Road Trip - Southern Belles Part 3 (Erotic Romance Series) (5 page)

Chapter 8

Annie and Tommy had been in the city shopping all day, looking at wedding packages from excruciatingly plain to wonderfully exquisite. She couldn’t make up her mind.
Big wedding? Who would come? Small wedding? Who would they forget?

They stopped at a nice little hole in the wall Italian restaurant before they headed home.
Lucio’s
was bustling with customers, as always, but they found a corner booth, out of the way of the crowds for a relaxing dinner and conversation.

She
played with her menu and bit, fumbling with the corner. “What are you having, hon?”

“Oh, I was thinking of some fettuccini and veggies. You ok? You seem a bit distant. Don’t like Italian?”

She sighed “I love Italian, just have crap on my mind. Marti texted me last night.”

“She did? What did she say?”

“She’s on her way to L.A. with some truck driver, I feel so bad for her, wish she would come home.”

He stretched out his massive arms and sighed. “I know, honey, but she’s grown and she’s gonna do what she wants. I wish she
were here, too.”

“I know, it sucks.
I hope she finds what she’s looking for. I mean, I love her and I miss her, but if she’s not happy here, she has to find what makes her happy. I just wish she was closer to home. She said she’d call when she got there.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “I just miss her… a lot.”

“Honey, do you really want to eat? I mean we can head on home if you aren’t up to it.”

“No, I’m okay. Let’s eat, I’m starving.” She dabbed her eyes, straightening herself up.

Tommy reached across the table to hold her trembling hand, wishing he could make all the hurt go away.
God! How he loved this girl.
Every time he thought about her, his heart thumped and he just wanted to take her in his arms and protect her and hold her until all the hurt and sorrow disappeared.

They ordered their food and as they were talking, making
googly eyes at each other, the waitress brought them some wine. Tommy was designated driver, so he slowly sipped his wine, while Annie proceeded to get tipsy. She giggled a lot when she was buzzed and tonight was no exception.

They talked about the wedding, she wanted a small wedding
and he wanted a huge one. She hoped she’d win that competition. Hell, she’d elope to Vegas tonight if he asked her.

“More wine?” the waitress tipped the bottle to her glass. She noticed Annie was playing
wino tonight and at these prices, she was happy to oblige.

“
Sh - ure” Annie giggled as the word slid out of her mouth.

“Honey,” Tommy’s deep voice sent shivers down her drunken spine. “Let’s get going, we have a lot to do.” He nodded to the waitress for the check and pulled out his card. Annie was giggling to herself, not sure if she could even walk out of the place.

Tommy laughed. He knew how feisty she got when she was tipsy and tonight was going to be fun. They had over an hour’s drive to Mountain View and he hoped she could wait till they got home.

He stood up, threw a few dollars on the table and helped her out of the booth. She stumbled and slurred her words as they oozed out of her mouth, “I’m
sho shorree, honeee, zjust hold meee up-p-p.” Good thing she wore flat shoes today or she would have been face down on the floor.

Walking out to the pickup truck, he found it was a lot easier to just carry her; she was stumbling with each step, so he just picked her up and walked to the truck.

He thought about his woman. She’s sexy, fun, drop dead gorgeous and now she’s rich on top of that. God had really blessed him in his life and he wasn’t ever going to take these things for granted. He was proud to be her man and couldn’t wait to call her his bride.

Opening the door, he lifted her up into the truck. She was giddy and he was glad to be there to protect her. He fastened her seat belt and walked around to the other side and got in the truck.

“Baby...do you...ever....mas - mash - turbate?” barely pronouncing the words, giggling as she asked the question. “Mash - tur - bate. You know...play wish your dick?” She asked, running her hand hungrily over his crotch.

S
he was drunk. “No, honey,” putting his arm her around her neck, pulling her closer to him. ”I don’t ‘play with it’, I have you,” he said, kissing her on the head.

“Good,
caush I wants to be all you ever need. Lesh get married.”

“Darlin, we are getting married; we just have to get everything
ready . It takes time, honey bun. We will be married soon and you will be Mrs. Tommy Donovan, the most beautiful bride in the world.” He hugged her.

