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“I know.” He kisses my nose and we both get up.
Dallas is getting used to how early I get up. Most days I run for a few miles or swim, but he’s thrown my schedule out of whack. Not that I mind. I get my cardio riding Dallas’s dick more days than not. I’m not sure it’s better for me than running, but it’s a hell of a lot more fun.
Kendra’s pulling muffins from the oven when we join her in the kitchen. We promised Hayden we’d pick him up on the way to the RV lot. Dallas texts him that we’re heading his way once Kendra gets the muffins in a box. We’re fancy like that. Home-baked goods are the best.
I give the apartment one last sweep and engage our heavy duty security measures before we head out to pick up Hayden.
27
DALLAS
When Casey’s ready for something, he’s ready. He doesn’t let any of us dilly dally when we head out to the RV lot that houses their fancy rig. All four of us packed up last night. Me and Hayden got the tour, which was a whole thing, but Casey thrived on it answering all our questions. Then, of course, Casey and I fucked once Hayden and Kendra left us. It was pretty epic until we had to clean stray cum from the couch.
“So, who drives this thing?” Hayden asks once we’re all inside the RV and everything is all situated.
“I do,” Casey says and settles into the driver’s seat.
“So do I,” Kendra says. She nods for me to sit next to Casey.
The front window is massive. It’s as if there’s a bay window in front of me. We’re so high up compared to everything else and I’m not sure how I like this, but I trust Casey even in this.
Kendra and Hayden take their spots behind us. Hayden sprawling out on the couch, Kendra sliding into one of the dinette seats.
Casey takes a deep breath. “So.” Casey’s voice is loud and I realize he’s wearing a mic and the entire RV is rigged up with speakers. “We kinda owe you two the entire double cult story.”
Hayden snorts and throws a blanket over himself, getting cozy, and it makes me laugh.
“But before we start,” Kendra says, also mic’d up. “For some of the parts to make sense, you have to know I was assigned male at birth. I don’t hate the boy from my past. He kept me alive. But I’ve always been Kendra.”
“Thank you for sharing.” I’m not sure what else there is to say. Kendra’s a brave woman to be living her truth, and I admire her for it.
“Yeah,” Hayden says. “It means a lot that you’re trusting us with this.”
“I just didn’t want you to get confused on a few bits and bobs in the story. This way, things aren’t awkward. I’m going to mostly sit here and listen while Casey gives you the rundown.”
I nod and tighten my seat belt. The engine roars to life, and I realize why the microphone and speakers. It’s not overly loud, but enough it would be difficult to hear anything.
“Give me some time to get into a groove and I’ll start our sordid tale.”
I snort and wish I wasn’t so damn far away from him. I want to hold his hand and kiss him.
My heart pounds as Casey maneuvers us from the lot and gets us on the road. My hands are sweaty and Casey looks over at me with a smirk.
“You okay over there?” he asks.
“Yeah, just never been in an RV. It’s a bit nerve wrecking sitting up here.”
“Don’t worry, we have roadside assistance in case we need it.”
The road is smooth and I settle in. A few times, people zip in front of us and I grip the armrests. I’d say I don’t know how Casey is so calm, but it’s Casey.
About twenty minutes into the drive, Casey starts.
“I don’t remember my mom.”
My heart already sinks for Casey.
“She left me in Charles’s care when I was like two. Or four. I don’t know. I just know I had a mom, then I didn’t.”
