Page 43 of Indulgence
“Being spontaneous.”
She fidgeted in her seat and glanced at the sign for the rest area as we passed it. I pulled the car into a spot at the far end of the parking lot where there were no other cars, put it in park, and then moved my seat as far back as it would go.
“Hitch that dress up and come ride my cock,” I told her, freeing my dick from my pants. “You should probably hurry too. Never know when someone could pull up next to us.”
* * *
We hastily shuffledto put everything back into place when a police car pulled into the parking lot and started driving around, patrolling.
Thank god, we had already finished.
“Man, I had forgot how fun doing it in the car was.”
Natalie snorted. “Funny, because I had forgot how awkward and uncomfortable it was. My head might possibly have a few bumps tomorrow.”
Her head kept hitting the roof, and when I accidentally pressed the horn and startled her, she hit the window too.
I shrugged. “That’s the price of spontaneity.”
As we neared home, Natalie suggested meeting with Adam tonight. “See if he wants to come for some barbeque and beers. Is there a Mariner’s game on tonight?”
“Yeah, there is. Text him.”
She had his number. I didn’t want anything to be weird between them. I wanted their interactions to be business as usual. Before having sex with him, Natalie would’ve asked him herself, so there was no reason to change that expectation.
Adam arrived two hours later, and as he was climbing from his car, the delivery guy pulled into the driveway.
“I thought we we’re grilling?” he asked, hitching a thumb over his shoulder. That had been the plan, but as soon as we had gotten home, Natalie decided she just wanted to veg on the couch.
“Someone gave me a concussion this afternoon, so I didn’t want to cook or clean anything,” Natalie called from the living room. “Pizza is better for the soul anyway.”
He rushed into the living room and looked Natalie over. “How’d you get a concussion?” His concern was genuine, which made Nat an ass for joking like that.
“She doesn’t have a concussion,” I yelled back as I grabbed the pizza from the delivery guy and handed him a tip. “Thanks.”
“I could have,” Nat continued.
Dropping the pizza off in the kitchen, I rounded the corner and glared. “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”
Adam chuckled and shook his head. “Jeez, you guys. What’d you get into this time?”
Natalie smiled. “The car.”
“What are you, sixteen?” Adam laughed. “And car sex kind of sucks. It’s cramped and you never have enough room to move. Now, a nice BJ in the car, on the other hand, is awesome.”
Nat nodded and stood to hug Adam. “That’s what I said. I wouldn’t say it sucked, but it’s so awkward and confined.”
A look passed between them as they greeted one another.
He looked into Natalie’s eyes as he asked, “Are we good?”
She smiled and nodded, not a trace of lie or hesitation in her expression. “Of course. I’m glad it was you, and I’m glad you know how to use your tongue so damn well.”
He smirked, but I swore his cheeks turned a bit pink. “You and the rest of the Seattle women.”
I stifled my laugh with a slice of pizza and joined them in the living room.
Chapter Twenty
