Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

the sky.
    "Yes, it is," I agreed, unsnapping my seatbelt to slide across the seat towards him. "A sign that God approves of premarital sex."
    Alan's gaze came to me; he raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Tiny Asian guys couldn't fuck in this cab," he said, "and we'd drown before we got to the bed. How do you intend to—"
    "We'll figure something out," I breathed against his lips and kissed him. He grabbed fists of my hair and kissed back, open-mouthed and fierce. I slid an arm behind him, pulled him against me, and he wrapped a leg around mine to grind against my hip.
    "Damn," I gasped, nipping at his neck. "You are horny!"
    "I said ," he panted, grabbing my ass and grinding harder. "Fuck, I need you, Lukas…"
    Things moved fast with grabs and gropes and gasps, but the seat didn't go back and it wasn't long enough to lie on and with the wheel there— I got my hand in the back of Alan's pants and pulled him against me but where to go from there— Alan muttered a curse and shoved me back against the seat and straddled my lap, his knees by my hips.
    "I'll take handjobs for 500, Alex," he breathed, both hands diving into my pants.
    "Alex better stay the fuck away from you or I'll kill him," I gasped and got his jeans open and my hands on him.
    "Oh fuck, death threats are so hot," Alan panted against my jaw as his hips jerked, pushing him against my hands. "Not gonna last, want you so much—"
    "We'll make it last later," I promised, grabbing his hair and kissing him. He planted his hands on my chest and fucked my hand; I let go of his hair to slide my fingers down the groove of his ass and tease him as he writhed. He gasped and moaned into my mouth and I took his sounds and sweet breaths as he rocked faster and faster. He suddenly got louder and I yanked my shirt up and he came hot on my stomach. He thrust into my hand a few more times, slowly, and then sagged against me.
    "Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, letting his head fall to my shoulder. His fingers painted in the come on my stomach and my breath hitched.
    "I remembered I only have one shirt," I whispered, and he snickered.
    "Give me a minute," he panted. "I'll get you, just…"
    "This is nice…" We'd fogged the windows. No surprise there. The sounds of rain on the truck had faded. "Told you it would ease off," I murmured, kissing the top of his head.
    "Asshole," he poked my stomach, "don't ever tell me 'I told you so' again!"
    "Stop doubting me and I won't have to," I murmured. He chuckled and slid his hands into my pants.
    "Now for—"
    Someone knocked on the driver's side window. Alan's head jerked up to stare at me, his hands jerked out of my underwear.
    "State Police," a voice said. "Are you all right?"
    Alan's eyes went wider. I swallowed hard and pushed his head down on the far side of my neck from the officer and held him there, then I leaned over and rolled the window down a few inches. Just enough to see a stern pair of eyes, dark eyebrows, and a wide-brimmed hat with rain cover.
    "We're fine, officer. Just— pulled over because I couldn't see to drive."
    "And then?" he asked. Rain pelted the plastic cover of his hat, tilted at just the right angle, as his eyes took in our positions on the seat. That was all he could see— the trench covered us both. "You realize there're laws against this sort of thing, young man?"
    "We… thought we might be here a while," I said as Alan twitched against me. "My father was an Indiana state trooper until he died in the line of duty. He used to always complain about people who wouldn't walk where they couldn't see but they'd try to drive there. So I… thought we'd just wait it out."
    "I don't think your father would like to see you ticketed for this, son." He tapped his hat in a casual salute. "Get yourselves put together and get back on the road. Carefully, please." He walked away.
    I rolled the window back up. Against my neck Alan snickered. "'You realize there's laws against this sort of thing, young man?'" He lifted his head, eyes dancing. "And you totally invoked your father on purpose! That was— Lukas, that was positively expedient ! I'm shocked! Appalled, even!"
    "Be shocked in your seatbelt," I ordered, kissing him quickly. "Let's go before he comes back."
    Alan snickered and got off me. I mopped up my stomach, fixed my clothes, and slid back into my seat while he took a napkin to the windshield. I turned on the defogger and wiped my window as he got the back one.
    "Sorry you didn't get a turn," Alan said as