Road Trip
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Road Trip Ch. 02 free porn video
Will wandered through the parking lot with his coffee. He’d been out of bed and ready for the day very early, much earlier than was his habit. Not surprising after such a restless night. He’d walked the neighborhood surrounding the hotel until he found a coffee shop and was now wondering how to fill his time before Eve woke up. A friendly bark caught his attention.
Maggie was running toward him, her long leash trailing behind her. He saw Eve sitting at a picnic table at what appeared to be the hotel staff’s smoking area. There were three young men relaxing on their smoke breaks, and Will was surprised to see Eve holding a cigarette. He crouched down to greet Maggie and the two of them walked over to join her.
Eve smashed her cigarette in the ashtray as Will approached. The hotel employees took their leave, wishing her a pleasant morning, and she gave them a smile and wave.
‘Making friends?’ Will teased, sitting down and taking in the sight of her.
Her hair was still damp and pulled back in a messy knot, a few soft strands spilling out and draped along her graceful neck. She wore a black t-shirt with a picture of a bespectacled woman and the words ‘Reading is sexy.’ He pulled his gaze away from the fabric pulled taut across her breasts, silently agreeing with the message. She was taking a sip of her coffee and smiled at him over the lid. There was the slight redness of fatigue around her eyes.
‘You got an early start,’ she remarked.
‘You, too,’ he said. ‘Did you sleep okay?’
She shrugged. ‘I was up late. Insomnia,’ she explained.
He gave her a concerned look.
‘I’m used to it,’ she said with a smile. ‘Hungry?’
Yes, he thought, glancing at her chest again, instantly feeling guilty about his lewd thoughts. He forced a smile and nodded.
‘Those guys told me about a good diner,’ she said with a nod toward the men who had just left. Resting her hand lightly on her pack of cigarettes, she looked at him awkwardly. ‘Do you mind?’
‘Oh – no,’ he said quickly.
‘It’s a bad habit, I know,’ she said, lighting a cigarette. ‘There’s just nothing like a good cup of coffee and a cigarette in the morning.’
‘Yeah,’ he replied, watching her small fingers deftly handling the lighter and cigarette. He gave himself a mental shake. ‘Actually, I think I’ll join you, if you don’t mind?’
She blinked in shock. ‘Dr. Hammond, you smoke?’ she teased.
‘Nothing but cigars for years,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘But I remember the morning coffee-cigarette buzz fondly. And hell, why not, right?’
She snickered and pushed the pack toward him.
‘If you’re on vacation, it doesn’t count,’ she quipped.
It was a pleasant day, early enough in the morning that the summer heat was not yet oppressive. They took their time over their coffee, chatting about nothing in particular. When Eve reached for a final cigarette and looked for her lighter, Will realized he’d put it in his pocket out of habit. He leaned over the table to light it for her and she rested her fingers lightly on his hand, her eyes darting up to meet his as she inhaled.
The smoke drifted up around her face, making her look mysterious and exotic as she blinked slowly and sat back. He couldn’t look away from her eyes, today a deep grey, and it was a few moments before he realized he was still holding the lighter. He flicked it shut and placed it on the table in front of her, trying to recover from the palpable shock that ran through him when she touched him. Watching her full lips take a drag, he came to a decision. Maybe the decision came to him. Maybe there wasn’t a decision to be made at all. But at some point today, he didn’t know when, he was going to kiss her.
—
They spent the morning exploring the campus at Notre Dame, and after a light lunch, they discovered a bookstore where they passed time browsing before sitting in the comfortable chairs and reading. Will wasn’t able to concentrate on his book, his eyes repeatedly drawn to where she sat nearby with her legs tucked up under her, mindlessly twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she read. They decided to take Maggie to the dog park, have an early dinner, and get back on the road.
There wasn’t a discussion about him joining her in Chicago, Will realized as he tidied up the RV. It was as if it were natural that they were now on this adventure together. What would happen after Chicago – well, he didn’t know. He pushed the thought aside as he caught a glimpse of Eve walking across the parking lot.
She had just checked out of the hotel and was carrying her things to the RV. Will jumped out to help her with her bags and turned swiftly to the door to open it for her. He immediately felt a shooting pain go up his back to his neck. He dropped her bag and cursed, the RV door slamming shut.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked, rushing to him.
He sucked in a breath.
‘My back,’ he said in frustration. ‘It’s a pinched nerve or something that acts up sometimes. Shit.’
