CHAPTER 31
JIMMY
When I picked Mackenna up for our date, I didn’t give her time to ask questions about where we were going. Just grabbed her hand and pulled her to the passenger side of the ‘saggin’ wagon’.
Taking advantage of the unseasonably cool weather, I rolled the windows down as I took a back road out of Tolson. One of the things I loved most about the Midwest was the fluctuating weather. Some people hated how it could be 95 degrees one day, then 72 the next. They didn’t like the inconsistency.
But I liked a little change of pace every now and then.
Plus, it gave me a reason to see Mackenna sitting next to me while the wind blew through her hair.
She smiled over at me, the sinking sun behind her. Bright orange light filtered through her dark strands, making them look like they were on fire.
She was so gorgeous it took my breath away.
Right then, I wanted to confess my love for her. Right there, on a country road surrounded by cornfields, I wanted to tell her she was making me feel something I didn’t even know was possible.
I wanted to let her know rule number three was completely fucked.
Instead, I removed my sunglasses and plopped them onto her face. She grinned as she pushed them up on her nose.
How could I possibly go on living my life without her after the summer was over?
The answer was I couldn’t. Not an option.
Problem was, I didn’t know how to convince her to stay with me. The best plan I could come up with was to show her how good we could be together. Show her that it didn’t matter if we were in the same town or 300 miles apart.
I’d still love her regardless of where I lived.
We neared our destination and I slowed before turning left onto a narrow gravel road. I came to a stop about a quarter of a mile down, parking the car between tall trees on one side and big round haybales on the other.
Keeping the windows down, I turned off the ignition and let my eyes travel over to Mackenna. This was the first time I’d ever seen her in a dress. It was white with yellow sunflowers, and the hem just barely reached her knees.
I was in the middle of speculating what kind of panties she had on when she spoke.
“James Peabody Johnson, are you taking me parking?”
I laughed. “Sort of. To make up for the fact that this is probably going to go down as the crappiest date in history, I come bearing gifts.” Reaching into the back seat, I picked up the paper sack. “Now, if you hadn’t already smelled it, there’s pizza in the back,” I told her before raising the first item out of the bag. “And I have wine.”
When I held up the bottle of Strawberry Boon’s Farm, Mackenna snorted. “And how did you buy wine when you’re not old enough?”
“I didn’t. Travis did. Besides, it’s for you. I’m the designated driver tonight.” Smirking, I kissed her before removing her next present. “Don’t get mad at me for the next one, okay?”
She gave me a look. “It better not be flowers. We already talked about that.”
“It’s not.” Grinning, I put both fists in front of me. “Pick a hand.”
Mackenna’s lips tilted up as she tapped the right. For once, she guessed correctly. When I opened my hand, the starfish necklace dangled from my fingers.
Her jaw dropped open. “You got me jewelry?”
“Well, yeah,” I said as it swung back and forth between us. “It reminded me of you.”
“Why?” She tilted her head to the side.
Barking out a laugh, I rubbed at my jaw. “You might get pissed when I tell you… You know in the morning how you like to… ‘cuddle’?” I asked, putting air quotes around the word.
“There’s nothing wrong with snuggling,” she shot back defensively, blushing bright pink.
“I agree with that. But you take it to champion-level cuddling. Like, if there was a contest, you’d blow everyone else out of the water. You’re like a starfish. You know, how they have a bunch of limbs and all those little suction cups and they just—” I spread my fingers and made an obnoxious sucking sound.
Laughing, Mackenna grabbed my hand. “Oh, my God. I get it, okay?”
“So, you’ll wear it?”
She responded by turning her back to me, gathering her hair up so I could get to her neck. Just as I finished hooking the clasp, she said, “No one’s ever gotten me jewelry before.”
“Never?”
Shaking her head, she glanced at me over her shoulder. “Well, one Christmas my aunt gave me a silver heart locket, but I’m pretty sure it was a re-gift from the year before.”
“You deserve to have nice things.”
“You didn’t have to do all this.” She turned to face me while fiddling with the starfish.
“I gotta bring my A-game.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m poor.”
She giggled, and my favorite dimple appeared. “Stop saying that. Money isn’t everything. Besides, your extremely large ego makes up for it.”
“I’m really sorry I can’t take you out on a fancy date.”
“Jimmy.” Bringing her hand up to my face, Mackenna did that thing again where she rubbed her thumb over my bottom lip, and my heart gave a hard thump. “I’ll be honest with you. I don’t like extravagant dates. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t really like being around people all that much.” She looked around at the scenery, then her eyes found mine again. “This is the best.”
“There’s one last gift,” I told her, lifting the box of Magnums. I hoped getting them wasn’t too presumptuous, and it occurred to me that Mackenna might be sore from the night before.
When her lips parted, eyes flaring with lust, I knew I’d made the right decision. Taking it from my hands, she ripped it open and took out one of the small square packages.
“Whoa.” I stopped her and gestured to our dinner. “Don’t you want to eat first?”
With a sexy smile, she shook her head. “Pizza can wait.”
I set the pizza box on the dashboard before hopping out of the car, then I folded the back seat to make a large area for us to lie down.
As I spread out a fuzzy white blanket, I gave Mackenna a cocky look. “The saggin’ wagon has its perks, huh?”
Grinning, she crawled over the middle console into the back with me and held up the condom with raised eyebrows.
Amused by her eagerness, I quickly shed my clothes, thinking she would do the same. I was surprised when she simply removed her white cotton panties, then turned around on all-fours. She wiggled her sunflower-covered ass at me, and all I had to do was lift the dress to get the irresistible view.
Rolling on the condom, I ran a hand down her smooth backside before giving her ass a squeeze.
“Are you sure you want to do it like this?” I asked, giving my dick a tug as I looked at her glistening pussy.
Doggie-style was a fairly dominant position. I knew I broke down some major walls with her last night, but still. I didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t ready for.
She sat up and looked at me over her shoulder. “You don’t always have to be so careful with me. Not anymore.” Then she whispered, “Feel how wet I am, Jimmy.”
Well, okay then.
Reaching around the front of her body, my hand caressed the inside of her thigh before my fingers slid through her folds. She was drenched.
She fell back onto her hands and arched up, offering herself to me. I ran my tip along her slit, spreading her wetness around before I pushed into her heat.
It felt different with the condom on. Still really fucking good, though. This position made her pussy feel unbelievably tighter.
“Oh, my God,” she panted. “You’re going so deep.”
I didn’t bother telling her that I wasn’t even all the way in yet. Using my thumbs, I spread her apart, loving the way I could watch my dick pump in and out of her.
Once I was fully seated, I ground myself into her while rubbing tight circles over her clit.
When her body trembled and her pussy clamped down on my cock, her fists clenched the blanket as she screamed.
Energy spent, her languid body sagged until she was lying flat on her stomach. Locking our hands together above her head, I gave it to her in slow deep thrusts.
Her moans echoed through the air, but no one could hear it. Not out here.
I milked one more orgasm out of her before I let myself go, gasping and groaning against the side of her neck.
Afterward, we stayed in the back, our bodies intertwined as dusk turned into night. We kissed, talked, and laughed until hunger won out.
Then we ate cold pizza in the dark while listening to the radio.
And when Garth Brooks’ ‘To Make You Feel my Love’ came on, Mackenna let me lay my head in her lap while she sang.
I held onto her, rubbing my thumb over the smooth skin on her thigh while she ran her fingers through my hair.
In all my nineteen—almost twenty—years, it was the happiest moment of my life.
It was safe to say the date was a massive success.