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Road Trip Ch. 05 free porn video
‘Yo, Dr. Hammond!’
They both looked up at the shout of greeting that sounded through the open door of the RV. Eve smiled at him from where she was seated, slipping on her shoes.
‘Go on, I’ll catch up,’ she told him.
Will paused to study her delicate fingers buckling her sandals before giving her a smile and walking out to greet Hank. They had been friends since college, one of those comfortable friendships where no matter how much time passed they were able to pick up exactly where they left off.
He grinned broadly as he approached his friend, taking in the worn leather jacket, the longish silver hair tied back in a ponytail, the scuffed boots. Every bit of his appearance defined him as the Harley enthusiast he was. Will knew that for ten months of the year he went by Henry, a neatly dressed science teacher at a private high school. It was only during the summer that he let his hair grow in anticipation of the Sturgis rally.
They clasped hands and slapped each other on the back in a quick hug.
‘Good to see you,’ Hank said. ‘I was starting to get worried – I thought you’d be here last week.’
‘Yeah, we took a different route than I originally planned – we drove through the South and stopped at the Grand Canyon,’ Will told him.
‘We?’ Hank repeated.
Will turned to the RV and Hank followed his gaze in time to see Eve step out. She was wearing jeans that hugged her curves and a black t-shirt with a teddy bear on a motorcycle that said ‘Born to be Mild.’ She paused to lock the door behind her and bent over to pick up Maggie’s leash, scratching the dog between her ears and giving the men an enticing view of her shape.
Feeling an absurd kind of pride at the sight of her, Will smiled happily, glancing at Hank in time to see his shocked, appreciative expression. He met Will’s eyes with a knowing look.
‘Damn,’ Hank muttered. ‘I’m amazed you made it at all.’
Eve straightened up and looked around, her face brightening when she saw Will. She broke into laughter as Maggie energetically raced toward him, dragging Eve behind her. Her cheeks were rosy with a healthy glow when she reached them.
‘Hi,’ she said, giggling.
‘This is Eve,’ Will told Hank, placing a hand on her back. ‘And Maggie,’ he added as the dog jumped toward him. ‘This is Hank,’ he said to Eve.
‘Nice to meet you,’ she said cheerfully.
‘You, too,’ Hank said, grinning.
They strolled through the campground toward the rally site, perusing the various booths before stopping to eat lunch. Eve spotted a tattoo booth and thrust Maggie’s leash into Will’s hand, darting inside. Will chuckled at Hank’s look of astonishment.
‘She’s got ink?’ Hank asked. ‘Where?’ he added, looking Eve over carefully.
Will instinctively shot him an angry look and Hank took a step back with his hands raised in surrender.
‘Okay, man, you don’t have to tell me,’ he said, obviously smothering a laugh.
‘Sorry,’ Will muttered sheepishly.
‘How’d this happen, anyway?’ Hank asked.
‘We ran into each other shortly after I got on the road,’ Will said, looking at Eve before turning to his friend. ‘She was…one of my advisees. Almost ten years ago,’ he added defensively.
Hank smiled reassuringly. ‘Nothing wrong with that. Sounds like she’s just what you need while you’re sorting out the whole mess.’
Will made a noncommittal sound, his gaze dropping to the ground. His goal for his road trip had changed since Eve joined him. He had hoped to end the summer with a clearer head, prepared to face Barb and the painful process of ending their marriage. Instead his brain felt just as much, if not more, muddled. He didn’t really care about seeing Barb again, and he certainly didn’t want to say goodbye to Eve. The voice of reason was telling him it could never work between them – she’d said herself that it was just about having fun, after all. Despite recognizing the wisdom in that, he deliberately ignored it, unwilling to think about the future. A future that they were rapidly headed toward, speeding down the highway back to a reality that he didn’t want to face.
He met Hank’s eyes and saw his friend looking at him with concern.
‘Or maybe she’s more than that,’ Hank said quietly.
Will sighed, nodding as he looked into the booth where Eve was flipping through a book of tattoo pictures.
‘I – I’m just crazy about her,’ he said hesitantly, feeling both resigned and elated.
Hank nodded and dropped a hand on Will’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. They both grinned when Eve joined them again.
‘Decide what you’re getting?’ Hank asked.
