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Looking at her now, knowing she was spread wide open, made my cock begin to chub up.

“Relax, baby. I think they’d have a problem if we were telling them we’d run off and gotten married, or if we were expecting a baby, and were like, surprise! I’ve talked about you so many times, and you’ve talked to my mom. Trust me, they want to meet you.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. You can ask me anything.”

“How many girls have you gone out with that, you know – are like, me.”

I stopped and looked at her. Now I understood why she was concerned. “What? That aren’t white? Counting you, one.”

“Have you told your parentsthatabout me?”

“It isn’t relevant, in the grand scheme. I love you. If my parents have a problem dealing with who I intend to spend the rest of my life with, it’ll end up being their loss. They’ll love you, though, so I’m really not worried.” I tossed two T-shirts in the suitcase on top of my jeans. “So, do you think your parents would have liked me, and approved of you dating me?”

“My mom absolutely would’ve loved you. My dad, not so much. Or I should say, he’d have liked you, but he wouldn’t have approved. Not because of any specific reason, except that no guy would ever be good enough for me, in his opinion.”

“That’s cool. I could’ve lived with that. I’d feel the same if I had a daughter. But I might’ve been able to change his mind when he saw how much I love and worship his baby girl.” I winked at her.

“Maybe. Tell me more about your parents.”

“They are both pretty old-fashioned. They both have really strong family values. My dad is retired from the military, but he still works, and my mom doesn’t work. Dad’s pretty strict and does a lot of things a certain way, his way.” We both laughed. “He’s my mom’s first love, but my mom’s his second wife. His first marriage lasted less than a year.”

“What do they do for fun?”

“They love to go dancing, and they travel a lot. They just got back from a fourteen-day trip to Italy.”

“Italy. That's my dream vacation spot. I hope they have pictures.”

“Knowing my mom, they have a ton of pictures. Believe it or not, they still go on date nights too.”

“That’s so sweet.”

I zipped and lifted my suitcase off my bed and set it on the floor. I turned and sat on the bed. “We can continue talking about my parents and anything else you wanttomorrow,while driving. Right now, it’s time to call it a night.”

Chapter 19

Jackie

I tossed and turned all night. I wasn’t surprised when the alarm went off at five AM. I wasn’t sure I’d even managed to fall asleep. My nerves were working overtime, despite Hunter’s best efforts to quell them.

Hunter rolled over toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back into bed with him. I was more than happy to lie there with my back against his chest and his arms holding me tight.

“I thought you wanted to get on the road by six?” I asked.

“I think if we leave at seven, we’ll be fine,” he said. His lips kissed across my shoulders and up my neck.

His hand traveled down across my stomach and continued over my mound until his fingers found my clit. I shuddered when he clasped me between his fingers and squeezed. He continued to slide his fingers, parting my lips, then positioned my leg so it was bent and raised, allowing him complete access to me. He always had access. I was his to do whatever he wanted with. He filled and stroked me while digging his fingers into my hips to hold me where he wanted me until I came apart. He quickly followed me over the edge.

We laid in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing each other. I’d have been happy to stay in bed the entire day. I glanced at the clock and saw it was six o’clock.

“We should get showered,” I said.

“Mmm, I know. Let me hold you for five more minutes, then we’ll move.”

We finally got up and began to get ready at six fifteen. After our shower, I made us each a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich, while Hunter put our things in the truck. We finally got on the road at seven.

We rode in silence, listening to the radio for quite a few miles. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to hearing country music. I didn’t like it. At least, I hadn’t heard anything that I liked so far. There was no changing the channel either, so I had to just deal with it. Then the next song changed everything. Hunter was singing along. He knew every word. He reached over and held my hand in his.

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