mine.
“Sorry baby, I just forget there’s two of us now. I’m used to cooking for one,” he adds, shrugging at the huge stack of pickle-laden sandwiches he’s made for the trip.
“Maybe we could just stop and grab a bite when we need to?” I offer, making him smile wider as he leans over to kiss me again.
“That sounds like a much better idea,” he whispers. “Maybe at a hotel?”
I feel my heart flutter as soon as he says it, the look in his eyes telling me just one thing, and it’s nothing to do with food.
My head starts nodding so hard it feels like it might fall off.
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” I purr, suddenly not hungry for sandwiches, only ravenous for that feeling. Starved for the sensation of the man in front of me between my legs again.
“How soon can we leave?” I squeak, suddenly so excited I forget my Dad, forget the suitcase. I can only see Noah now and I want us as far away from everything as soon as possible.
Just the two of us, so I can give myself to him. So he can claim me good and proper.
Feeling myself starting to squirm in my seat I wonder if I can even wait that long.
“We can leave as soon as you’re ready,” he says casually, taking a big bite of both my sandwich and his in one mouthful.
Oh, I’m ready, Noah. I’m ready.
Chapter Twelve
Noah
I can tell Faith’s cut up about bailing on her Dad, she just got back from college.
And where is he, I wonder. Hmmm.
I never had parents to worry about me, or me to worry about them. There was only one person who ever cared for me, and they’re the whole reason for this trip really.
Faith scratches a note for her Dad, which I deliberately avoid looking at. It’s kind of long for a note, more like a letter which she puts under her picture by the front door as we leave.
Her college bag is still unpacked so it’s a no-brainer to take it along.
She pulls the front door shut hearing the lock click, she takes my arm in hers as I walk her to my truck.
“No dirty laundry?” I ask jokingly, hoisting it into the back.
Her look of embarrassment corrects me and I pull her close, giving her a long, hard kiss.
“We’ll have plenty more dirty laundry before we’re through,” I growl softly to her, making her giggle.
I help her up into the cab and squeezing her thigh as I lean over, I show her how the belt works.
“You sure you want this?” I ask her, knowing her answer already, but more or less having a pinch myself moment, confirming to myself it is actually happening.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else,” she says dreamily, and I kiss her again, far too long and enough to make me forget about everything, except the feel of her body under mine.
“We should get going,” she says finally, and I nod, still wondering if there’s something she knows that I don’t. But she’s right.
I wanna get a few miles in before we stop, hopefully, get clear of the state line at least.
Pulling out from the old plantation house, out onto the dirt road that leads up to the highway, she doesn’t even look back.
“What would you do if I didn’t come with you?” she asks me, and without even looking over I can tell she has a mischievous grin on her face.
“That, I don’t even want to think about,” I honestly tell her, because I know if she didn’t come with me I really don’t know what I would’ve done.
Faith picks up on my mood and we stay quiet until we reach the highway a few miles up from her place.
The sight of a police cruiser with lights flashing coming in the opposite direction doesn’t bother me much, see ‘em all the time.
Been pulled over plenty of times so far, out of state plate’s means most cops always want to pull me over and just have a look to see what I’m up to.
But Faith seems to jump out of her skin, gasping and wriggling in her seat like she’s seen the devil himself coming right at us.
She pivots in her seat, looking behind us once we pass it, and starts to fidget nervously.
“What is it, Faith? Worried about your house so soon, do you wanna go back and see what’s wrong?” I ask her seriously, thinking she must be worried about