‘Here,’ she said, slipping under his arm so he could lean on her.
She helped him inside and went back for her things, trying to calm Maggie who was darting around.
‘Do you need a doctor?’ she asked.
‘No, it’ll go away soon enough,’ he said, pressing a hand to his lower back.
He avoided her gaze, embarrassed to be showing his age in such a manner. You’re not going to be kissing her now, old fool, he told himself in disgust.
‘What can I do? Ice? Heating pad?’
He pointed to a kitchen cupboard. ‘I have muscle relaxers in there, if you don’t mind.’
She got him the pills and water, hovering over him. He glanced up to see her worried expression.
‘It’ll be fine,’ he assured her. ‘The hazards that come with traveling with an old man,’ he tried to joke.
She shot him an angry look. ‘You’re not an old man.’
He sighed. ‘Eve – I’m sorry, I’m not going to be able to drive tonight. Even if I hadn’t just taken muscle relaxers, I wouldn’t -‘
‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said, still looking concerned.
‘I can tell you how to unhitch your car so you can go,’ he said, gingerly reclining in his seat.
‘I’m not going to leave you alone like this,’ she said vehemently.
‘But -‘
‘Oh, zip it,’ she told him. ‘I’m not leaving. Do you want me to help you get into bed?’
‘I can walk,’ he said. ‘No need to play nurse to your geriatric patient,’ he teased.
‘Will,’ she said sharply.
He looked up in surprise.
‘Please stop that,’ she said quietly, focusing on her hands. ‘I don’t see you that way.’
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Sorry.’
‘No problem,’ she said briskly. ‘You should probably lie down.’
‘But Eve -‘ he stopped, his medication already making his head a little fuzzy. ‘Where are you going to sleep?’
‘I’ll check back in to the hotel,’ she said with a shrug. ‘Though I don’t like leaving you alone.’
Will wasn’t sure if he would have made the offer had he not been medicated, but he spoke without hesitation.
‘This converts to a bed,’ he said, tapping the booth of the kitchen table. ‘It’s probably not as comfortable -‘
‘It’ll be fine,’ she interrupted, taking his arm. ‘Come on.’
‘But -‘
‘Hush,’ she admonished, helping him up. ‘Which one’s your room?’
He led her to his bedroom and allowed her to open the door. It was small, the queen-size bed taking up most of the space. He kept it neat out of habit and was now glad for it as he watched her take in the room. Withdrawing his arm from her hand, he moved to the bed and reclined against the headboard. She efficiently plumped some pillows and gently placed them behind his back and head.
‘There’s extra blankets in there,’ he said, pointing to the closet.
‘Oh, my God,’ she said, sounding exasperated and amused. ‘Don’t worry about me. What else do you need?’
He s
hook his head, his vision blurring slightly. He didn’t notice her leave and return until she placed a bottle of water on his nightstand along with the bottle of pills. Instinctively he reached for her hand.
‘Stay,’ he mumbled.
‘What?’
Her shocked exclamation brought him out of his medicated haze.
—
Stay? She froze in place.
‘Oh – sorry,’ he said, his eyes wide. ‘I didn’t mean anything by it – I just…I’d like your company.’
‘Okay,’ she said, feeling breathless.
Eve looked around the room. There wasn’t anywhere else to sit but beside him. She spied a TV on the opposite wall and turned it on as she walked around the bed, climbing up next to him.
‘Sorry, Eve,’ he muttered.
‘If you apologize one more time I am going to smother you with a pillow,’ she told him.
The calmness of her threat seemed to surprise him and he burst out laughing, wincing as the movement aggravated his back.
‘Serves you right,’ she murmured with a smirk, flipping through the TV channels.
She found an old movie and tossed the remote on the bed between them. Looking at Will, she saw he had leaned his head back and had his eyes closed.
‘That stuff works fast,’ she mused, sure he was still awake.
This was confirmed when he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. Turning toward him, she rested her head on her arm.
‘I wonder…what kind of secrets could I get you to divulge in this state?’ she asked teasingly.
‘I am…a…vault,’ he said slowly.
She snickered and he opened an eye to look at her.
‘What secrets did you want to know?’ he inquired, opening his other eye.
Eve drew back slightly, shaken by his steady gaze.
‘I – I don’t know,’ she stammered. ‘I didn’t have time to prepare,’ she added, grinning.
