Run To You

Chapter 27

"Kirstie, wake up," I kiss her forehead, and her eyes flutter open.
"Why," she groaned, and rolled over.
"We go home."
"I don't want to travel."
"You get to see Olaf. Also I packed your bags," I kissed her forehead, and she sits up. She runs her foot up my leg, and I jerk back my leg. Her toes are freezing.
"Sorry, I was trying to be sexy," she giggled.
"Your toes are FREEZING! If you are going to try to be sexy, please don't rub your frigid feet on me."
"Okay," she giggled.
We get up and go to check out. We see Kevin and Tori at check out. Kevin meekly smiles and apologizes. Kirstie and him hug, and we go our separate ways. Kirstie hops in the car, makeup bag in hand.
"What are you doing?" I laugh.
"I don't have makeup on!" she giggled.
"You don't have to impress me."
"Well, I want to put it on."
"In the car?"
"I guess so," she shrugs, and I pull the makeup bag away from her. I put it next to my feet, and she glares at me.
"You're perfect no matter what."
She blushes. "I look ratchet."
"Oh, please. You could seduce me without any makeup."
"You would do it any time."
"I'm actually not in the mood. I bet you couldn't make me want some tonight!"
"I bet I could!"
"Is this happening?"
"You're on, Kaplan." I hoot goofily, and she giggles.
She reaches over and curls one of my messy black curls from under my beanie in her fingers. She releases, and traces my jaw. She lets her hand linger down my neck, shoulder, arm. She takes back her hand. I have to stay strong. This is a bet at first I would be willing to lose, but I would never live it down. Like the time we were at the hotel and I tried to use the key, but it was actually my debit card. I stop at a gas station, because Kirstie had to pee (always). I go and grab a bag of chips and two drinks. A water for me, and a Diet Coke for Kirstie (she's addicted). She comes out of the bathroom, and we check out. She laces her hand with mine and smiles up at me. It's literally the most cute/endearing/sexy thing I've ever seen. She bites her bottom lip and blushes, since I was staring at her. I take a deep breath, and walk her back to the car. She kisses my cheek, down my jawline and neck. I put the car in drive, and speed off. Kirstie puts on the radio, and is dancing. I don't think she was trying to win the bet right now, but if she was and even tried a little harder, we would be pulling over.
"Hey babe," I say.
"Yeah?"
"Can you feed me the chips? I'm hungry and I need to drive."
"Sure," she looks down at the package. "Barbecue?"
"Duh."
She leans in close to my ear, "You're the sexiest dork to ever walk the planet."
"Thanks," I smirk, and eat the chip from between her fingers. We drive, Kirstie flirting. I focus on the road. Win the bet. Win the bet. We arrive home, and go pick up Olaf. Their reunion is almost too adorable, not helping the bet. Kirstie stands up, and I admire her. Her curves, her hair. She meets my eyes and smirks.
"Are you having a hard time with the bet?" she whispered in a low, seductive voice.
"Nope," I smile at her, and drive off. We arrive home, and we place our suitcases in the bedroom, because we will be using them for tour, and we are already packed. I sit on the couch and turn it to Netflix. I put on "The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt", and kick my feet up on the ottoman. Kirstie walks out wearing her cotton shorts and a loose tank top. She doesn't have a bra on, and is currently smirking at me from the doorway. She comes and sits side-saddle on my lap and kisses my jawline. She nips and sucks, causing me to moan.
"You are so going to lose."
I met her lips, and she took my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged. I closed my eyes, and she shifted her weight so she was straddling me. She kissed me, mouth wide open, and our tongues danced. She rocked her hips, and beast replaced man. I picked her up bridal style, no longer caring about the bet, and carried her into the bedroom.