The Trans AM
By Bonnie James

Rating: NC-17 (yummy sex!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Mark (duh) and I am Bonnie!
Distribution: Help yourself, just let me know where

Bonnie had been sitting in front of the computer for hours. A scatter of glasses and food wrappers surrounded her because she had been at it for the last week steady. Between trying to manage her small ranch and get ready for her college finals she was losing her mind. She finished another breeding booking for her stallion and sent an e-mail to the owners of the mare to confirm. She slumped back into her chair and sighed, sipped her glass of ice tea and ran a hand through her hair. She looked out the window at the pretty rolling fields, the forest to the west, and the deserts to the north. She loved it here in Texas.
Mark stood in the doorway and watched her, he smiled. She looked so gorgeous sitting there, fully concentrated. Her hair was in a high pony tail but a few curls escaped around her neck. Very short cut off jean shorts showed off her perfectly sculpted legs, paid for by years and years of riding. A short black halter top revealed her firm tummy and accentuated her naturally voluptuous breasts. He watched her relax and take a drink. He chose this moment to make his presence known. "Hey" he said, she turned and smiled upon hearing his soft, sexy drawl.
"Hey". As she watched he walked forward to her, then brought his hand out from behind his back, presenting a huge bouquet of 24 long stem roses. "Oh Mark..." She started as her heart melted. He grinned. "Happy anniversary baby girl." He said, handing them to her. Confused, she looked at him.
"Anniversary? But its only been 2 and a half months?" He grinned.
"No, its been a year..."
"A year?" He grinned again, she had no clue what he was talking about.
"We met today, last year at Judgment Day on May 21st." She looked at the calendar
"Oh my god you're right!" She laughed and jumped up and hugged him. "How could I forget, oh honey I can't believe you remembered!" He smiled and followed her to the kitchen of their beautiful 281 year old ranch home. He bought it because it felt like home. It felt like her. She passed the flowers to him while she reached up and opened the cupboard to pull down a beautiful antique vase. She filled it with water and started putting the flowers in it nicely. "These are so gorgeous, I can't believe you remembered and I for-" She stopped as she pulled a small box from the center of the bouquet. It was wrapped in rose design paper, she glanced at him curiously, he was grinning like a kid who had just picked a flower for a girl for the first time. "Mark-" She began as she started to unwrap the box. "What have you been up to?" He grinned
"Keep going." She got to the plain brown box and opened it, expecting jewelry. She unfolded the tissue paper and stared at what she saw confused, but then her eyes sparkled with excitement. There was a single key, on a key chain that was simply a "Firebird", the design on the hood of old Trans Ams. Bonnie had always ALWAYS been madly in love with Trans Ams but never had one. Mark smiled at her reaction thus far. "Close your eyes" He demanded. She did and he took her hand and led her down the hall, out to the porch. She held the key in her other hand. "Okay, open them." She did, and covered her mouth and started to cry, lost for words. There, in front of her, was her dream car, a mint condition 1977 Special Edition T-Top Trans Am. It was black with a gold firebird on the hood.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." She turned and looked at him. He looked very satisfied and very happy with her response. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, barely whispering. "Thank you." Her eyes filled with wonder, how could he know that was her dream car? She never told him! He grinned.
"What are you waiting for? Go take a look!" She laughed and bounded down the stairs and over to the car. Gently, lovingly, she ran her hand over the hood, smiling. Mark leaned back against the porch and watched her. After circling the car about ten times she hopped in and carefully began examining everything. She looked at the radio and was surprised to see a fully equipped 10 CD changer and built in MP3 player.
"Wow!" She looked out the window and Mark was watching her fondly. She smiled "Hey pretty, do you wanna take a ride with me?" He laughed and hopped in the passenger seat. He looked at her.
"So its perfect!!!!" She turned the key and revved the motor, a huge excited smile crossed her face and she floored it down the dirt drive way. Mark laughed and put a hand on her thigh. Bonnie turned onto the old highway, deserted now, and headed down towards the Gulf coast. "So how did you know?" She asked, curiosity finally getting to her. He grinned.
"Magic?" She laughed.
"Come on!"
"No way! That's my little secret."
"Mark! Seriously, how could you know that this exact car is my dream car?"
"Because I love you." He replied. She sighed and smiled, exasperated.
She drove in silence, enthralled with the car. Driving at a steady speed of 110 MPH. Mark smiled and watched her. He had seen this look on her face before, when delivering a new foal, or riding a colt that has never been ridden.
"You look amazing driving this car, its like its a part of you." She smiled.
"I feel like it is… This is awesome." She turned to look at him slightly.
"You are awesome." He rubbed her thigh.
"So are you, but I still want to know how you knew." She asked, hopefully. He laughed "Promise not to get pissed off?"
"Pissed off? It doesn't matter how you did it, I've got my dream car! And my dream man in it." A soft smile across her lips.
"Okay. I was looking for one of my Harley books in our beside stand and your old diary fell out...". Her eyes widened and she blushed.
"Oh no... how old?" He laughed.
"16. It was all about how bad you wanted to leave home, how bad you wanted a Trans Am, and how bad you wanted to fuck me. Since there was only one of those left that you didn't have I decided you needed it." She laughed.
"Oh no... but hell this is awesome!" He grinned.
"I'm glad it makes you so happy." She looked at him with love in her eyes.
"Mark, you make me happy."