‘No,’ she said. ‘I’d love to get something to commemorate the road trip, but I have to figure out what that should be.’
She looked up at Will teasingly.
‘You should get one, Doc,’ she said innocently.
‘Right,’ he laughed, grabbing her hand impulsively.
—
Eve looked up from her lawn chair in front of the RV when Maggie’s tail began thumping against her leg. She shaded her eyes and smiled at Hank as he ambled toward her. She had been apprehensive about meeting him, worried about what he might think of the age difference between her and Will. It was something that never occurred to her until some part of their other lives – of the real world – entered the cocoon of their relationship. Hank had put her at ease right away. Despite his immense frame and booming voice, she could tell he was kind. More importantly, he held Will in high regard, which she could appreciate.
She chuckled as Maggie strained at her leash to reach Hank.
‘She’s a fan of yours already,’ Eve remarked.
Hank dropped to his knees, letting Maggie smother him with kisses.
‘That’s because I carry bacon in my pockets at all times, isn’t that right, girl,’ he murmured, laughing. ‘She’s great,’ he told Eve.
‘Yeah, I got lucky,’ she said, smiling.
‘So where’s the old man?’ Hank winked at her. ‘I thought we could stop by my camp on the way to the concert so I can show off my girl.’
‘Your girl?’ Eve repeated, confused. ‘Oh – your bike?’
‘That’s right, darlin’,’ Hank said in an affected drawl, making her giggle.
‘This redneck’s not bothering you, is he?’ Will said, stepping out of the RV.
‘No, he’s a perfect gentleman,’ Eve assured him. ‘Ready?’
He placed a hand on her arm, looking mildly concerned, and she shivered at his touch.
‘Almost – let me get you a sweater or something just in case,’ he said.
‘I can get it,’ she told him, but he was already kissing her forehead and going back inside.
Eve watched the spot where he’d disappeared into the motor home affectionately, a dreamy smile on her lips. She turned to Hank to see him looking amused. Blushing, she busied herself straightening her clothes until Will returned. Hank took Maggie’s leash and let himself get dragged ahead, laughing, and Will took Eve’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
Once at Hank’s campsite, Will stepped up to his friend’s bike with a look of awe. Eve couldn’t follow any of what they were saying about the bike’s features or the work Hank had done on it and was looking around distractedly when she heard Will give a satisfied sigh. Turning, she saw he had gotten on the bike, grabbing the handlebars, his long legs straddling the powerful machine. He looked up and despite his dark sunglasses Eve knew he was looking into her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and a deep ache began in her stomach.
She remained frozen in place, barely aware when Hank walked up next to her. She spoke without moving her eyes from Will.
‘Hank,’ she said in a low voice.
‘Yeah?’
‘Do you think you’d let us borrow your bike for the day sometime before we leave?’ She swallowed, her throat very dry.
She vaguely registered Hank looking at her and
grinning, knowing her expression was not subtle in the least, but she didn’t care.
‘Of course,’ Hank said. He headed back to Will, chuckling. ‘That lucky son of a bitch,’ he muttered under his breath.
—
The ride to the Badlands took a couple of hours, the wind whipping around them, Eve’s arms locked around him with each twist and turn of the road. Will felt younger than ever, drunk with happiness. They had gotten a ridiculously early start and it was as if the rising sun was traveling with them, chasing them. Or maybe they were chasing the bright orb, the growing light drifting and gliding along the beautiful landscape around them. He stopped impulsively at a viewing area off the road, wanting to soak in the moment.
He got off the bike in time to see Eve remove her helmet, automatically shaking her head. Her hair flowed down around her, the sunlight dancing in the dark tresses. His heart thumped loudly at the sight of her. She smiled brightly at him, her cheeks flushed, breathing heavily with excitement.
‘That was fucking awesome,’ she declared, bringing him out of his trance.
Will laughed in agreement.
‘Come on,’ he said, opening one of the panniers. ‘Let’s eat.’
He took out a thermos of coffee and a container of food while Eve reached around him to pick up a blanket. They nestled the blanket against a large rock for cushioning and leaned against it.
‘I have never seen anything this beautiful,’ she said in an awed voice.
‘I know what you mean,’ he replied, staring at her instead of the view.
—
Eve turned to see him watching her, startled momentarily until his meaning registered. He stroked her cheek gently.
