Highway Don't Care (Freebirds) (12 page)

  “Ready.”  I said to him, bending over one of the
tables to reach for my sweatshirt that had fallen onto the floor.

  Once my tummy hit the table though, I felt a presence at my
back, pinning my hips to the table.  Gabe’s hips were up snug against my
hips.  His ground his erection into me, and I swear if the table wasn’t
underneath me, I’d have fallen to my knees.  Which to be honest might not
have been a bad thing.

  I peeked over my shoulder to notice that the training room
door was closed.  When that happened, I don’t know. 

  “We can’t do this right now.  I work here Gabe.”

   “Seeing you strutting around in these tight little
pants drives me nuts.  What the hell are these anyway?”  He asked.

  This was not a discussion I wished to have with him. 
How do you tell your boyfriend that you are wearing Spanx?  What do you
say that they are for fat people who want to suck their fat in?

  “Ummm, uhhh, I don’t really want to tell you to be honest.”

  His hands tightened on my hips as he said, “I don’t really
give a fuck what they are, just keep wearing them.  They drive me fucking
crazy.  Do you wear underwear with these things?”

  “Yes.  Not wearing underwear would give me a camel
toe.  No one wants to be seen with a camel toe.  Those are so not
cool.”

  A brief laugh escaped him, but didn’t deter him.  He
grabbed the waist of my pants and yanked both pants and panties down to my
thighs.  These babies were so tight that I wouldn’t be able to move my
thighs but a few inches apart.  That didn’t seem to bother him though
because his seeking fingers had already found my sweet spot inside of me in the
next instant.

  My back arched off the table, and my eyes rolled back into
my head as he curled his two fingers and worked me.  It wasn’t long and I
was pushing back against his fingers, trying to get him deeper inside of
me.  I was seconds away from coming when he pulled out.  One second
his fingers were inside of me, and the next he was slamming his cock into me.

  “Jesus!”  I gasped.

  He froze and said, “Too much?”

  “No, it was just a surprise.  Keep going.” 
I pleaded as I pushed back against him.

  He did it slowly though.  Gabe and I drifted more
towards fast and furious when it came to sex.  It was just the way that
felt the best to us.  Today, however, with my pants keeping my knees close
together, and him moving in and out of me very slow, it felt
abso-fucking-lutely amazing. 

  I could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he pumped
it in and out slowly.  Over and over again, until I was ready to shout at
him to go harder, but just as I was about to demand that of him the doorknob
jiggled.

  My body tensed, ready to push him away, but Gabe didn’t
stop in his ministrations, only ramped up his efforts.  He gave a little
twist at the end of each thrust that had me seeing stars.

  “The guy’s bike who brought her this morning is still
parked in her spot.  So where is she at?”  I heard someone ask.

  Holding on to the edge of the table with one hand, I buried
my head into the crook the elbow of my other arm and willed myself not to
scream.  This was torture in its truest form.  I was working up to
one hell of an orgasm, and I needed to be quiet.  This could get me fired
in a heartbeat.  I loved this job, but nothing short of death could stop
me right at the moment.  Any second now, I would blow, and I knew I
wouldn’t be able to hold in my scream. 

  I could still hear the two people speaking with only ten
feet and a flimsy door between us, but in the next instant, they weren’t even
on my radar.  Gabe must have sensed that my orgasm was imminent because he
reached his hand around and covered my mouth, trapping the scream that was
about to pour out of it.

  Once my orgasm made itself known, Gabe started to slam
inside of me, just how we both liked it.  Again and again, he pounded into
me, spurring my orgasm to continue.  Gabe grunted and slammed into my one
final time, planting himself deep inside of me before pouring his come deep
inside of me.

  He let go of my mouth, and my face dropped to the leather
of the training table underneath of me.  Gabe slid slowly out of my body, and
tucked himself back into his jeans, zipping and belting them up. 

  I watched with my face still planted on the table. 
That was exhausting, and I could really go for a teensy tiny nap right now, but
it was not in our cards.  He gave my ass a good slap before backing away
and heading to the door.  I squeaked and hauled my undies and pants back
over my ass.

  “I wasn’t going to open it; I just wanted to hear if they
were still out there or not.  You were pretty loud there towards the end,
I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard you.”  Gabe teased.

  “It wasn’t my fault!  It was your fault.  None of
this was my idea!”

  “I didn’t see any fight on your part!”  Gabe chuckled.

  I’d rather forgotten about the messiness that comes with
sex, so now I could feel all the wetness leaking out of me and onto my
pants.  I’m sure there was a nice little wet spot on the crotch of my Spanx.