“Honey?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“When we get married, will…will you…fuck my ass? That was fuckin amazing…remember, I was scared…and… you…you did it anyway? That big ole….dick, sliding in and out….in and out….my ass….Fuck, Tommy, I love you…” she exhaled, falling off to sleep.

“Yes, baby, I’ll do anything you want.” He smiled; his bulge sprang to attention in his jeans with the thought of her tight ass wrapped around his fat dick. He was a gentleman, but still so much a MAN. Sex with Annie was heaven in all its glory. He would give her anything she wanted,
within
reason
. She fell asleep in his arms, the pickup truck bouncing on the old highway to home.

He pulled up into the driveway at the ranch. He nudged her gently to wake her. She didn’t budge. He went to the passenger side and
lifted her out of the cab, carrying her to the house and up the stairs. Looking down at her, she was a mess, hair all over, lipstick on her face. He laughed. He should take a picture of this and show her in the morning.

Laying her on the bed, he took off her clothes and covered her with the blanket. He wasn’t getting any tonight. Oh well, he was exhausted from their shopping trip and sleep couldn’t come soon enough.

Undressing, he thought about what she said in the truck. Did he ‘play with it’? He chuckled. No, he never had to with her. She was a hot little sex kitten and he was happy to give her every bit of him, everything she craved. He slid under the covers of the king sized bed; wrapping his arms around her. The coolness of the sheets mixed with the warmth of her body felt incredible. He kissed her cheek and whispered “I love you, Angel” in her ear. A few minutes later he was fast asleep.

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Chapter 9

Nick had been driving all day. Marti was chatting and checking out the scenery, but she knew by morning she would be all alone again. Not that it mattered, Nick had his own life and she, well, she never thought her trip was going to be so fucking exciting in the first place.

She looked over at him, his eyes watching the road ahead.
His bare chest was luscious. Shirts didn’t seem to stay on him very long. His eyelashes were luscious. His thighs tight in his jeans were luscious. Hell, his whole body was luscious.
Damn!

Nick
drove the big rig like he had been doing it all his life. Marti watched as he instinctively knew exactly what to do to get the heavy cargo across the country. Up the mountains, down the mountains. Jake brake, brrrrrrrrrrr…..Clutch, shift, clutch, shift, relax. All the while gently singing Spanish songs along with his iPod and smiling and blowing kisses at Marti. She was totally impressed.

“So, we’re almost there?” turning away to hide the sad face. She knew this trip was almost over. She didn’t want it to be
, but it was. She only had a few more hours with him and it was starting to wear on her. The trip had been amazing but she knew it was over.

“We still have a few hundred miles to go, Peach, but almost.”
The trip had been incredible for him as well. Nick adored her feistiness, her happy-go-lucky demeanor. She was fun, exciting, young and beautiful. And her backside, well… her bodacious backside could speak for itself.

“Hey what’s that up there?” pointing to
the bright city lights up ahead. “What are all those lights? Where are we?”

“Vegas, Peach. Have you ever been to Las Vegas?”

“No,” she sat up in her seat to get a better look. “Are we going to Vegas?” Excitedly, she bounced up and down, “Are we? Oh my gosh! Las Vegas? Can you take this big ole truck through there?”

He laughed, “Yes, we are going to Vegas and no, we’re not going in the truck,
Princesa
, I am going to park it and someone will come pick us up.”

“Whoa!
Really? Shit! I look like crap, I’m dirty and nasty. I’m not gonna be prancing around town like this!” Marti was commando, no clean bra and panties left in her bag and she wasn’t about to walk around Sin City in grimy sexed up clothes.

“No worries, I have it all taken care of.” He chuckled to himself. Money could do that...
take care of everything.

“You what
? What do you mean all taken care of?”

“It’s a surprise, Peach, just trust me. Have I led you astray
, yet?” his eyes twinkled at her.

“No smart ass, you’ve never led me astray, well...maybe…once….or twice
…” she giggled, reaching over to touch his arm. He shivered, glancing at her with a cheeky smile on his face. She looked up at him,
he is so fucking hot!
Her face was stuck in a perma- smile. This trip was getting way more exciting by the second. She turned to watch the city lights up ahead, taking everything in as they came closer and closer.

