Page 53 of When the Storm Breaks
“Fuuuck.”
Which was exactly what we had just done. We’d fucked, and it had been glorious.
We collapsed on the bed and lay next to each other on our backs, catching our breath for a few seconds, his hand on my thigh. I turned my head to look at him and for reasons I couldn’t explain, we both started laughing.
“Shit, that was fun.”
I rolled onto my side and propped my head on my hand, trailing my fingers down his sweat-slick chest. “So much fun. I can’t wait to do it again.”
And then we both laughed again, and he pulled my head down to his for a kiss that tasted like cinnamon and me. For a brief moment I pretended we were a real couple, and this was my real life.
Chapter Sixteen
Brody
“I needto stop and buy something,” Shiloh said from the passenger seat. I glanced at her as I drove the back roads. Whenever possible, I avoided the main roads. There were too many shitty drivers on the road and having to stop at red lights made me impatient, so I preferred to take the back roads where the scenery was better, and the air was cleaner without all the pollution from the exhaust fumes. Today Shiloh was wearing a faded black cotton tank dress with silver studded black sandals tied around her ankle. Even in casual clothes, she looked edgy. Rock n roll. But hot as hell in whatever she wore.
“Nobody expects you to bring anything.” I was taking Shiloh to our Sunday family dinner. Another first for me. This morning, Kate had called and insisted I bring her so here we were. Meanwhile, I couldn’t get the mental images of last night out of my head. If I could, I’d turn the truck around and take her back to bed. Hell, we didn’t even need a bed. I’d fold her over the back of my truck and fuck her from behind.
“I can’t show up empty-handed.”
“You could draw a picture for Grandma,” Noah piped up from the backseat. A vocal reminder of why I couldn’t pull the truck over and fuck Shiloh in the field we were driving past. “She loves my drawings.”
Shiloh smiled and turned around in her seat to look at Noah. “I should have thought of that sooner.”
“You can do it for next week,” he said confidently, as if this was going to be a weekly thing and Shiloh was a part of the family now.
“Brody. Stop!”
What the fuck? I checked my rearview mirror then pulled over and screeched to a halt. “What’s wrong?”
She checked her side mirror. “There’s a farm stand back there. Maybe we can buy some fruit or something. Oh, it looks like they have honey. How about some honey?”
Jesus Christ. The way she’d shouted at me to stop I thought it had been an emergency. “I told you not to worry about it.”
She took a fifty-dollar bill out of her wallet and waved it under my nose. I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to take it. “Please,” she pleaded. “Just go buy some fruit and honey.”
I ran my hand through my hair and exhaled a breath. “You don’t need to bring anything.”
“Fine. I’ll go.”
Before I could stop her, she was out of the truck and marching along the shoulder of the road. Goddammit. Stubborn woman. I backed up my truck and swung onto the shoulder, stopping in front of the farm stand. She was already talking to the elderly man and his wife who were selling fruit and honey products. Meanwhile, I was staring at her bare legs, remembering how they’d been wrapped around me when I’d pounded into her.
She held up a beeswax candle and sniffed it then turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “It smells sooo good.”
I shook my head and laughed then cut the engine and settled in for the long haul. I’d been around enough women to know that when it came to shopping, they could happily spend hours doing it. Didn’t matter if it was a fancy boutique or the back of a truck alongside the road, they always managed to find something to spend their money on.
Noah was busy playing on his Nintendo DS, so I closed my eyes and took a nap. After round three last night, we drifted off to sleep for a few hours, only to be woken by my phone alarm. Life on a horse ranch started early so I left her sleeping before the sun had even come up. No use thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck her from here to next Sunday when there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. A case of blue balls wasn’t on my agenda for the day.
“Daddy!”
I startled awake. “What’s wrong?”
“Hayley’s here!”
Oh shit. I checked my rearview mirror and sure enough, a silver SUV had pulled up behind me with Dale Peterson behind the wheel. Other than having kids in the same kindergarten class, we had absolutely nothing in common. Yet he seemed to think we were buddies. He worked for a big accounting firm in Austin and commuted five days a week. On Saturdays he golfed. On Sundays he took the family to church and spent the day with them. Now he got out of his SUV and walked up to my open window for a chat while his wife and daughter were at the farm stand. Dale was about ten years older than me, and on weekends he wore pressed chinos and polo shirts. Today he was wearing plaid shorts with his polo shirt, a side part in his sandy brown hair.
“Brody. Thought that was you. How’s it going?”
