Page 48 of Southern Comfort
“Please. Not interested in any hoochie that isn’t coming from your coochi.”
As the slow song ends, a different faster beat begins. The opening notes make the crowd come alive. Everyone but Landon and I, who are more than content to stay in our dream. Never knew you could dance slow to “Happy”. We are. He keeps a hold around my waist, resting his forehead on mine. For a while we stay in the afterglow of our commitment. Just a while. Then his cock reminds me to pay attention. I press against him and grin.
“Wanna get out of here?”
I don’t think it’s a question.
“I booked a room at Tru. Just on the off chance we’d be able to use it.”
“The plans have changed. Hunter let me know an hour ago he isn’t going to be home tonight.”
“And you waited to tell me? A man could die, you know.”
“Let me save you then. I’d hate to have your death on my hands.”
He is amused and lifts his chin.
“Remind me to send Hunter a thank you.”
“But why should you spend the money on a hotel room when we can just go to my house?”
“Really?”
“Really. You have enough expenses. Let’s go back to the scene of the crime and tear the place up.”
“God, I love you.”
There is a pause on both our parts. Did he just say he loved me? Or was it simply an automatic response? I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. He is just as stunned at his own remark. That’s what that frozen look is about.
Nothing like denial to get a person past an awkward moment. Taking my hand, he leads me off the dance floor. The bride and groom are getting their groove on, but Landon interrupts to say our goodbyes.
“Hey you two, what a party! It has been great. Thank you.”
“Are you leaving already?” Dominique says, throwing her arm around her husband’s neck.
“It was the best party I have been to,” I add. “Really fantastic, you guys.”
“It’s ten o’clock, baby. Let them go play. That’s what we are going to do soon,” Colter says, checking his watch.
She kisses his cheek. “You’re right. Thank you for coming!” Then to her new husband, “Let’s say our goodbyes, too. There’s a honeymoon to start.”
There should be some sort of law, or unspoken rule, that when leaving a party, you don’t have to say goodbye to anyone otherthan the hosts. It took us twenty precious minutes that we could have spent in bed. Oh no. I sound like Landon.
He is influencing me. I thought it was me making a change in him. It would be funny if it didn’t make me a grump in training. I blame my sex obsessed self. Sunny self needed a break.
Landon turns into my driveway and shuts off the car. My hand goes to his cock, because like the mountain it’s there. Taking him in a solid grip, my eyes dare him to stop me.
“Mine.”
He pulls my hair back and holds tight. I cannot drop my chin. Love it. He couldn’t get me hotter.
“I can hardly wait to fuck you sore.”
I spoke too soon. I’m going to need something to wipe this seat off.
“What are you waiting for?” My challenge is accepted.
We make it out of the car without ripping our clothes off. If it wasn’t against the laws of decency we would have. Up the path. I fumble with the key and Landon slaps my ass.
