
“Key word, had. I don’t give a fuck about him; you’re my wife.” That man was stupid as hell, letting her put them on a break and he went along with it. A break was an opportunity for another person to take their place, and that was what the fuck I did.
“But–” she started to say, but I cut her off.
“Listen, this is our last night here, and we need to make the most of it. Forget all that other shit. The only thing I’m worried about is spending more time with you before we have to go our separate ways, temporarily.” I had to throw that last part out there, because there was no way I was letting her go.
I pushed the door open, then grabbed our bags from the trunk. After I had what we needed, I opened her door, then helped her out of the car. I’d clean the car out in the morning before it was returned. I held Harvest’s hand as we walked toward the door. Once we arrived, I held it open for her, then followed behind her. She had gotten quiet, so I knew that shit bothered her, but I knew what would take her mind off it.
“Don’t fucking run from me. Keep that arch in your back.” I smacked Harvest on her left ass cheek.
The minute we entered the suite, I dropped our bags and led her to the bedroom. We had sex on the road, but I wanted her again. Knowing that she had someone who may have been waiting for her to return made me want to turn some shit up on her. Harvest wasn’t leaving me for that nigga. I didn’t know who he was, and I didn’t give a fuck. Clearly, he was dumb. Unless he was doing some shit and didn’t want her to find out. It didn’t matter to me. He would have to see me if he thought they would ride off into the sunset.
I pushed Harvest down as I pounded into her. I needed her to feel what this was between us.
Harvest moaned as she pushed back into me. My bottom lip was tucked in between my teeth as I watched her ass shake.
“So fucking wet. You think you going back to that nigga?” I pulled her head back by her ponytail. “Is that what you think, Harvest?” She didn’t answer me, so I smacked her ass. “Is it?” I wanted my dick so deep into her that she’d forget about homeboy. I didn’t care if he took her virginity; I wanted him out of her brain. Hell, I wanted to erase her memory of any man that came before me.
“No,” she cried out.
