Free Ride It Out by Aden Lowe, Ashley Wheels Page A

all the guys? We got too caught up the other night for me to give her any real explanation of why I had to run out that one afternoon without any notice. I’ll figure it out. I toss everything to the end of the couch, and transfer.
    Halfway to the door, I realize I'm forgetting something very important. Maybe there's some still in the nightstand. My damn footrest catches on the doorframe as I swing into my room, forcing me to back up and try again. And when I get there, I find nothing but a damn empty condom box in the nightstand.
    There's no help for it. I'll have to go in town. Cursing my lack of foresight, I head for the truck. Should have taken care of that when I went to the grocery store, but months of not needing them had become a habit.
    The convenience store isn't far, so it only takes a couple minutes to drive there and I make it inside in record time. A quick look around confirms it. Assholes keep the condoms behind the counter. Fuck me.
    Some jerk stands at the register, scratching off his fucking lottery tickets, all in my way. "Excuse me, man."
    Dude gives me a nasty look but steps aside so I can roll up. The clerk is maybe twenty, some scraggly-assed beard looking thing sprouting on his face. "Yeah?"
    "Give me a box of Trojan Mags."
    Fucking clerk laughs out loud. "Yo man, you dreamin', or what?"
    Fury rolls through me. "Nah, man, your girlfriend is waiting in my truck to see what a real man can give her. She got tired of letting a teeny-bopper grope her. Now hurry the fuck up."
    He scowls but gets the box and takes my money. I roll out and put the crap out of my head.
    Just a few minutes and I’m at Anne’s place. I see her, sitting there on the porch, her hair down, and blowing in the wind. The vision of her there, like an angel, holds me frozen. The last bit of sun shine gives her skin a slight glow. She's fucking gorgeous.
    She must sense someone watching her, because she turns toward me then. As soon as she realizes it’s me, she gives me the smile that I’ve come to love seeing. Had she been waiting for me?.
    “Blake!” She races to meet me at the bottom of the ramp, her chair going at a reckless pace.
    “Hey slow down, I’m not going anywhere.” I laugh a little. She’s so full of life, I can’t help being happy when she’s near. Intoxicating. That's what she is.
    She sort of skids to a stop and throws her arms around me the best she can. I pull back a little and kiss her softly. She’s wearing something different than the dress from earlier. I look at her, giving her a questioning glance up and down. I stop right at her waist, and move my hands down to see if she really listened..“Oh sweet Anne, you left them off. I was just thinking about you, about how wet you'll be later on when I'm kissing you and touching you." I let my lips brush her earlobe and lower my voice. "A few minutes ago I held your panties to my face and came, thinking about you and all the things I want to do with you."
    The little whimper she makes has me hard all over again, and I hope she's as hot as I am. But for the moment, I'll have to be patient. As much as want her to stay like this, I don’t want any of the guys getting a glimpse of her. That’s the one thing that sets me apart from the other guys. They don’t mind sharing, unless they officially claim a woman as their ol’ lady. I don’t share, ever, and Anne’s all mine. I'll kill any man that tries to get near her.
    “Go put something on, babe. I got some company that’s going to be arriving soon." I draw back to look into her eyes and make sure she gets how serious this is. "And Anne, when they get here, understand, you’re mine. Got it? You don't leave my side, not for anything.” It might sound harsh, but I need her to understand I’m not fucking around.
    “Company? Uhh. Okay, I’ll go put something else on. It's getting kind of chilly out with the sun down anyways.” She sounds very shy again. I can only guess she wonders who’s coming to