  “Let’s get out of here so I can go change my pants. 
I’m leaking.”  I said before heading to the door.

  Gabe’s arm hooked around my waist before I could get it
open and I was hauled back into his arms.  His lips skimmed down my
exposed neck and goose bumps puckered up all down my right side.

  “Are you saying you feel dirty?” he asked quietly.

  “No, not dirty.  Just squishy.”  I laughed out.

  “I happen to like it there, I like knowing I’m inside
you.”  He whispered into my hair, and then gave me a three tap on the butt
that meant it was time go.

  Gabe did the three tap a lot.  When he was leaving, he
would tap my butt three times before he let go of me and left.  In
addition, when I was sitting on his lap, he would tap me three times to let me
know he wanted up. 

  Disentangling myself from him, we walked hand and hand down
the corridor, and out into the scorching heat of the Texas sun.  If you
think you’ve experienced heat, you haven’t.  Yes, there are those places
that reach higher than Texas’ one hundred and ten degrees, but that’s dry
heat.  Here you have humidity on top of it.  All you had to do was
walk outside and you were drenched in sweat.

  We walked to the Death machine, and Gabe swung his leg
over, mounting the bike.  He kick started the engine and that familiar
vibration rocked my body.  Adrenaline poured through my veins, and I
hopped on, wrapping my body around his.  He handed me my helmet, and we
both strapped our on before he took off. 

  He took the turns low, and my body swayed as one with
his.  I loved being on the back of his bike, my arms wrapped around
him.  It felt like everything was okay.  There were no death threats
from gangs, no coaches trying to push my kids too hard, and no crazy chicks
making nutty eyes at my man.  Pure perfection.  But of course, my
dear Gabriel did ruin my high.

  We got to Free and pulled up into the main garage
area.  He hauled me off the bike, walked me over to the toolbox, dropped
my hand and said, “Fix it.”  Before he turned around and left me standing
there.  I did get a good laugh though.

Losers all whine about their best.  Winners go home
and fuck the prom queen.

-The Rock

Ember
 

  While cruising the aisles at the super Walmart, I was at a
loss on what to have for dinner tonight.  I hated cooking, and I only knew
how to do so many things.  I pulled my phone out and texted Gabe without
looking.  My eyes were on the cupcake display that was right directly in
front of me.

  Me:  “Chicken fajitas okay for dinner tonight?”

  I piled in two six packs of cupcakes, one vanilla with
whipped icing and one vanilla with buttercream icing.  I couldn’t decide
which sounded better, so I just got both.  This was also why I wore Spanx. 
I enjoyed Chick-Fil-A and cupcakes too much.  I also didn’t work out as I
used to.

  “Jesus, are you eating for two there, Ember?” 
Cheyenne teased as she bumped my cart with hers.

  “Nope.  I know how to use contraception.  No
babies until I want them.  Unlike someone I know.”  I said giving her
a meaningful glance.

  She blew a raspberry at me and made sure to add some spit
to it.

  “Sicko.”  I said as I wiped my face with my sleeve.

  The phone chimed in my hand and I slid my finger over the
screen to unlock it. 

  Gabe: “Yuck.”

  Feeling baffled, I was about to reply asking him why when I
re read my first message and then burst out laughing.

  Cheyenne took the phone out of my hand, read the messages
and then burst out laughing herself.

  “Chicken Vaginas?  Is that a new recipe?”  She
asked while snickering.

  “Yep.  I saw it on Pinterest.”  I said.

  “What did you mean to say?”  Max said from behind me,
making me jump only a little bit.

  “Jesus.  This was an A and B conversation.  C
your way out of it.”  I answered rudely.

  I wasn’t really upset that he listened to our conversation
though.  I just liked giving him hell.  That’s what a little sister
is for, right?

  “It could have only been one of three things.  That’s
all she cooks is spaghetti, chicken fajitas, or sausage casserole.” 
Cheyenne supplied helpfully.

  Ignoring them, I made my way to the produce section, trying
to escape the twin terrors that were following in my wake.  I didn’t
succeed though.  They still found me in front of the bananas. 
Watching them out of the corner of my eye, I chose a bundle of bananas, and
then texted Gabe back.

  Me:  “I meant chicken
fajitas
.  Does that
sound okay?  LOL.”

  My phone immediately pinged with his reply.

  Gabe:  “Good. I only want one and it’s yours.”

  Feeling my face flush, I shoved the phone back into my bra
and turned towards the twins in time to see them each grab a kiwi from the
bottom of the pile.  Of course, you can guess what happens next. 
Yep, the whole fricking thing came tumbling down, and they each found it
hilarious.

