Brazen

The outdoors.

Fresh air.

Noah.

And dolls.

“Why on earth did you want to come here?” I don’t scare easily, but this might be the creepiest nature walk I’ve ever been on.

Noah has planned our route though, so, here we are. As I’m walking, I practically run right into the most lifelike mouth smiling down at me. It takes everything in me not to turn the face away from me or tear it down.

“I think it has character.” Noah crouches down to check out a bodiless doll wearing a lampshade on its head.

In all the places in Georgia, we are at Doll’s Head Trail. It’s not exactly the romantic getaway I imagined when proposing the idea of a road trip, but I could be anywhere with Noah and be fucking ecstatic about it.

“Do you think the dolls come alive at night and have an evil little shindig?” Her eyebrows dance on her forehead as she throws out a suggestion about things I don’t want to think about.

“Don’t even joke. I never knew I was panicky about dolls until now. Can you imagine if we were camping here tonight?”

We have plans to do some camping on this trip but definitely not here.

“No, it might have been my idea to come, but even I don’t want to be here after dark.” Noah leaves the art piece she was looking at and steps over the dusty trail to me. Her arms encircle my neck. “It doesn’t matter where we are.”

“Cheeseball,” I tease.

She presses her body against mine, and we kiss in the middle of the nature preserve among our friends—the dolls. My hand goes under the strap of her tank top and rests on her warm shoulder. She hums against my tongue while her lips move with mine. She’s right though. Only the two of us could enjoy a kiss like this, no matter where we were.

“What do you want to do the rest of the day?”

“I want to go back to our hotel room.” Her lips slide down my chin and land on my throat as her hands tug on the bottom of my shirt, indicating her mind is set on something naughty.

“Oh, really?” I give her an arched brow. “We’re on a road trip, and you want to spend the day in the hotel room? Didn’t you get enough of me this morning?”

It’s only been a few hours since we left the hotel room, and Noah woke me up this morning with her mouth on me. I was up and at ’em real quick with that wake-up call. Good morning!

“Never. Now, take me to a bed or a shower or a floor. Anywhere we don’t get thrown in jail for lascivious behavior.” The way she bites on her lip makes me want to obey her every order.

Anything she wants.

I throw her over my shoulder, and she cries out in laughter as I carry her away.

“Do you think we’ll still be like this when we’re old?” she asks as her head dangles behind me.

“Well, I’m not sure I’ll still be able to carry you around like this, if that’s what you mean.”

Noah isn’t heavy, but it’s inevitable that, one day, I won’t be able to throw her around. She swats at my back and then subtly pinches my ass. A woman with a camera passes us on the trail and gives us a judgmental look. I simply nod, smile her way, and keep moving.

“I meant, do you think we’ll always be so hot and heavy for each other? Will you be popping little blue pills to worship my body all day long when we’re eighty?” Her voice goes in and out with each one of my steps.

“I’ll take any colored pill I need to if it’s the only way I can be inside you, but, yeah, I think we’ll always want each other in the same intense way we do now. Our bodies will get older, but the way we feel about each other won’t change.”

“Because you love me?”

“Because I love you completely.”

“I love you, too, Brazen.”

I set her down next to the car and push her against it. My hard front brushes her softer one. “Come on, let’s go back to the hotel.”

Once in the car, I drive to our destination, going a little faster than I normally would. We have places to be and positions to try.

“I like road trips with you,” she tells me with a coy smile.

“You’ve never taken a road trip with anyone else.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re my favorite travel companion.”

“You’re my favorite companion, period.”

My non-driving knee bounces as I try to ignore my hardening dick. Noah fidgets in her seat and swings her sight in every direction. There is so much pent-up energy flowing between us.

When we get back to our room, the door is barely closed before we pounce. We’re all over one another, and our clothes are thrown in every direction. My hands roam her skin. Her lips explore my body. We’re gentle with one another in a rough way, and before long, we’re in the middle of exactly what we came back to this room to indulge in—each other. After I lick her until she comes, Noah grinds on top of me. She throws her head back, and her tits bounce while her clit hardens between my fingers.

No matter how old I get, I can’t imagine not wanting this all day long.

Every day. Three hundred sixty-five days a year. Always.

I’ll rock Noah’s world in an old folks’ home and for all the time before it.

“Brazen!” she screams out.

There is nothing like hearing her scream my name.

I’m on top of the world, and my girl is right there with me.