She is my addiction. There’s no way I can walk away from this ride the same man I was going into it. She’s claimed a piece of me. I’ll never get it back. Truth be told, I don’t want to.

She reaches over to stroke my erection. “No, Doll. If you do that, I’m going to give Rex and Sass a show they’ll never forget. My self-control can only take so much, darlin’.”

She looks at me searching for the reassurance that I’m okay with this. I’m more than okay with this. My woman is in my arms, in my bed, satisfied, and safe. This is a moment to treasure.

“Sleep, Doll.” I whisper before kissing her gently and tucking her against me for the night.

27

Let Loose a Little

Don’t get used to this, I remind myself. This is a ride. Tripp has promised me nothing. Eventually, I will return to the coast and Tripp back to his home. Whatever it is we’re doing here, it won’t last. My chest tightens at the thought of not having Tripp with me. How will all of this play out?

We get up, dress, and head out. The road time is beginning to wear on all of us. No one is overly talkative this morning as we go through the motions and get back on the road.

We cross into Nevada. After a brief stop for breakfast, we’re on the road again. Wondering where we are heading, I can’t contain my wild desire to venture away from the plan. Stopping at a gas station, I can’t help myself. Climbing off the bike, I try for innocence when asking.

“Tripp, can we have one night in Vegas?”

Smiling at me, Tripp asks as he’s getting off the bike and stretching. “Did you just bat your eyelashes at me?”

“Depends. Did it work?” I laugh. “I promise not to get you drunk and take you off to the little white chapel. And no marriages done by an Elvis impersonator either.” I joke as I watch a serious expression cross his face at my words.

“Drunk or sober, this is one man that won’t be getting married anywhere, Vegas or not.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry. It was a joke in poor taste obviously.” I say barely above whisper, feeling deflated. “It was a dumb idea, forget I mentioned it.” And with that I walk away, going to the safety of the restroom.

Does he ever let loose? The only time Tripp seems to relax is when we’re fucking or he’s in bed holding me. How does he relax? All work and no play isn’t the way to live life. Even my dad knows how to unwind.

Going back outside, I silently get back on the bike. We pull away off to who knows where, since Tripp obviously didn’t take my request seriously. The day is winding down as we reach our destination. Pulling into the hotel, I’m stunned. In the distance I can see the lights of sin city. It’s so close, yet so far.