23. Ice On The Road

DARREN

After I finish pushing my semi-hard dick back in my pants, I run a hand through my hair and step out of the car, leaving Evangeline inside to finish dressing.

"Everyone alright?" the officer asks, looking over the car that I hadn't even had a chance to assess what, if any, damage had happened after careening off the highway.

The car sits in the uneven section of dirt and grass on the side of the highway. I can't help but notice how close we are to the crop of trees.

"Yeah, just a little ice on the road."

The cop, who looks to be around the same age as me, looks over the vehicle with a skeptical eye. "Anyone been drinking?" he questions.

I shake my head. "No." Which is actually true. If he'd have asked me any other time, I don't think I'd be able to safely say that I would pass a breathalyzer test. In fact, I can't remember the last time I'd had a drink.

"Anyone else in the vehicle?" He looks through the back window, but the tint prevents him from seeing inside.

He heads to the passenger side and my armpits start to sweat as I follow him.

"My wife." I meet him just as she opens the door, jeans on, shirt buttoned, hair a little windblown, but fucking gorgeous as usual.

She steps out of the vehicle and I hold my hand out to her while the cop looks her over.

"Is everything okay?" She looks between me and the cop.

"We got reports that someone fitting this vehicle"s description was driving erratically on the freeway," he states.

I try hard not to roll my eyes while the cop tries to look through the open door, but I shut it. Not that I have anything to hide, but I don't need this to be on the evening news – I can almost see the headline, senator's son arrested for fucking his wife on side of road.

"Ice on the road, like I said."

"Do you mind if I search the car?"

I've done nothing wrong, and he can't prove that I was the one driving erratically. If I protest, it'll make this take longer and I just want to get home.

"Go ahead." I wave at the car.

"Anything in here I should know about first?" he inquires, and I'm not sure what he's expecting to find, but it is the south.

"No, I mean, not unless you're going to write up a ticket for being messy," I joke, but his straight face tells me he's not in the joking mood.

Evangeline and I lean against the trunk of the car while he starts poking around.

I give Evangeline an annoyed look.

"What?"

"If you had kept your greedy hands to yourself…" I shake my head, but I can't help noticing how sexy she looks when she's freshly fucked.

"Then I wouldn't have had the best car fuck of my life." She gives me a not so innocent grin.

"You fuck in cars often?" I raise a discerning eyebrow.

"Don't you?" she questions, sarcastically.

I shake my head and laugh, crossing my arms over my chest. My wife is dirty and I love it.

"I'm trying to be a respectable man of society, but you keep corrupting me," I tease, unable to keep the grin off my face.

"I was trying to take your mind off things," she shrugs.

"You certainly accomplished that."

Evangeline hooks her thumb towards the cop. "Should I call Alistair to pick you up from jail?" she muses with a sweet but cunning smile.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I bet he'd like that. Return the favor and all." She folds her arms over her chest.

"He would gloat about it for weeks – months maybe," I groan.

Evangeline shakes her head and laughs.

I look towards the trees again noticing they're only a few feet away. "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if something happened to you."

"I know." She lays a hand on my arm and the heat of her palm cuts through the chilly winter air.

"I'm sorry you didn't get the answers you wanted," she apologizes.

"It's not your fault." I scratch the back of my head. "I guess I was hoping Ethel had a long memory, but even she didn't know much about the arrest."

"Maybe it's not important. Maybe it doesn't have anything to do with why your father didn't speak to him," she pauses. "Sometimes there isn't any one defining moment, but a culmination of events in which parents disappoint us."

Evangeline knows this better than anyone and maybe she's right. I'm focusing on something that doesn't matter anymore. "I just thought if I knew, I'd have a better understanding of my father." I shrug.

The car door shuts, and I hear the crunch of the officer"s shoes on the gravel as he rounds the car.

"I could arrest you for public indecency, but…"

"What?" I can't help how high pitch my voice sounds.

"If you want to have sex, I suggest finding a hotel room, not the side of the highway," he warns modestly. He looks at Evangeline and his cheeks turn an unnatural shade of pink, and not because of the crisp winter air.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I scoff, shaking my head.

"Panties on the floorboard say otherwise."

I raise my eyebrows. "You didn't put your panties back on?" I ask through gritted teeth.

She shrugs apologetically. "I didn't have time."

"Look, I have better things to do then arrest people for having a little fun in their car," the officer explains. "However, if I catch you driving like a lunatic on my highway again, I won't hesitate to give you a reckless driving ticket."

I roll my eyes and slump against the trunk of the car.

The officer gets back in his truck, and as soon as he merges onto the highway, Evangeline doubles over in fits of giggles.

"You find this amusing?" I ask, but I can't help liking the sound of her girlish giggles.

"The look on your face was priceless when he said public indecency! Oh, God, I thought you were going to faint," she giggles.

I tug her close to me, feeling her body shake against mine.

"Be careful, Evangeline, or I will fuck that sweet cunt of yours while I bend you over the trunk."

"You wouldn't dare," she tests me.

"It would be worth a hundred tickets."