  “Cheyenne!  Your kids just dropped all the kiwis to
the floor.”  I whisper yelled to her when she rounded the corner. 

  She stood there, wondering what the hell she was supposed
to do.  There were literally hundreds of kiwis spread throughout the
produce section.  Max fixed it all by scooping up the girls, depositing
one in each of our buggies, and then taking said buggies and guiding them out
of the produce section.  Cheyenne and I both looked at each other, and
then sprinted after him.

  Yes, it was wrong, but it was an accident, and I really
didn’t want to get down on my knees and pick all those bastards up.  Just
as we were leaving the Walmart, my phone dinged again.  I didn’t look at
it though until after we’d loaded sixty-seven bags of shit into the back of
Sam’s Suburban.  Yes, that was sixty-seven bags.  I counted.

  Gabe:  “Won’t be home until late.  Got some shit
to take care of.  Leaving now.”

  A man of few words.  What the hell was that? 
We’d spent every night together for the last two and a half months.  It’d
been quite a few weeks since the football player had had heat stroke.  I’d
practically moved in.  Nearly all of my clothes were at Gabe’s
place.  Unofficially, I moved in with him.  Everyone referred to
Gabe’s as “Our Place” but he’d yet to ask me to move in.

  Deciding not to make too big of a deal of it, I gave him
the space he seemed to want tonight.  I didn’t text him back. 
Thinking about it now it would be somewhat nice to get in some girl time.

  “Cheyenne?”  I called to her.

She turned her head and regarded me with a raised eyebrow.

 “Do you want to go into Longview tonight?  Catch a
movie, have a cookie monster?”  I asked.

  “Perfect!  I’ve been craving one of those like
crazy.  What do you want to go see?” she asked.

  “I hear Magic Mike is still at the dollar theater. 
How about that?”

  “For the love of all that’s holy, please, anything but
that.  I don’t want to see that shit.”  Max grumped from the driver’s
seat.

  “That sounds perfect!  Max.  Go to moms and let’s
drop off the girls.  Then we can go drop the groceries off, get dressed
and head out.”  Cheyenne demanded.

  Perfect.  Maybe a little Channing Tatum and his hot
ripped abs would go a long way to ignoring the fact that I’d rather be with
Gabe tonight.

  Ω

  An hour and a half later, we found ourselves in Gabe’s room
getting ready.  At least I was anyway.  Cheyenne was practically
dressed.

  “Does this look okay?”  I asked Cheyenne while
checking out my ass in the floor to ceiling mirror.

  I didn’t want to look like I had a muffin top or
anything.  I had on a new pair of Wrangler Rock 47’s that I’d bought just
last week, paired with a white wife beater.  My bra was a bright neon
yellow, and was definitely noticeable under my tank top, but I didn’t really
care.  It was the only one I owned, and I wasn’t going to go out and buy a
new one when what I really wanted was to lose the bra all together.  My
hair was down in loose waves down my back.  No makeup though.  I
didn’t like the way it made my face feel greasy.

  “Yea, your ass looks great in those.  Where’d you get
those?”

  “I went to Baskin’s last week.  The jeans were forty
percent off.  Good thing too, because I wasn’t going to drop a hundred
bucks on a pair of jeans.  I had to lay on the bed to get them buttoned
though.”  I answered.

  “They’re awesome.  My pants already don’t fit.” 
She said while gesturing to her jeans that only had three of the five buttons
done up.

  “Funny.  I seem to be losing weight.  I’ve been
the same weight since high school, but ever since I started staying with Gabe I
seem to fit into my clothes a lot better.”  I said cheerfully.

  It really was awesome.  When I’d hurt my knee, I’d
lost all my muscle and gained a ton of weight.  Not working out and
sitting on your ass would do that to a person.  Especially when I ate like
shit.

  “You’re such a hoe bag.  Why would you rub that in my
face?  Just look at this!”  She said pulling up her shirt to expose
her belly. 

  Not that I hadn’t already seen it.  With the tight
shirt she was wearing, you could make out the bump of the baby inside of
her.  The bottom two buttons on her jeans were undone, and her belly
seemed to bulge out from between the gap in the jeans.  Studying her
predicament for a moment, I went to the bathroom, and grabbed two black hair
ties and came back. 

  Going down on my knees, I bent close to her pants and
looped a hair tie through the buttonhole, then stretched it across the opening
and fit it around the button.  I repeated the process for the other hole
and was about to sit back up when I was interrupted.

  “Should I come back?”  Sam said.

  Willing my heart to stop trying to pop out of my chest, I
said “Yea.  Just need a couple more minutes.  It’s my turn next.”

