Would they really know?
No.
I’m thinking about it.
The music’s blaring, Landon’s making out with Macy, yeah, they’d never know.
My dick throbs for some sort of relief as Madison wiggles against me again. The friction she creates sends a jolt through my body and I’m weak.
I throw my head back slightly, my hat pulled down low enough that no one can see my face, even Madison. It’s only shadows in this car, the only illumination coming from the oncoming vehicles and the dashboard.
Landon laughs, noticing what’s happening and hangs over the middle seat to smack the back of my head. His shirt is gone now, no surprise, his pants unbuttoned. “You two gonna start fuckin’, or what?”
I shove him back over the seat when Madison straightens up in the seat reaching for the six pack beside her. There’s laughter all around us as Steven tells us all to get our seatbelts on. We do.
We’re on the road all of twenty minutes when Landon opens his third beer, Madison’s on her fourth. I’ve had one but I’m waiting. I don’t want to be drunk when I propose but I also don’t want her to be either. I take the beer from her and set it in the cup holder. “Slow down, baby.” I say in her ear because the music is too loud. It’s thumping in my chest, feeding the adrenaline still coursing through me.
She smiles and lets me take it from her.
My plan is to drag her out to the beach when we get there and propose under the stars. Well not under the stars because of the rain but she’ll appreciate the gesture despite that.
Madison reaches in her purse and pulls out a joint, lighting it. She smokes. Has for a while. I don’t mind and during the off season, I do too.
Sometimes. It can be relaxing.
Landon looks back when the smoke drifts around him, peeling his face from Macy’s long enough to reach for the joint Madison hands him.
“Put your clothes back on!” Macy tells him, shoving his shoulder.
Landon laughs and grabs his flannel but doesn’t button it. “I’ll be takin’ yours off soon.”
December 5, 2010
It’s just after two in the morning, and we’re on Sunset Highway just outside Buxton, Oregon. Madison didn’t listen when I asked her to slow down. She slowed down for a while but there’s no stopping her. She’s so drunk she can barely keep her eyes open but she’s laughing at Landon who’s standing on the console to hang out the sunroof. The same place I just got her down from. I don’t know why these two are so crazy at times but I know it has to do with them not being able to wait until we get to the beach house.
Madison falls against my chest, her seatbelt’s off, but she’s telling me she’s putting it back on. I make her swear and I whisper what I’m going to do to make her put it on. My hand is between her legs, I’m showing her alright. When she’s still laughing, I push my hand down the front of her jeans to find the wetness I’m craving.
Oh yeah, I’m fucking showing her.
“Landon, get back in the car!” Macy grabs his flannel shirt tugging on it, begging and pleading with her wild boy. There’s no stopping him, he’s dancing around to the music and knocking into Steven. He leans down and grabs the joint from Madison. Headlights shine with an oncoming car, so bright reflecting off of the damp roads that it blinds us all. Madison kisses me and then jumps over the middle seat to hang out of the sunroof with Landon.
I’m nervous. I don’t like what could happen with them up there. Neither one of them are thinking right now. Someone needs to be in control here because they most certainly are not.
“Grab her.” I tell Macy. She shrugs and tries but I know it’s not easy when they’re like this.
Steven glances up and bumps Madison’s leg. “Get down, Mad.”
Unbuckling my seatbelt I lean over the center seat. “Madison!” I try to reach for her but my hand hits her foot.
“Landon, get down!” Alexa yanks on his jeans. “You’re gonna get hurt up there.” He looks up and sees the car coming and tries to get down. I can’t see what’s happening in the front seat but I hear Steven yell when Madison falls into his shoulder.
Madison moves back on Macy’s lap, laughing, her arms wrapped around her neck. Macy laughs too but I can tell she’s just as nervous as I am.
“Landon, get it! It’s burning my back!” Steven yells, the car swerves into the oncoming lane when Landon falls down on Steven and then onto Macy’s lap in the second row seats.
The blow happens so sudden, so loud that everything stops. Instantly.
It’s loud, metal on metal and then glass and screams.