She blushes slightly and nods. “You’re right. They haven’t.”
“Though we should leave now, we’ve lingered here too long.” I stand. “Don’t worry. We’ll get him there; hopefully, he keeps his word.”
Amelia beams at me. “Thank you for listening to me and trusting me.”
I smile down at her. “I’ll try my best to listen to you in the future. Now I need to call the key player in all of this.”
Amelia looks at me confused, and I smile mischievously. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? There’s only one person suited to get him in, around, and out of South America?”
“Joel?” she asks hesitantly.
“No, Dom,” I say, taking out my phone and dialing his number.
Chapter 29 - Amelia
It feels kind of surreal that we have a plan now. I mean, it’s not a plan that’s going to take effect soon, but it will eventually, and then one day, we can return to New York.
I don’t know, though. My gut tells me that traveling the road with Frankie will be much better than us being stifled by the hustle and bustle of the city. He doesn’t have to be as busy when we’re on the road, and we can make lots of stops together.
I’m packing up the last of my things, and he comes to my door. “You nearly ready?”
“Yes, I just need to throw some things in my overnight bag, and we can go,” I say. “Frankie,” I call as he turns away. He turns to me, so I ask, “Do you really think this could work?”
Frankie smiles and comes over to me, hugging me. I breathe in his musky scent and sigh.
“We’ll have to be patient, but it will eventually happen. Soon we won’t have to drive from city to city and hide away from the world. We can live normal lives.” He kisses my head, and I beam up at him. “Now get finished. We’ve already stayed here way too long. I want to get on the road before the sun sets.”
I finish packing and bring my luggage out to our new SUV. Frankie insisted we travel in a bit more comfort and let me pick out the next car. I love it.
He loads the luggage into the trunk, and I climb into the passenger seat. I buckle myself in and sit back. I think about how nice it was when we hit the road initially, and I’m excited about our road trip now. We have a few stops along the way, and Frankie has promised we can even stop at some tourist attractions. New York business will be taken care of by other family members, and Frankie will just call in to check on things every now and then.
The open road is beautiful, and I connect my phone to the car radio so I can play some rock music. Even Frankie bops his head to some of the songs I play while I enthusiastically sing my heart out.
When I put on some more casual, calm music, I rest my hand on his upper thigh, stroking the small patch of leg gently. I don’t know why, but I really want to just be consumed by him at this moment. I stroke a little higher, and his hand reaches down and moves my hand to his knee. “I’m driving,” he chides me.
I blush. “A little fun never hurt anyone.”
But I don’t raise my hand again. Instead, I browse through my phone to find songs about having sex and blast them on the radio, singing them to him, hoping he catches my drift. He smiles but doesn’t look at me or mention anything. I flop back into my seat and blow my fringe out my face.
When we get to a gas station, I buy a hot dog and eat it as slowly as possible, fitting as much of the dog into my mouth as I can, right in front of him. I’m trying everything to turn my man on, but his dick doesn’t even flicker at the sight of me sucking on the sausage. He pumps gas and pays, and we’re on our way again.
When we reach the hotel, he checks us in, and once we’re in our room, I rearrange the fruit bowl. A banana and two apples, and while I leave that for him to find, I go dress in the sexiest underwear I have in my bag. Although it’s notthatsexy, it should do the trick.
I wrap myself in a robe and hear his laugh echo through the room.
I walk out to see him chuckling at the bowl of fruit. “Did you do this, or are the hotel staff a bit questionable?”
I grin. “Oh, it was me. I thought maybe we could have some fun.”
He looks down at me and grins. “You’ve been at this a while. We need to sleep.”
I start to protest, but he puts his finger to my lips. “No, no, we need to sleep. We’re leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow, especially if you want to see that museum.”
I pout. “Fine, but Frankie…”
He raises an eyebrow at me as I say, “We don’t have to sleep in separate beds, you know.”
He chuckles. “We’re taking it slow, remember?”