  Cheyenne laughed, and then turned her body so Sam could see
what I was actually doing down on my knees.

  “Ember’s a fucking genius!  Look what she did to my
pants.”  Cheyenne demanded, thrusting her stomach out.

  She looked like a goober, but who was I to say
anything?  I was a nut too.  That’s why we were best friends.

  “Looks good.”  Sam said as he rubbed Cheyenne’s
belly. 

 I walked into the living room, giving them a few moments of
alone time.  I grabbed the purse Cheyenne let me borrow and shoved my
keys, a tube of Chapstick, and some of the candy that I’d bought at Walmart
that day, along with a coke.

  Cheyenne came up behind me and shoved her own drink
in.  Apparently, she wasn’t bothering with a purse since I was carrying
one.  Sam hooked an arm around both of our necks and pulled us in to his
chest giving us each side hugs.

  “Don’t leave Max tonight, got it?”  He asked.

  “Aye Aye, Captain.”  I saluted.

  Rolling his eyes, he let us go, and walked us out to Max’s
Blazer.  I hoisted myself up into the front, and then crawled to the back
since the seat no longer slid forward, all the while praying I didn’t rip my
pants, seeing as they were so tight.  It was about ten minutes into our
drive that Max nearly killed us.

  “Titties!”  I screamed out at the top of my lungs.

  Max gripped the steering wheel tight. 

  “Jesus Christ!  Was that fucking necessary?”  He
fumed.

  “Max, I really don’t know why that surprised you.  We
say it every single time.  Every.  Single.  Time.  I’m not
sure why that was so surprising.  We’ve been doing this for forever.”

  The titties in question were actually known as the Texas
Titties to the locals.  LeTourneau Technologies used to produce bombs in
the dome shaped buildings.  From the air, they look like boobs. 
Nipples and all. 

  “Y’all know better.  Now seriously, shut up and leave
me along for ten more minutes.  Y’all are already making me go see a man
stripper movie.  Don’t make me kill myself beforehand.”

  We gave him the peace he was looking for, but only about
three minutes or so before we lost the desire to make him happy.  The
movie was beyond our expectations.  I don’t think I’ll ever listen to
‘Pony’ by Ginuwine ever again and not picture Channing Tatum stripping to
it.  I might’ve had to take off my sweater because I got a little hot.

  Max on the other hand, did
not
like it.  He
thought it was trash.  He said it had no story line, and was practically porn
minus the penises and boobs.

  “It would have been better if they’d have shown some boobs
at least.  This was like a really bad porno.  They had the bad story
line, just forgot to show dicks and tits.”  Max stated.

  That was my brother, crass and blunt.  I loved him
anyway though.

  “Let’s go to Cheddar’s now.  It’s heading towards
eleven, and I’m about to keel over.  Gabe doesn’t let me get much
sleep.”  I stated, mostly to rile Max a little bit.

  “Oh my God!  My ears!  For the love of all that’s
holy.  Please never speak of that with me around again.  I just can’t
deal with that shit.”  He pleaded.

  We kept right on talking though. 

  “Sam does that to me too.  It’s as if I go to sleep
after just having some of him, and I wake up with his hands-” Cheyenne said
before Max interrupted her.

  “Shut up!”  Max barked.  “Fuck.”

  We both laughed.  Payback was a bitch
unfortunately.  He got us good in the car.

  “I have a feeling something bad is gonna happen.”  Max
stated.

  Immediately Cheyenne and I both covered our noses with our
shirts.  When we were younger, we watched a movie called Stick It. 
One of the main characters said the same thing right before he’d farted in the
car.  This was a running thing for James and Max to do to us since we were
fifteen.  This time was no different. 

  We arrived at the Cheddar’s minutes later, and then poured
out of the Blazer gagging with tears in our eyes.  Max’s booming laugh
proceeded us, and I slammed the door in annoyance.  He was a mutant!

  I hooked arms with Cheyenne, and we were weaving through
the cars when I saw him.  Stopping so fast, I rocked back on my heels and
collided with Max’s chest.  My eyes locked with Gabe’s and I saw immediate
understanding flare in his eyes.  My heart felt like it was being ripped
from my chest.

  A large bubble sat at the base of my throat, making it hard
to swallow.  My eyes stung with tears, and I turned and ran in the
opposite direction, weaving through the cars as if the devil was on my
heels. 

  I knew I wouldn’t get far though.  He’d seen me. 
He knew I’d seen him with another woman, his arm around her shoulders laughing
with her.  How could he do this to me?  Never did I see this
coming.  Never.

Ω

Gabe

  “Alright.  You’ve got your new information memorized,
right?”  I asked.