‘It’s breathtaking,’ he murmured.
She blushed self-consciously, the heat in her cheeks quickly spreading down her body and turning into something else. He smiled, trailing his hand down her face. She caught it before he drew away, covering it with her own. She leaned in, holding his eyes while her lips searched for his, needing to feel him, taste him, crawl inside him.
Something changed that night in Savannah. They’d grown closer, talking almost desperately, trying to learn as much as they could about the other. They only thing they didn’t discuss was the future, their future. Even knowing that future was unavoidable, she was helpless against the pull of him, had already fallen so deep almost from the start. It had taken all her resolve that night to not tell him how she felt, and since then it had become an almost physical pain to keep the words inside.
She didn’t know when, exactly, she had fallen in love with him. Maybe because she couldn’t remember a time before him. Couldn’t remember a time when his lips weren’t against hers like they were now, caressing and teasing, drawing her in. A time when she couldn’t feel the hard lines of his body meld against hers, his muscular arms surrounding her, making her feel positively cherished with just his touch.
Her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, needing more. He inhaled sharply and she met his eyes to find surprise and uncertainty fighting with desire. She grinned, nipping at his neck.
‘Eve -‘ he said weakly.
She pushed his shirt open, her fingers dipping eagerly into the ridges and planes of his chest and stomach.
‘I need you,’ she whispered against his lips.
‘Here?’ he said in a quavering voice.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, undoing his jeans.
His head fell back as her hands slid into his boxers, pleased to find him hard and ready.
‘God,’ he groaned as he succumbed, reaching for her pants.
They struggled with her clothes, pulling and tugging, ending up flat on the ground with the dirt flying up around them. Eve kicked off her shoes and he whipped her jeans and panties off her legs, a low growl coming out of his throat when her lower half was naked. She launched herself to him, shoving his jeans down his legs and pushing him back against the rock, straddling his lap.
‘Pull the blanket around me,’ she said fiercely, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
She felt him grabbing for the blanket while she attacked his mouth, eventually enveloping her in the scratchy fabric.
‘Take off my shirt,’ she demanded, breaking their kiss.
He shoved her t-shirt up roughly, just enough to hook the neckline around her neck, her arms still in the sleeves. His hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her painfully. She deftly flicked the front of her bra, releasing the clasp and letting it fall open. Arching her back, she presented her breasts to him and he quickly dove into her chest, licking and sucking before taking a nipple between his teeth.
‘Yes,’ she hissed, her hands fisting in his hair.
She bucked urgently against him, feeling her moisture dampening his crotch. Propping herself up on his shoulders, she lowered onto him, hard and strong and pulsing. A low moan erupted from her lips, deep and throbbing, making her chest vibrate against him. She rotated her hips in a slow circle, making him gasp and whimper into her breasts.
‘Bite me,’ she whispered desperately, her head falling back.
His teeth clamped onto her nipple, biting her harder than he ever had. It was a delicious pain, shooting through her, her nipples somehow hard-wired to her clitoris. The hurt ebbed and flowed and she had to stop herself from pushing him away, knowing the torment would soon become a blazing, intense heat of pleasure. Her shoulders hunched forward with each shocking twinge of his attack, her chest arching into him when rewarded with the searing relief of fiery charges traveling through her body.
She kept circling her hips until the telltale fluttering began inside her, compressing into a tiny ball deep in her womb in what she recognized as the moments before it would burst apart and overpower her. Clutching his arms, she began riding him, feeling his hands slide up her back to hook around her shoulders, helping her movements. All while his teeth were still latched, still biting, still coaxing her release. Still reaching some place inside her she didn’t even know was there. Touching it through her skin, tickling it with his tongue, stoking the fire with just his touch, his moans – just him.
‘Come – with – me,’ she whimpered.
She tried to hold off, thinking he wasn’t anywhere near climax, but his body seemed to respond instantly to her demand. He groaned, a magnificent, throaty groan. A groan that reverberated around her breast, causing sparks to ravage her as if his mouth were breathing fire. He pulsed inside her where her inner muscles were contracting around him, battling against each other in what was only a fight to get closer, to get more. More of this, more of him.
