what you need.” Why is it that I can’t get enough of her, can’t give her enough in return?
“I need this,” she says, and her eyes are a deeper shade of blue when they open and lock with mine. Her heat pours through me, warming my blood, and my cock thickens even more.
“I need this, too,” I tell her and bite down on my tongue before I really spill all the shit stirring me up inside. As her muscles ripple with climax, they squeeze my orgasm from me, and I hold her still as I release inside her.
“Ohmigod,” she says. “I feel all of that.”
She sags when I stop throbbing and rests her forehead on mine. She stays on my lap, my cock still buried inside her. “I had no idea drive-in sex could be so much fun.”
I brush her mess of hair from her face. “Now you know.”
“We’ll have to come every Sunday night,” she says.
My heart skips a beat. I’d like nothing more than that, which really puts a kink into my future. I thought it would be so easy to get the family’s land back, thought it was a sure thing, but Alyson is turning out to be someone different. Heck, maybe a leopard really can change its spots.
A knock sounds on my window, and we both stiffen.
“Shit,” I say as Allison pulls off me and bends to get her pants off the floor. She hurries back into them, her damp hair a hot mess, tumbling down her shoulders and now covered in popcorn. God, she’s so adorable.
She jumps into the driver’s seat and reaches for her bag of cherries, trying to look nonchalant. She starts munching on them as I dispose of the condom, fix my pants, and roll my window down. I peer into the dark and groan when I find Tyler standing there, a stupid-ass grin on his all-knowing face.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Thought that was you guys. Not too many Teslas in Farmington.” He bends. “Hi, Alyson.”
“Hi, Tyler.”
“Enjoying Godzilla?” he asks, and when he snickers, I get that he’s really referring to my dick.
“Goodbye, Tyler.”
“Oh, hey, Alyson. The popcorn goes in your mouth, not in your hair.”
She touches her hair, and a groan of embarrassment crawls out of her throat.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to the movie. Oh, hey, bro. Got a twenty? I want to get some snacks.”
I reach into my wallet and hand over a twenty, and we both know it’s silence money. I roll the window up and turn to Alyson, who looks mortified.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Twenty bucks will shut him up.”
“What if he gets the wrong idea about us?”
I want to say, so what? So what if he does? So what if everyone does because maybe, just maybe I might want more with her? But I don’t say that. Instead, I make two fists and bump them together. “He’s seventeen. He gets exactly what this is.”
“Okay,” she says, relaxing a bit. She stares at the screen and continues to eat the cherries.
“Sorry about the mess,” I say and move the popcorn to the side with my foot.
She waves her hand. “It’s fine. I’ll vacuum it. Here, have some of mine.” She takes hers from the dash and hands it to me. I dig in and sit back, a new kind of contentment settling over me as I watch the movie. Every now and then I steal a glance at Alyson. Every now and then I find her looking back at me, a small smile on her face.
By the time the movie is over, all the snacks are gone. “That was fun,” she says, but then she frowns.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think I ate too much.” She puts her hand over her belly, and it grumbles loudly.
“There is only one thing to do about that.”
“Oh, and what might that be?”
“Very vigorious exercise,” I say with a wink.
Alyson grins. “How has this become my life?”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
She puts her hand on my lap, and her warmth seeps through me, curls around my heart. “It’s a good thing, Jay. It’s a really good thing.”
She’s right. It is a good thing, which begs the question, How am I ever going to let her go?
Chapter Seventeen
Alyson
With the farm opening up later on Mondays, I take my time preparing the animals for the day, and after a couple of love kisses from Barack, I head to Jay’s place. Nails being pounded into boards echo in the