Page 71 of Rock Giant
“I was going to stretch my legs.I don’t mind wandering over to the shop to get you one,” Paul offered.Anything for his missus.Plus, he needed a few to clean up his thoughts.
“Really?Thanks.”
“Not a problem.”It really wasn’t, and honestly, why weren’t the twerps that inhabited this bus leaping up to right the issue?One of them had obviously snaffled two beverages.He suspected the douche canoe.
“Why are we being honoured with breakfast?”Nash asked, right as Paul reached the top of the bus steps.
Because they were making an effort, that’s why.Xane had suggested it, and he’d liked the idea of bringing his lady breakfast so much, he’d volunteered.Ronnie had accompanied him, because, as he’d rightly pointed out, he was still owed a pussy visit.“Should we not have bothered?”
He was trying, he really was, but he just plain didn’t like the tosser.The rest of them were all right, but Nash, he just… It was hard to put his finger on it.The guy just rubbed him the wrong way, and not just because he insisted on hanging onto Jodi like a fucking limpet and stealing her food.As he watched, turd brain stole multiple bits of her sausage, even though he still had the remains of the first one he’d nicked right there in his hand.
Paul took his irritation off the bus before he rammed his fist in the imbecile’s face.Only most of them followed.At least they stayed beside the bus to eat and swig their takeaway coffees, while he did a temper cooling lap of the car park.
The service station was little more than a garage with basic amenities attached, but it was surrounded by breathtaking landscape.Rolling green hills, thick with trees, and that scent in the air, a unique mix of salt and pine.They’d driven up a stretch of coastline not long before they’d stopped.In places the road was right by the water’s edge.Not here, mind.Here it was trees and rocks and winding, looping road.Troll country in his mind, but he knew that was really considered to be further north.He’d have to check the schedule again.See if they could find some time after the Bergen gig so he could take her to see one of the amazing waterfalls and stretch his legs with a decent hike.They were stopping within the Magma Geopark later, but it’d be too dark to take in the sights.Best they’d get was a nice view while they ate breakfast.
Having done his lap, Paul headed into the shop and picked up a coffee for his lady, along with some nibbles and another troll to add to his mum’s collection.She had a thing about mythical creatures.They inhabited all the nooks and crannies of his parent’s place.Hung their washing across the stairs, had doorways in the skirting boards and on mantlepieces.He’d found a three-legged crow lurking behind the washing machine the last time he’d visited, and atomtepeering at him from inside a jar of lentils in the pantry.It made it hard to believe they weren’t living breathing entities, who just froze when you passed them by so as not to give the game away.The troll would fit right in.
Speaking of living, breathing entities.Jodi froze before him when she emerged from the ladies as he headed out of the shop door by the rear exit.It’d have made more sense to use the front door, but his brain logic adhered to the service station rule of same way out as in, else you could wind up who knew where.Maybe a whole different country, or a parallel universe, and while it might be nice to land in one where he and Jodi weren’t engaged in the whole arm’s length thing, other stuff might be different in that world too, and he was kind of invested in his current timeline.
“Coffee.”
She accepted it gratefully, and he watched her as she pried off the lid and blew on the steaming liquid before taking a swallow and groaning in contentment.Cute.Plus, she still looked endearingly sleep tousled.Enough to want to push her up against the convenient wall and ravage her senseless.
“Did you eat breakfast, because you’re looking at me like you’re contemplating swallowing me whole,” she asked.
“I ate.I could happily indulge in seconds, though.”He licked his lips.
“Stop it,” she warned, but she was grinning.
“Says the woman who undid my fly the other night.”
The remark only made her grin wider.“That was a strategic move.It might have even worked in my favour if—” She frowned.“How are your abs?”
Paul lifted his shirt to flash her the damage.The scrape had bruised, leaving his skin mottled in shades of yellow, browns, and purples between the lines of his ink.
“Fuck.Ouch!”She reached out to touch but stopped shy of doing so.“Guess kissing it better didn’t do the trick.”
“You can give it another go, if you like.”
“I think you’d like.”
He absolutely wasn’t denying that.
“You’re thinking something.Not sure I want to hear it, but I kinda simultaneously do.”
He considered the wisdom of speaking his mind, but ultimately figured, what the heck.“Just, how this could play out if there weren’t certain barriers in the way.”
“Ah!Oh!”She took another draw of her coffee, as heat flooded her cheeks giving her a rosy glow.“That sounds like something we definitely shouldn’t discuss.”
“You sure you don’t want to hear?It involves tongues, and your leg going over my shoulder.”
“What are you, six foot ten?Not sure I can get my leg that high.Not sure I can get it to half that height.”
“Six six, and you could if I was kneeling.”
“Oh,” she said, hopefully picturing exactly what he was picturing.Her cunt open to him.His tongue exploring the contours of her slit.The taste of her thick on his tongue, and her towering over him.That coffee cup still clutched in her fist, and scores of bite marks around the rim of it.
“Well, this is a public place, Mr Reed, so that would be highly inappropriate.”She waggled a finger at him as if she was giving him a stern ticking off, but there was merriment in her eyes, and he didn’t think it was just down to her being flattered by his interest.The skin of her neck was pinkening too.