He pulled into the parking lot of a truck stop right outside of town, threw his shirt on and stepped down out of the truck. He glanced at Marti, “Hold on a sec,
Princesa
, I’ll be right back. Gimme a few,” as he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed.

The attendant came over to the truck, “Hello Mr. Vargas, what can I do for you?”

He gestured to the big rig. “Take care of this truck, will ya?”

“Sure thing, Sir!” he hurried off to get some help.

After a few exciting minutes, a long black limo pulled into the parking lot and surprisingly stopped right next to the truck. A tall, handsome man wearing a chauffeur’s uniform stepped out of the car and opened the side door. He stood right by the door, looking straight ahead, just like they did in the movies.

Nick jumped up on the step and opened her door. Grabbing her hand and helping her out. ”Come on,
Peach, let’s go.”

Marti’s eyes got huge. She inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. “We’re going in that?”

“Yep! You didn’t think we were gonna ride this truck through town, did you? Come on!” His smile was so dreamy; his eyes sparkling golden brown specks as she got out of the truck and into the limo. Mr. Handsome Chauffeur closed the door behind them, got in and drove away.

Marti was in awe. “Holy shit, Nick, this car is amazing!”

“Glad you like it, my sister designed it for me.’

“It’s yours? This freakin’ limo-of-a-lifetime is yours?” She squealed. The inside of the limo was incredible, steel grey leather seats, plush dark charcoal carpet, blue and white lighting along the ceiling. A Bose sound system, and a fully stocked bar with any drink you could think of.

“Yes, Peach, it’s mine.” He laughed, pleasantly surprised at her reaction. “Sometimes I have business to do here in Vegas and the car is ready and waiting for me whenever I need it.” He reached over to grab her.

“Hold on, what’s this?” she asked, playing with some knobs on the ceiling.

“Those are lights, here, look.” as he turned on the ceiling lights and turned off the side lights.

“Ooh, that’s cool, kind of romantic, huh, big boy.” she giggled.
Sliding her hand across her hip and down her thigh, Jessica Rabbit style.

Nick sat down on the plush leather seat. “Come here, my little peach.”

“No, I’m nasty! I really need to shower.”

“So do I, so let’s be nasty together,” he laughed, pouring her a glass of champagne.

As they drove down The Strip, Marti chugged her champagne jumping from one side of the limo to the other, amazed at all the lights and tall buildings. Palm trees lined the streets, it was a cool evening for the desert, but heaven compared to Georgia heat. “You know, I’ve only seen Las Vegas in movies and pictures. I didn’t know it would be so amazing! What are we gonna do first?”

“It’s a surprise.” His eyes
twinkled as he casually watched her, taking in her excitement. He could do this all day. She was a breath of fresh air, and the fact that she didn’t care what other people thought of her was so invigorating. Being a part of a family of his stature tended to stifle the novelty and thrill of daily life. Being with Marti brought it all back again.

They pulled up to the front of the biggest hotel Marti had ever seen, her eyes wide with wonder. “Oh
my gosh, is this where we are staying? Holy moley! Nick, damn!!”

The outside of the casino was covered with glass rectangles at least
three stories high, reflecting the bright lights of the city. Windows and glass covered the whole building and the street was full of people from all over the world. Marti’s mouth dropped, overwhelmed at all the wonder of it all.

The limo door opened, “Hello, Mr. Vargas,
how are you this evening, Sir? Your suite is ready; I’ll have your bags brought up immediately.”

Turning to Marti,
a smile spread across his face. She was so down-to-earth. He forgot what it felt like to be this amazed at something or someone. The responsibilities of Vargas International had consumed the last twenty years of his life. He gazed at her a moment, watching her take in the city. “Come on,
Princesa
, they’re kicking us out,” he joked as he took her hand and helped her out of the car.

She
walked as if she were walking the red carpet. Tank top, cutoffs and flip flops. Commando, sticky and stinky and he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She slipped her hand through the crook of his arm as they walked through the casino. He was hers for the night and she was going to make their last night together incredible.

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