Page 46 of Married with Mayhem

“Can we get some snacks at the gas station?”

“Anything you want.”

“We should probably get some drinks too.”

“Fine.” I double tap the surface of the table. “Come on. The road awaits.”

She doesn’t move. “And I need more tampons. I left my other box in your bathroom.”

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

“I’ll buy you as many tampons as your little heart desires. Now can we leave?”

Finally, she wraps her half eaten bagel in a napkin, gathers her backpack, and stands. “I’m ready.”

“Great. Ladies first.”

She’s already walking away when I notice she’s left behind the maraschino cherry she offered me earlier. I grab it, bite the meat off the stem and crush it to sweet pulp between my teeth as I stare at Sabrina’s luscious round ass.

What can I say? I happen to like the taste of cherries.

Once the car is gassed up and Sabrina has wasted twenty minutes in the restroom because she’s decided to change her outfit and I’ve been loaded down with bags containing her latest purchases, we are at last ready to make some more road trip progress.

Sabrina decides that she’s tired enough to take a nap after all but would prefer to sleep in the passenger seat rather than stretch out in the back. An elaborate nesting process follows until she’s finally comfortable enough to settle down with my pillow and blanket.

“Sweet dreams, Monte Carlo,” she says and shuts her eyes.

I floor the accelerator upon returning to the highway. The engine hiccups but keeps moving. “I won’t be dreaming. You will.”

“Okay.” She yawns and burrows deeper into my pillow. “Monte?”

I heave out a thick sigh. “What is it now?”

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” she says in a soft voice, her eyes still closed.

My heart performs a backflip and squeezes the air out of my lungs. I switch the volume of the radio to a low murmur so she can sleep and turn my full concentration to staying awake and on the road.

When the sky begins to pinken with the approach of sunrise, Sabrina is still sound asleep. I know she’s not just resting her eyes because there’s no way she could possibly stand to be quiet for this long if she was awake.

I glance over to find that the blanket has slipped, exposing a bare shoulder and the slightly displaced strap of a purple tank top. Layers of thick brown hair are fanned out over the pillow and her lips are slightly parted.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

She deserves the chance to keep resting for as long as she can. My right hand reaches over and carefully tucks the blanket around her body where it belongs. Before withdrawing, I give into the compulsion to gently run the back of my knuckle across her soft cheek.

Tenderness and lust instantly collide, wreaking havoc.

Fuck.

One pitfall of driving a classic vehicle is that there’s no cruise control to keep the ride smooth when I’m forced to adjust a sudden erection that strains against the confines of my jeans. A minor feat of gymnastics is required to give my dick some breathing room without veering off the road.

With that mission accomplished, I cut my gaze back to Sabrina to make sure she’s still sleeping soundly.

She is. Like an angel.

However, smutty thoughts won’t stop creeping into the edges of my mind so I force myself to quit staring at her.

Less than eight hours have passed since I gave a volatile psycho a near death experience in a pizzeria basement.

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