Page 42 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“Yes,” I nodded. “You fly out in about three hours. I emailed you the info. A car will be here in two hours to pick you up and take you to the airport.”

“Whatever am I going to do for the next two hours?” She grinned at me and that was the signal I needed.

I reached for her hand with a smile and pulled her down onto my lap. “I have a few ideas.” I slipped a hand under her t-shirt and placed my hand on her warm belly.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “How about we go to the back room and you help distract me for a bit?”

I leaned forward and had kissed her lips softly. She tasted like toothpaste and a hint of the coffee she was drinking. “It would be my pleasure.”

I stood up and took her into my arms. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the back bedroom and it didn't take long before she was panting and crying out my name. I was determined to leave her with something to think about when she was lying in bed at night. I wanted her to think about what I did to her and get herself off while remembering the way I made her feel.

After round two, I rolled off of her and she grabbed her phone to check the time. “Shit, the car will be here in twenty minutes. I don't think that's enough time for a shower.” She propped herself up on her elbow. “I'm really going to miss you.”

I slid a hand up her thigh and leaned over to kiss her neck. “I'm going to miss you too.” I almost told her about Jamaica, but decided not to. I would surprise her with a trip like that when this mess was all done. By then she could probably really use some time away.

“I don't think you should shower. Then you can smell like me the whole plane ride.” The thought of her sitting among strangers, her pussy still dripping with my cum, was a total turn on. It was almost primal, like I was marking her so no one else touched her.

She closed her eyes and whimpered when I dragged my teeth along the soft skin of her neck. “I don't want to leave you and if I ask you to join me in the shower, I'm afraid I'll miss my flight all together.”

I reached out and cupped her breast, running the pad of my thumb over it until it was a tight peak begging for my mouth.

“Cane,” she protested weakly. “I really have to get ready.”

What a fucking buzz kill.

I sighed and rolled over onto my back. She jumped out of bed and went to the small bathroom off the tiny bedroom. “I know you have to go, and I get it, but I'm so bummed we're going to be apart. We just got together.”

She didn't say anything and I was afraid I'd pissed her off with my selfish comments. She came wearing her yoga pants and a bra. My cock stirred under the bed sheets despite the fact that I'd just come twice in the last hour. That woman would look good in a garbage bag.

She slipped on her favorite Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt and I couldn't help but smile. I would never get tired of seeing her in that shirt.

“I have to ask you something.” She was chewing on her bottom lip and I got nervous again.

“Are you going to sleep with other girls while I'm gone?” she asked, the words coming out of her mouth quickly.

I was speechless. I hadn't even thought about it and I wasn't sure how to answer her.

“I know we haven't had a chance to really figure this out and I understand if you can't go that long without sex. I don't know when I'll be back to LA or if you'll be able to visit or if you even want to.” She was looking down at her hands, rambling on nervously.

“I don't want any other girls, Lindsey. I think you wrecked me for them anyway,” I admitted before getting out of bed and slipping on my jeans.

“Can you wait for me?” She asked softly, her words almost a whisper.

“I do have some self-control, you know,” I snorted. “Besides, there's the phone and video chat. We can do stuff that way.”

She nodded, looking visibly relieved. “Please though, if at any time you don't think you can wait, please let me know. I don't want to find out from the press. Can you please at least do that for me?”

I walked over to her and cupped her face in my hand. “It's not going to happen, baby. But yes, I promise I won't cheat on you.” I leaned down to kiss her lips only to be interrupted by the sound of a car horn outside the bus. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers. “Fuck, that's your car. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she replied left my embrace to grab her purse. I put on my t-shirt and slipped on my boots.

She turned and gave me a hug. “What are you doing?” I asked, still trying to adjust my clothes so we could leave.

“Saying goodbye,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“I'm coming with you to the airport. You can say goodbye there.” I swatted her ass when the car honked its horn again. “Now get that pretty little ass out the door. I got your suitcase.”

She giggled and grabbed her laptop bag before heading towards the door. She looked over her shoulder at me.

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