Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Come grab a doughnut,” I said as she stepped into her boots.
“Fuck, I forgot they were there!” She hurried toward me and threw open the box. “How many people were you planning on feeding?”
“Wasn’t sure what you’d want.”
“Jesus,” she mumbled, stuffing a bite into her face. “Are you real?”
“Doughnuts are cheap.”
“I like the maple bars,” she said, wiggling the doughnut from side to side before taking another bite.
“Same.”
“Okay, next time just buy those.” She grinned at me with her mouth closed as she chewed.
It took four hours to get there, but when we finally pulled onto the 101 headed south, her arms tightened around my waist in excitement. It was damn near impossible to hear each other, I should’ve thought to grab us some headsets—but every time she saw something that she liked, she’d point it out. I was pretty sure I’d heard a holy shit at one point as we rode beside the ocean.
We stopped for some lunch and fuel in the Redwoods, but we didn’t linger long. Frankie wanted to be on the bike, and I couldn’t say I disagreed with her. It was fucking gorgeous outside. The wind off the ocean kept us cool, but the sky was an endless blue. Perfect weather.
By the time we pulled into a motel that night, I was beat, but Frankie was practically fucking glowing. She’d pulled off her helmet before I was even off the bike.
“That was the best day ever,” she said, lacing her fingers through mine as I led her toward the lobby. “Sex in the morning and then riding all day? Let’s do this every day. Who cares about work? We’ll just keep going until we run out of money.”
I grinned and leaned down to kiss her as we reached the front desk.
“One bed,” Frankie announced to the receptionist.
I looked over at her, and she smiled widely.
Fifteen minutes later, I was carrying her bag over my shoulder as I led her into our room.
“No table this time,” she said, setting the sandwiches we’d picked up on the bed.
“Fuck of a lot nicer, though,” I countered, letting the door swing shut.
“Don’t you miss the antlers?” she joked.
“They did add a little something.”
She ran to the bathroom as I arranged our food, and when she came out, she was in nothing but a pair of panties and the tank top we’d had to search the bedding for that morning. She sat down cross-legged on the other side of the bed and reached for her sandwich.
“Good day?” I asked, watching her.
“Great day,” she said with a sigh.
“Good.”
“How about you?” she asked, pausing with her sandwich an inch away from her mouth. “On a scale of one to ten.”
“Eleven.”
We barely made it through our food before she was stripped naked, and we were making good use of the king-size bed. Her nipples were red as berries from my mouth, the hair along the back of her neck was damp with sweat, and her pussy was dripping by the time she rolled a condom on and took me inside. I gripped her hips and stared at her round ass as she bounced on top of me, rolling her hips and gasping. When she came, her back arched so far that her hair brushed over my nipples. I came seconds later.
She pulled away, and I let my hands drift down her thighs.
“Shit, we made a mess,” she said with a breathless laugh, reaching for the wrappers that we’d shoved to the side of the bed.
I took care of the condom and helped her get rid of the rest of the trash, then held the blankets back so she could climb between the sheets. As soon as I’d laid down beside her, she rolled into me, laying her head on my shoulder.
“Thank you for today,” she murmured sleepily.
“San Francisco tomorrow?” I asked, running my fingers up and down her spine. Her skin was so fucking soft.
“Yeah, but just a drive-through,” she replied, her thumb tracing my nipple. “I want to keep going, don’t you?”
“Works for me.”
“I didn’t ever really travel as a kid,” she said softly. “Did you?”
“A bit,” I replied. “Went down to Sacramento once a year. Hit Disneyland a couple of times. Once, the whole family all went up to Yellowstone and then sent all of us kids home with Aunt Cecilia so the rest of the adults could go to Sturgis.”
Frankie chuckled. “We camped during the summer, but only on the weekends and never somewhere that you had to pay.”
“We did quite a bit of that, too.”
“I didn’t really see anything outside Eugene until I went to college, and we started traveling to shows and stuff.” She sighed. “And then my dad moved to Arizona like it was nothing, after never leaving the state my entire life.”
“Snowbird?”
“No, his wife’s sister lives down there. They live there full time.”