Her smile faded when he continued to look into her eyes. Their look dragged on until it should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. Despite the initial urge to look away, she found herself drawn into his stare. The moment expanded and then contracted, the room fading away into the distance.
‘You’re just – beautiful,’ he murmured.
There was a pause while she let his words sink in.
‘What?’ she whispered.
‘You are absolutely beautiful,’ he repeated.
‘You…are high,’ she responded, still in shock.
‘Maybe,’ he agreed, his eyes not moving from hers. ‘But that doesn’t mean it’s not true.’
‘Dr. Hammond,’ she said quietly in protest.
‘It’s Will,’ he reminded her, breaking eye contact to adjust himself on the bed, grimacing as he did so.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
‘Fine,’ he said softly, closing his eyes.
Eve busied herself with fixing the pillows. Hearing him call her beautiful – twice – was overwhelming, her heart jumping into her throat at the words. The reality that he was likely stoned out of his mind when he said it made her stomach take a twisting dive toward the floor. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sudden threat of tears.
‘Eve?’
Her hands stilled immediately and she drew back to look at him. He opened his eyes slowly and took a second to focus on her.
‘I meant what I said. It’s not because I’m drugged,’ he said, his voice rich and clear. ‘You are beautiful. Maybe you’ll believe me if I tell you I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I saw you at that gas station – that was well before I was medicated.’
She gave a small gasp.
‘Will -‘
‘It’s okay. I probably wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t high,’ he said with an attempt at a laugh. ‘But it’s still true.’ He shifted, trying to face her. ‘Not exactly an exciting road trip for you – taking care of a drugged old fool blathering on, huh?’ he joked.
She pressed her lips together, her brow furrowed in shock and confusion and frustration. It was a while before she finally spoke.
‘I thought we agreed you weren’t going to refer to yourself as old,’ she said quietly.
‘Right,’ he said in a tight voice.
‘And you’re not a fool,’ she went on in a small voice, fiddling with the remote. ‘What you said is actually kind of romantic – even though you had to be drugged to say it.’
He smirked.
‘Why don’t you try to sleep?’ she said softly. ‘We can talk about it tomorrow – if you want.’
‘Talk about it?’ he slurred as he slid to his back, the medication taking over.
She sighed sadly.
—
‘What’s there to talk about?’ he said in a whisper.
He felt a blanket being pulled over him. The gentle brush of fingertips swept across his brow, though he couldn’t be sure he didn’t imagine it.
‘Oh, how about the fact that I’ve been thinking about you kissing me for almost ten years,’ Eve said under her breath as she walked out of the room.
Will’s eyelashes fluttered, his brow wrinkling. He didn’t know if he’d heard her correctly.
The pills wore off around two in the morning and the pain woke him up. He looked around in confusion for a few minutes before the evening’s events came back to him. Glancing at the nightstand, he found he could turn his head slightly with minimal pain and sat up slowly. His bedroom door was open and there was a faint light coming from the kitchen. Making his way to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and stared at his reflection.
Did I really tell her I wanted to kiss her? Or was that a dream?
He desperately hoped it was the latter, but his gut told him otherwise. Shuffling into the kitchen, he saw that Eve had figured out the convertible bed but was awake, typing on her laptop. She looked up as he entered, closing the laptop and getting up.
‘Are you all right? How’s the pain?’ she asked anxiously, walking over to him.
He gazed down at her, entranced. She was wearing bright pink pajama pants and a thin white tank top. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, her eyes slightly reddened from exhaustion. She was so short she didn’t even reach his shoulders. He smothered a sigh. She looked like a sweet, innocent young girl, and he still wanted her, still felt the blazing tension in his chest that interfered with his breathing.
‘Better,’ he said awkwardly, taking a step back.
Confusion flickered over her face and he turned to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water to give himself something to do, hoping it wouldn’t seem like he’d been trying to get away from her.
‘Why are you still up?’ he asked.
‘Couldn’t sleep,’ she said. ‘Can I get you anything?’
He turned and saw she had moved toward him while she spoke. Looking into her eyes was a bad idea, so he lowered his gaze and saw her lips were parted slightly. Shifting his eyes desperately, he noticed the slow rise and fall of her chest and his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. Get it together, he told himself.
‘Will?’
She placed a hand on his arm and he looked at it blankly, the delicate fingers barely touching him but emitting enough heat to leave a permanent mark.
‘Will.’
