Page 49 of A Love That Broke Us
“I don’t care, babe. I’ll listen to almost anything.” I flash her a grin. “Just pick something we both like.”
Alley and I have wildly different tastes in music, but I learned a long time ago—always let the woman control the music. If she’s happy, everybody’s happy.
“Alright.” She taps on her screen. “I’ll just throw on a playlist with a little of everything.”
“Works for me.” I lean over, stealing a quick kiss before shifting my focus back to the road.
Matt’s parents own an estate in Lenox. The grandkids all stay with Grandma and Grandpa so the adult kids can get drunk and enjoy the slopes. This trip’s been an annual thing for years.
Alley’s never been. She couldn’t get work off last year, and the year before that, Michael was in town. This will be her first time. She’s never even stepped into a pair of skis, and I can’t wait to teach her.
I know having a newbie will slow me down, but it’s not like I’m some pro. I just love skiing, and getting to do it with her? That’s what matters. It’s going to be great.
We chat about work and wedding planning for the first thirty minutes of the drive. Then silence settles in—the kind that’s comfortable but also makes me want to stir shit up.
Time for some fun.
“Hey, babe.” I glance over at her.
“Yeah?” She doesn’t look up from her phone.
“Would you rather…” I pause, a grin creeping in as I carefully craft the most disturbing scenario possible. “Accidentally text a full-frontal nudie to my mom—wait, no! Changed my mind, my dad… or”— I bite back a laugh—“have to moan, in a real sexual way, every time you make eye contact with someone?”
Alley’s head snaps up. “Oh my God.” Laughter bursts out of her. “You cannot be serious.”
I furrow my brows. “I’m dead serious, babe. You know I love this game.”
She rubs her forehead, grinning. “Oh, God. I can’t with the moaning. I guess your dad’s getting a nudie.” She cringes.
“Really?” I’m actually a little shocked she chose that. “My dad?”
“Yeah, it’d be real weird for a minute, but we’d get over it... My turn.”
She pauses, thinking. Then her eyes light up. “Would you rather… never have to work another day in your life, or never be able to go down on me again, or anyone, for that matter, ever again?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Nope.” I glance over at her. “I fucking love your pussy, baby. I wouldn’t give that up for anything.”
A smile spreads across her face. “Ah, that’s so sweet… and honestly kind of disturbing—but very on brand for you.”
She leans across the console and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I smirk. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Would you give up sucking my dick to never work again?” I bite back a laugh, watching her reaction.
Her brows draw together as she bites her bottom lip, trying—and failing—to smother a laugh. “I… agh, God, I love my job, but…”
“What?!” I whip my head toward her, mock-offended. “You love your job? You don’t love my dick?”
She giggles. “No, of course I love your dick, babe. And I love what your dick does to me.”
I let out a dry laugh. “Wow. The truth comes out.” I glance down. “You hear that, Clark?”
“Babe! Come on.” She swats my arm. “Never having to work again? That’s hard to pass up. I mean… I’ll do anything else you want to make up for it.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Anal?”
