“Where are you going?” Eli asked.

Miranda zipped her suitcase. “For starters, I think I’ll drive up the coast to Oregon and Washington.”

“Will you miss me?” He took her in his arms and kissed her long and slow, his tongue playing for time.

“Of course,” she said when they came up for air. “But this isn’t goodbye. We’ll hook up again when it’s safe.” She ran her fingertips along the growing bulge in his jeans. “How about a quickie for the road?”

Eli pushed up her skirt and pulled down her panties. When Miranda stepped out of them, he held them to his nose and inhaled her scent. “I’m keeping these to remember you by.”

Giggling, Miranda started unfastening his fly, but he grabbed her hand. “C’mon outside.”

“It’s raining,” she protested.

He led her to her car and opened a back door. “Get in.”

“You want to do it in the car?”

“You’ll be spending a lot of time in this car—I want it to hold fond memories for you.”

As Miranda crawled into the back of the Kia, her skirt hiked up around her hips.

“I haven’t had sex in a car since high school, for good reason,” she complained. “We’d have been a lot more comfortable in bed.”

Eli slipped his hand between her legs, thumbed her clit, and slid a finger inside her. Instantly she stopped grumbling and spread her legs, giving him a good view of her pussy. As her fluids started flowing, he slipped in another finger.

“Are we having fun yet?” he asked.

“Mmmmm…”

With his other hand he unzipped his jeans, took out his cock, and stroked it. He’s ambidextrous, she mused. She rearranged herself so she could suck him while he continued fingering her slit. As his pre-come oozed into her mouth, he pulled a condom package from his pocket and tore it open with his teeth.

Miranda straddled him. Trying not to bang her head on the car’s roof, she rode him until she thought she’d split right up the middle. As she felt the familiar rush to the finish, Eli moaned and came with her.