He cried out against her breast in what sounded like a sob of relief and she felt the flood of liquid. She threw her head back brazenly, smiling wildly as she came, shrieking and shuddering, her vision blurring as tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Gloriously satisfied, deliriously happy, she slumped into him, curling up in his lap. Their chests heaved against each other, bringing about small aftershocks and she grabbed his chest, just trying to hang on.
His fingers tangled in her hair, his thumbs finding her jaw and tilting her head up for a lingering kiss. Her eyes fluttered open slowly to focus on him, looking at her in dazed wonder. She smiled slowly, tickling his beard as they stared at each other for a long moment.
‘You’re amazing,’ he whispered.
She grinned and he smiled tenderly in reply. He gently tucked her head into his chest, stroking her hair. Letting out a long sigh, she snuggled into him, concentrating on nothing but the reassuring warmth of his chest as it moved against her cheek. She was close to dozing off when the words drifted over them in a soft whisper.
‘I love you.’
—
He had expected to be shocked.
Had e
xpected to feel fear or panic when he said it. He had been thinking the words for weeks, of course. Swallowing them each of the numerous times they’d hovered on his lips. Knowing at some point he wouldn’t be able to prevent them from darting out and then they would be out there, hanging between them. Forcing them to face the inevitable. He had desperately wanted to avoid it. Not because the words weren’t true, they felt like the truest thing he’d ever experienced. He just couldn’t face what her response – or lack thereof – might be, the ensuing conversation with a capital C it would likely bring about. The confirmation that this was nothing more than what it had been – a glorious summer together that would end.
Instead he felt sedate and calm, a satisfying peace wash over him. Maybe it was enough. For right now, for their brief time together, it was true, and maybe that was enough. It was going to feel like ten thousand daggers in his chest when he said goodbye to her anyway, telling her he loved her wasn’t going to change that. Maybe it would actually help with closure at some point. He easily ignored the wonderings and maybes and just tightened his arms around her, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair that smelled like springtime.
‘Don’t say anything,’ he whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head. ‘Just know it’s true.’
—
She was quite sure she had lost the ability to speak forever, so it was easy to comply with his request. Her eyes had flown open in astonishment and had remained wide open as those three powerful words, spoken in the deep, breathy whisper of the man she loved, resonated in her head, in her heart, in her entire body, every goddamn cell.
There was a flash of doubt, less than a millisecond of fear that instantly disappeared. Of course he meant it. He would never say it otherwise, would never lie to her. She knew that unequivocally. She knew there would be heartache coming, but surprisingly didn’t concern herself with that prospect. Just savored the words and the truth behind them.
He loves me.
—
He was caressing her foot as she leaned back to zip up her jeans, his long fingers tracing the anchor tattoo, his brow wrinkled. She smiled fondly.
‘We worked it out,’ she said softly.
He looked up, momentarily confused. Glancing at the tattoo, he gave her a bemused smile.
‘How did you know what I was thinking?’ he teased.
She shrugged.
‘So, things were okay with you – before he passed away?’ he asked hesitantly.
‘Yeah.’ She smiled at him. ‘He chilled out a lot once he retired. He was kind of forced into it by his company so it was earlier than he wanted. It might have given him some perspective, I’m not sure. But he was – different. Our relationship became different. There was never any big heart to heart or anything – he wasn’t that kind of guy,’ she added, grinning.
Will nodded, closing his hand around her foot comfortingly.
‘But, he would make comments…say cryptic things, and I read between the lines. Things were good with us,’ she said.
‘Good,’ Will said meaningfully, looking pleased.
She watched him scramble around for her shoes, giggling at the sight of them far from where they had made love, remembering how she had flung them off her feet in her passion. He grinned playfully at her, surely thinking the same thing. He slipped her feet into them, planted a kiss on her forehead, then stood up and held out his hands to help her up. They stood for a long moment staring at each other, her chest tight, the words she wanted to say rushing to her lips as if propelled by a tidal wave.
‘Will,’ she said, hearing both the longing and uncertainty in her voice.
He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head and she swallowed a sigh. Was he afraid of what she would say? Or trying to protect her by not letting her say it? She squeezed his hands.
‘I do,’ she said simply, making the words sound as meaningful as she could, feeling like they were wholly inadequate yet somehow fitting.
His eyes widened slightly before crinkling as his face broke into a brilliant smile. She smiled back in relief. Maybe he could read her mind as well. He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles.
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