Page 8 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
“I hope so.” I smoothed my palm over his pecs.
“Hey Jules…”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we have time to use one of those condoms before the tow truck comes?”
“Definitely, beautiful.” He squeezed me into him and kissed me. “But I’m gonna need like ten minutes.”
Four
We spentthe next hour and a half using three condoms in three different positions before we collapsed naked, sweaty and exhausted, tangled in the blankets and gasping for breath.
“Wow,” I said.
“Wow,” he agreed.
“You know how some couples,” I propped my head up on my elbow to face him, “have great emotional chemistry, but the sex is trash or they have amazing sex but they have nothing to talk about?”
“I’ve heard of such couples, yes.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my nose. “Why?”
“I don’t think that will be us.”
“I know it won’t.” He grinned and smoothed a palm over my ass. “You’re perfect.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re perfect for me.”
“I think you’re perfect for me, too.”
His grip on my waist tightened and we kissed for a long time.
“I just had sex with thee, Nadirah Westin, outside, in the back of my truck.”
“Well, I just had sex with thee, Julian Harris, outside, in the back of your truck.” I hooked my leg around his waist and used it to pull him closer. He closed a hand around one of my breasts and kissed me again.
“We should get dressed, beautiful. The tow truck should be here soon.”
“Ugh. Do we have to?” I groaned. “Can we just live in this truck and become forest people?”
Julian let out a deep belly laugh. “Listen, if we miss this wedding, we wouldn’t have a choice. Going off the grid might be our only chance of staying alive.”
“You’re probably right.”
He retrieved a box of baby wipes from the truck box and we cleaned each other before getting dressed. It felt so natural. We were caring for each other, like we always have and I hoped we always would.
Julian and I stretched out on the blanket and in each other’s arms watching the clouds float across the sky as we waited for the tow truck. I was originally supposed to be at the resort by noon for a bridal party luncheon, but hopefully we could make in time for the rehearsal dinner at seven with a couple of hours to spare.
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“So what doyou want to do about the wedding?” Julian asked when we were about a half hour away from the resort. The tow truck was able to pull Julian’s pick up out of the mud. A nearby repair shop replaced the two tires and we were on our way. We could hear Wendy fussing in the background when we called Marcus to tell him about our unplanned delay.
“Well, I was hoping we could skip the wedding and spend all weekend in your room?”
“That sounds like a plan.” Julian smiled and reached for my hand. “But I meant, do you want to tell our families right away or keep this to ourselves for a while?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. How do you think our families will react?” I slid my palm over his and interlocked our fingers.