This time her voice was low and husky, demanding his attention and he complied. Her eyes bored into him, so dark he couldn’t determine what color they were. He allowed the bottle of water to slip from his grasp. He wrapped his hands around her elbows and pulled gently, moving her toward him just an inch, ignoring the pool of water now spreading at their feet. Running a hand up one of her arms until it reached her neck, he stroked his thumb along the line of her jaw, staring into her wide, dark eyes.
It couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t stop himself, even if he wanted to. It was pointless to resist. He was being drawn to her as if she were a homing beacon, calling out to him without words. She must feel it. The connection felt to him like a physical tether, surely something that strong couldn’t be one-sided. He dipped his head quickly before he could change his mind, as if tha
t were an option. Cupping her cheeks, he found her lips and felt the burning pressure in his chest expand, traveling through his body like an unstoppable fire.
She was soft. So soft. Softer than he imagined. Warm and sweet. She tasted like berries and chardonnay, the flavor exploding in his mouth and making him gasp against her lips. Her lips that were molding to his, yielding and delicate, their mouths moving as if in a perfectly choreographed dance. She followed his lead at first, then took charge, flicking her tongue against his lip. His knees threatened to buckle and he took in a shuddering breath before tangling his fingers in her hair, drawing her closer and searching for her with his tongue. Her hands were on his chest and he felt her melt into him, surrendering to him.
Maybe he was the one surrendering. He was certainly lost. Lost in the heavenly feel of her luxurious hair streaming through his fingers. In the complexities of her mouth, at once tender and fierce, passive and dynamic. Lost in the pressure of her supple curves against him, at the small hands now winding their way around his back, kneading and clutching at intervals. He could linger in that kiss for hours, weeks, eternity, and still discover new surprises.
It was only the pain in his back and the crick in his neck that eventually broke through, his body seizing uncomfortably. That, and the dog now knocking into their legs as Maggie lapped up his spilled water. Pulling away regretfully, he ignored the pain as best he could, brushing his lips against her cheeks and eyelids before attempting to straighten up.
Her eyes fluttered open gradually, blinking slowly at his chest before peeking up at him through her lashes. He stopped breathing, waiting nervously to see her reaction, to read her expression. Her eyes were a clear, pale blue under heavy, desire-filled lids. Eyes that were looking into his searchingly. Eyes that were wanting, but also held questions and perhaps some doubt.
‘I’m not high,’ he told her firmly.
She blinked in surprise, then giggled. He smiled down at her, combing his fingers through her hair before reaching down to take her hand.
‘You should go back to bed,’ she said softly. ‘Take another round of happy pills.’
He nodded, squeezing her fingers. It took everything he had to release her hand, wanting nothing more than to declare the only way he was returning to bed was if she went with him. But even with their kiss still burning on his lips he couldn’t stop the uncertainty, the disquiet bubbling up inside of him.
‘Go on, I’ll clean up,’ she said, pointing to his bedroom.
Walking backwards, he held her eyes until his legs hit the bed, finally turning away.
—
Eve distractedly dried the floor, brushing Maggie aside. Her head was spinning. Even after he’d called her pretty, even after his drugged confession, that kiss seemed to come out of nowhere. Yet it also felt inevitable. When he’d appeared in the kitchen, her first thought had been worry for his pain, then unease at his distant and uncomfortable demeanor. She had meant her touch to be a simple, concerned gesture.
But his gaze dropped to her hand and her eyes unwittingly followed, needing a few seconds to focus on his large arm, its muscles hard under her fingers. The heat penetrated her skin, zeroing in at a spot deep in her chest. She said his name involuntarily, barely recognizing the voice, deep with need, as her own. Then he was grabbing her, holding her, kissing her. His lips, both soft and strong, capturing hers, claiming hers – claiming her. Causing a rush of electricity to barrel through her, making her thighs quiver.
It was unlike any other kiss she had ever experienced. She could have set up permanent camp in that kiss. All the silly daydreams she’d had in college, all the fantasies that had been running through her head since yesterday – was it really only yesterday? – none of them compared. And this was just a kiss. She didn’t understand it. But she gave in to it, sinking into his tall, firm, welcoming body and letting herself fall.
She had to force herself to meet his eyes, not knowing what to expect. Wanting nothing more than to squeeze her eyes shut tight as a barrier against rational thought, pull him to the floor, and tumble further into whatever this was. The doubts seeped in quickly, overpowering everything else. He was medicated, in pain, not to mention still technically married. He said he’d been wanting to kiss her since the previous day, and now he had. Maybe that was all.
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