Page 9 of With You

“Insults, no, curse words. No! Curse word insults!” I bounced in my seat, ready to show off my skills. Insult creativity was one of my many talents.

“Asshole.”

“Are you calling me one or is that your pick?” I glanced over at her and was pleased to see a small smile on her lips.

“Both, your turn.”

“Ha! Okay, bi-bastard,” I finished when she cut her eyes at me.

“Nice save. Cock burger.”

“Dick cheese.”

“Effing dickweed,” she squinted, knowing that it was a long shot.

“I’ll give you that one because I’m nice. Fuck nugget.”

“God damn piss wizard.”

“Good one. British?”

“Yeah, we had a couple of Royals stationed with us for a while.” I could tell she was really getting into the game, now. It felt good to play around with her again after all these years.

“Ho face bitchtits.”

We stayed with the category until we got to the letter O and we were both stumped. After a few more rounds, we moved on to guessing the songs on the radio. Sam’s laughter warmed every inch of me the whole way.

* * *

The hotel where we were staying wasn’t all that bad, considering it was the closest we could find to Thompson’s ranch. Unfortunately, it was also under construction and their available rooms were seriously limited.

“You’re sure you’re okay with us staying in the same room?” I asked Sam for the third or fourth time. Her posture had stiffened the second the manager informed us of our predicament, share a room or drive another seventy miles out of our way to the nearest hotel.

“Of course,” her words were squeaked out much higher than her usual tone of voice and now I was nervous because she was nervous. She slid the keycard into the lock and when the lights turned green, she shoved the handle down with more force than necessary.

“Fuck,” I said when the door closed behind me. The room was nice enough, it looked clean and the furniture and bedding didn’t look old or stained, which was a plus. The room wasn’t really a problem, the one bed was a problem. A fact that the manager had neglected to tell us.

My palms tingled, growing sweaty as I was thrown into memories of the last time Sam and I had shared a room with only one bed. Do not think about her naked, I spoke to both myself and my cock that was working its way toward a full chub.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” I said quickly, trying to be a gentleman while thinking there was no way in hell this would work. Maybe I could sleep in the car?

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure we’ve both slept in worse.” She sat her bag down on the bed and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Okayyyy, this was happening. I was going to be staying in a hotel room, with only one bed—with Sam. No big deal.

4

SAM

The easiness of the ride here was long gone.

One bed. One freaking bed. How? How in all of Texas, in all my assignments, of all the people I could be partnered with, was I stuck with one bed in the only hotel for one hundred miles with the man who took my virginity? It was like I was stuck in one of those romance books that Lily and Benji had gotten me addicted to.

Only this wasn’t a book, it was my life and tonight when we returned to that room, I’d once again be faced with the awkward situation of sharing a bed with Roe. The man that I still thought about when I pulled out my trusty vibrator on sleepless nights.

Roe cleared his throat and it echoed around the small interior of the rental car. “How do you want to do this?”

I jerked my gaze away from endless flat ranchland. Both of his hands were firmly on the wheel, fingers clutching the leather tightly as his eyes stayed forward. Shit, did he really want to talk about this now?