All characters are over the age of 18.
If you've read any of my other stories, you know I'm a sucker for a happy ending. While 'guy gets the girl and the girl's now t-girl / former boyfriend' isn't exactly a Hallmark movie, it makes -me- happy. And, it makes me even more happy that you've read this far. No big drama or revelations in this chapter, just a one more steamy sexytime and maybe a neat bow to tie up the relationship status of our favorite, adorable throuple.
There may be a sequel to California Dreamin' at some point in the future, as I bet there's still lots of story left to tell. After eight chapters and more than a hundred thousand words though, this will wrap the first phase in Jack, Sloane, and Quinn's new shared life. Let me know in the comments if you'd be interested in a 'Part 2'.
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I woke, somehow still on the edge of my twin bed. I was
big spoon
in this narrow silverware drawer and had an arm draped over them. I carefully rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand. I grinned widely, seeing both pieces of good news I'd hoped for. Our luggage had arrived at the airport and was
out for delivery
, and more importantly, all the roads were open. I slid out of bed and stood to gaze at them, just watching them for a moment as they slept.
I padded into the kitchen and hugged my parents as they drank their coffee. It had taken some growing up on my part, and maybe a little vicarious experience with the girls' parents to realize how amazing mine really were. My few months away in California didn't feel much like
growing up,
but I knew now that it was.
They were grudgingly happy that our trip was back on, and gave me the usual speech about driving safely and
making good decisions
. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat with them. Sloane came out a while later in sweats, and still testing the structural integrity of my Zelda shirt. My mom gave her a bit of stink eye, but beamed when Sloane kissed the top of my head and hugged me around the shoulders.
I left the two of them sitting there, chatting about something I'd immediately tuned out. I went back to my room to start gathering our stuff. Quinn was already dressed and had nearly finished, neatly re-packing everything we'd brought in.
Packed and loaded up, we hugged my parents goodbye in the driveway. The girls gushed at their hospitality and for
creating Jack
.
Wow, that's not awkward at all...
My cheeks flushed as I separated myself and climbed into the driver's seat. I watched my dad nod appreciatively as the large V8 roared to life. We all waved as we pulled away.
"Whew, glad that's over with," I said.
"Your parents are amazing," said Sloane, "be nice."
"Yes,
they're just the best ever
... but they're still my parents. Great visit, but it was long enough. And I'm a little eager to get where we're we going."
"No argument there." She pulled out her phone and punched our destination into the large navigation screen. "Just over a hundred miles, that's not too bad."
"It'll be longer with the snow, but yeah, not bad." I gazed out the window, actually glad for the change in weather. LA's sunshine was nice, but something about the overcast sky and lightly falling snow was calming. I snapped out of my reverie when I heard a noise from the back seat.
"Ooohhh..." Quinn's voice drifted forward. "These seats have
massage."
I glanced in the mirror. She'd reclined the captain's char and was slowly writhing against the soft leather. Sloane raised an eyebrow.
"Go on," I grinned. "I don't mind being the chauffeur for you lovely ladies. Just remember this later..." I added.
Sloane undid her seatbelt and climbed into the second row. After a moment of fiddling with the myriad buttons, she was similarly enamored with the plush seats. I looked back again and smiled at them, holding hands over the armrest.
We made our way east, traffic moving well, but at about half the speed limit over the plowed and packed snow. The Land Rover amazingly didn't even register that we were driving on anything other than dry pavement. I set the cruise control and just gazed out the window as the familiar landscape rolled by. The snow blanketing everything was still clean, not yet to the dirty road-spray color it probably would be in a few days. Even without direct sunlight, everything gleamed bright and white.
I was partially transported back to my childhood as we drove, sitting in the back seat of my parents car. There was something exciting about making a trip in the snow, especially near the first part of the season where it was still magical and new. Everyone took their time and marveled at the way it completely changed things, obscuring the sharp edges and making things softer.
My reverie was cut short as I heard a wet
slurping
noise from the back, mingled with a low moan that was definitely familiar. I adjusted my angle to look in the mirror. Sloane had leaned over the armrest, her head in Quinn's lap and her lips stretched around her cock. My own responded in kind.
"Jesus, you two..." I scolded playfully. "It's a good thing the windows are tinted." We were just happening to be passing a semi on our right.
"You want some next?" said Quinn, between happy sounds.
"Raincheck," I said, adjusting my growing hard-on. "Don't wanna kill us..."
"Smart," said Sloane, briefly coming up for air.
Another slow gasp told me she had slid back down Quinn's shaft.
"Oh, yeah..." she cooed. "Just like that."
I found it increasingly hard to pay attention to the road and finally forced my eyes forward. A series of
oohs
and
fuck yesses
a moment later telegraphed what was happening. I listened as Quinn's bare ass slapped against the soft leather in time with her thrusting, before tapering off.
They sat up and leaned over to kiss. I allowed myself a glance in the rearview to see their tongues lapping at each other.
"I love it when you
share
," said Quinn, licking her lips as they pulled apart.
I was fully hard and trusting the cruise control to do the job of my currently incapacitated right leg.
"Sorry," said Sloane, "that wasn't nice."