Chapter 43: Car Games

A dozen bars and several hours later, nobody was feeling any pain. Julianna had Michael drop her brothers off at their respective houses, then told him to head for the homestead. To his credit, Michael didn’t even blink an eye. As the car glided through the night, Julianna raised the privacy panel, and snuggled up next to Richie. Tico was asleep across from her, head resting on the door, snoring lightly. Jon and Dave were talking about something or other – she couldn’t make it out – and weren’t paying any attention to them. She absently stroked Richie’s leg, tracing random patterns with her fingers.

“Hey, baby,” Richie whispered, looping an arm around Julianna’s shoulders. “You’re making my pants tight.”

Julianna giggled. “You mean tighter, right? Want me to say I’m sorry? Well, I’m not.” She tilted her head up to look into Richie’s eyes, and pulled his head down for a deep kiss. A couple minutes later, she realized the drone of voices had subsided. Breaking the kiss, she looked up, and saw that all the others were asleep. “How soundly do they sleep?”

“Huh? Why?” Richie’s beer-tinged brain was a little fuzzy, but eventually he caught on. His eyes went wide when he realized why Julianna was asking. “Um,” he said, “pretty soundly; how far away are we from the house?”

Julianna’s pulse jumped, and she moved so she was sitting across Richie’s lap. “About half an hour.”

Richie thought for a moment. “Give ‘em another five minutes, and if they haven’t moved, it’ll take an explosion to wake them.” He saw Julianna’s wide smile, and chuckled. “Bad choice of phrase.”

“Oh, to the contrary, my dear,” she said, her voice dripping honey. “That was a perfect choice of phrase. I can be quiet if you can.” She kissed him deeply, feeling the evidence of his desire against her ass.

“Jesus, Julianna, you’re killing me.”

“Is that bad, baby?” she asked, pouting prettily.

“God, no. It’s all good,” Richie replied.

“In that case,” Julianna said, grinning wickedly, “I’ll tell you that I’m commando under this skirt.”

Richie’s eyes narrowed as they darkened. “I don’t believe you,” he said. “I’ll have to make you prove it.”

Glancing once more at the others, Julianna asked, her voice thick with passion, “Has it been five minutes yet?” She grabbed Richie’s hand, and guided it up under her skirt. His fingers trailed lightly up her thigh until he had his proof. Tickling her curls, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Julianna reached between them to unfasten Richie’s jeans. Easing his erection from the tight denim, she groaned. He was commando, too.

Richie shifted Julianna to straddle him. Slowly, she lowered onto him. Her eyes rolled back at the contact, and she latched her mouth onto Richie’s neck, biting lightly. Rocking with the motion of the car, Julianna silently moved over Richie. She could feel the power in the hands holding her waist, controlling her movements. She felt his hands tighten as his breath hitched. Her own breathing was ragged – she’d been on the verge of orgasm for hours now. Just being around Richie excited her. Julianna chuckled softly when he was unable to contain a low growl when he came. She kissed him as she teetered on the edge, and then joined Richie on the fall.

Julianna tunneled her fingers through Richie’s hair, holding his head while she kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, holding her to him, and kissed her back with such passion, it caught her off guard. She let out a contented sigh. Across the car, they heard Jon snort softly in his sleep. Neither moved for a few moments; waiting to see if he was going to wake up. When he didn’t, they giggled softly, and had to struggle to get themselves under control. The car slowed, hastening their efforts, and making Julianna move to disengage herself. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a wad of Kleenex, and silently handed some to Richie, while she did the best she could on herself.

They were just rearranging their clothes when the car slowed to a halt outside the main house. Julianna lowered the privacy panel. “Michael, we’re going to be a few minutes; the others are asleep, and we have to rouse them.”

“No problem, Ms. C.,” he responded.

Julianna scooted across the backseat to sit next to Tico and touch his cheek gently. “Hey, Teek, wake up,” she said. He groaned and shifted, but didn’t open his eyes.

“Rrrrr. ‘S up, querido?” he answered, groggily, turning to wrap his arms around Julianna and nuzzle her neck.

“We’re back, and I can’t carry you into the house,” Julianna said, giggling softly. “And, if you don’t get your hands and mouth off of me, Rich is going to kick your ass. And I’ll call your wife.”

Tico’s eyes flew open, and he released his hold on Julianna. “Jesus, sorry. I was having a hell of a dream.” He smiled at Julianna, who was still giggling. “OK, I’m up. Gimme a minute.” He stretched and scrubbed his hands over his face and into his hair, making it stand up on end. He looked around at his friends, and saw Jon and Dave pretty much passed out. “How long have they been out?”

“’Bout half an hour,” Richie answered. “Think we can wake them?”

“Hell, yeah,” Tico said, laughing a little. He reached over, and clamped his hand over Jon’s nose and mouth. A few seconds later, Jon’s eyes flew open, and his own hands flailed out. Tico just laughed.

“Jesus, man,” Jon growled. “There’s got to be a better way to get my attention.”

“There is, but dude, I’m a dude. I’m not going there with you.”

Jon laughed, and elbowed Dave roughly. “Get up, we’re back,” he said.

“Ow, bitch!” Dave’s eyes opened slowly, and he groaned. “Man, can’t we sleep in the car? I don’t think I can move.”

Julianna just laughed at them. Except for her brothers, she had never seen a group of men so at home with each other. “C’mon, Dave, your bed awaits,” she said.

“Yeah, but it’s empty,” he complained.

Richie laughed, “You’d be in no position to do anything even if it were occupied. You’ve had way too much to drink, my friend.”

“Shut up, man, you’re one to talk. How much did you have to drink?”

“Not enough to, shall we say, dampen my enthusiasm?” He looked at Julianna and winked.

Jon groaned at Richie. “Oh, man, you didn’t, did you?” He took in the look on Richie’s face, and Julianna’s blush. He shook his head, chuckling. “Oh, Christ, you did! Jesus, man, you’re a piece of work.”