I bought him when he refused to let me buy him a mansion. I instantly regretted it since he fell in love with the car and has contemplated marrying it instead. From the driver’s seat, I begin backing out of the garage as Jackson pulls the dress free.
“We’re both in agreement that this dress isn’t going to fool anyone, right?” Jackson asks.
“Totally. I just really wanted to see you in a dress. Oh! And did you realize we just left your mom and sister in our house and your mom is literally the nosiest person ever?”
He shrugs. “I’m sure she’s leaving.”
“And I left the door to our sex dungeon wide open, oh and my gun shrine.”
I feel like I would be considered the worst person in the entire world if anyone realized how much I love the look of horror on his face. “Oh, good god. Shit. Pull back up,” he says as he grabs for the door.
“I can’t! I can’t stop the car, Jackson!” I dramatically say as I press on the accelerator and zoom out onto the street, narrowly missing the mailbox. “Jackson! Jackson, your car won’t stop! I told you it’s jealous! It saw you in that sweet, sweet dress and it wants to muffler you.”
“What the fuck is ‘mufflering’ me?” he asks, like he’s not already up on the car dirty talk.
“You tell me!”
“My god, if my mom sees the basement, I’m going to go burn down the fence where we met.”
I gasp as I turn to him. “Traitor! So you believe the car over me? Damn you, Tex, damn you!”
“Who is Tex?”
“The car, who else?”
“I give up.”
“Aw, baby. No, please don’t give up. I’m the one who’s sad. What will make you feel better? A little nipple pinch?” I ask since he’s currently undressing.
“No!” he says as he cups his nipples, which really just makes him look ridiculous, especially when the dress is hanging off his thighs. I spare a moment at a stoplight to snap a photo that I will later send to Henry when I’m not driving.
“No! Give me the phone,” he says as he grabs for me.
“You should never, ever interrupt a driver while they’re driving.”
“You should never take horrible pictures while driving.”
“It was an accident. Don’t get sassy with me when I took the picture by accident,” I say as I tuck my phone between my legs. “I love you.”
“What, is your confession of love supposed to make me forget that you left our sex dungeon door open? That you dressed me up as a woman just before my mom stopped by? That you took a picture of me… me…”
“Fondling your nipples?” I helpfully supply.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Smothered by love. I can’t think of a better way to go, if I’m being honest.”
“Please be less honest.”
“Okay! I can totally do that too. Instead of telling you stuff, I’ll respond by tying people up. And your mother is way at the top of my list,” I say as he finishes getting dressed. I have to admit that he looks nowhere near as beautiful as he did in the dress, but to each their own.
I park on the street opposite the park and turn to Jackson. “Are we sticking together or separating? I honestly think we should separate and then come together if there’s something suspicious. But I know you can’t get enough of me and never want to let me out of your sight.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt and would rather be there to jump in front of a bullet for you.”
I give him a huge smile because I know he would. This man would jump in front of anything for me, but that is never allowed to happen. “I know you would, but I don’t want you to, so maybe we should play it safe and stay separated. You stay in the car, I’ll go out yonder. I would assume if the man were carrying anything, he would have pulled it on one of the girls who got away when the boys came around, right?”
“I still want to stick together. I know we won’t cover as much, but I’d rather be safe than sorry,” he says.
“Alright, fine. We shall be joined at the hip. Maybe I can even show you how to climb a fence at one point.”
He ignores me so I snatch up my binoculars, pat my guns—in case they considered running off—and head into the park. It’s a rather small park, which is