They stopped for dinner at a little road house right on the coast. It was a little red neck joint called the Dew Drop Inn but it looked like fun. They sat in an old fashioned booth with tall backs and munched on crawfish and jambalaya. Despite the small size of the town the bar seemed to gather quite a Friday night crowd. A band was tuning up and started to play southern rock. They were actually pretty good. A few people trickled onto the dance floor. Sweet Home Alabama came on, Mark knew Bonnie loved this song. He gave her a sexy grin. "Wanna dance?" he asked.
"I'd love to." He stood up and held out his hand for her, she took it and walked out onto the dance floor with him. They danced, lost in the slow and steady rush. As if by chance, "their song" came on. November Rain by Guns N' Roses. Mark looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully pulling her close. She looked up into his eyes, with equal passion and wrapped her arms around his neck. She snuggled against him and nuzzled his neck, resting her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes. She was lost. She felt his breath close to her face, she could hear his heart beat as they slowly swayed to the music. It felt like she was melting into him. He breathed in her scent, a slight touch of Magnolias. He gently ran his hands up and down her back and kissed the top of her head he leaned down and whispered in her ear "I love you Bonnie." She looked up into his eyes
"I love you too Mark." He kissed her, softly, but passionately at once. She slightly opened her mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. She moaned quietly in her throat and pushed her crotch up against his through their jeans. He kissed her with more hunger and passion in response. She gently broke the kiss and whispered "Lets get out of here." He looked down into her eyes, and saw the pools of lust that reflected the way he felt. A slight smile crossed his lips.
"Okay." She took his hand and led him out to the car, having glanced around and not seen anywhere appealing to go. They got in and she turned back onto the old highway, wondering where to go. She saw a sign for a state beach but it was closed.
"Hmmm..." She pulled into the turn off for it, Mark looked at her, intrigued.
"What are you doing?" he asked her as she hopped out.
"Well, how hard can it be to bust that lock?" She asked, as she leaned down to examine the rusted lock that held the gate to the park shut. He looked, catching the idea.
"Move." He said. She moved over to the side of the fence, with one concentrated kick Mark knocked the old lock off.
"About that hard." She laughed and pushed the gate open, hopped back in the car. He followed. She drove through the gate and stopped just on the other side.
"Now for some privacy insurance." She said as she jumped out. Mark watched her
"Now what are you doing?" She walked over to the old chain and lock, pulled the gate shut again and wrapped the chain around it. You couldn't even tell it had been disturbed. Mark grinned.
"I like your thinking."
"Thanks." She smiled and hopped back in, driving down the winding road that led to the beach. The beach was a long ways down and a sheer cliff wall blocked it from everything else. Bonnie pulled onto the sand and parked the car, then hopped out. "Tada!" Mark whistled and looked around.
"How did you know this was here?" She shrugged.
"I guessed."
"Good guess." He said with a grin, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She grinned up into his eyes.
"Thanks." He leaned down and nuzzled her bare neck with his lips, she leaned her neck back and moaned quietly. He bit into her flesh softly. "Ooooooooh." She sighed as he continued to lick, kiss, and nibble around her collar bone. She pushed him back gently and moved to the trunk of the car, then pulled out a large, clean horse blanket. She walked down closer to the water and spread it out. She motioned for Mark to come to her, with an evil grin on her face. He smiled and walked over to her. She kneeled down in front of him and unbuttoned then unzipped his jeans. He smiled in anticipation. She pulled them down to his knees then gently pushed down his boxers too. Taking his shaft in her hand she slowly started to lick the head with just the tip of her tongue. She licked up and down, then side to side. She took the head into her mouth and sucked on it while she started massaging his balls with her other hand.
"Mmmmm" He threw his head back as a moan escaped his lips. He looked gorgeous as he stood there, the wind blowing his hair back, his face and his muscles completely relaxed. He buried his hands in her thick hair and gently rubbed her head. She let more of his cock slide into her mouth sucking gently the whole time. She licked all around it in circles, and continued to rub his balls. She slowly let it slide into her mouth until it hit her throat and she carefully swallowed, taking him all the way into her mouth. She continued to suck and bobbed her head up and down. "Oooooh god Bonnie, mmmmm" She let it slide back up out of her throat and kept sucking. Then as she felt him starting to swell she swallowed it back down again, sucking as hard as she could she felt him explode into her mouth, the hot liquid running down her throat. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" he moaned as she took him over the edge. She carefully licked the head until it was clean and then smiled up at him. "Wow." He said, smiling back, then dropping to the blanket beside her, he nipped her neck and whispered "Your turn." He pulled off his shirt, and then reached down and pulled off hers, tossing them to the side. He leaned down and sucked on her neck, giving her a hickey. She moaned and leaned her head back to expose more of her neck. He kissed down her throat softly until he reached her bra. He reached around and unhooked it with ease, then tossed it to the side with the shirts. He took one nipple into his mouth and started flicking his tongue over it and nipping it lightly, she moaned and arched her back towards him. He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching it. Then he switched, taking that nipple into his mouth. He continued kissing down until he reached the waistline of her jeans. She smiled watching him. The night and the ocean breeze seemed to sharpen, heighten each sensation. Every place he had touched felt like it was on fire as the wind blew over it. He unbuttoned her jeans then pushed them down her muscular, yet feminine legs. He hooked his fingers over the waist of the delicate blue thong she wore and pulled that off to. Then gently he pushed her thighs apart, kissing slowly up and down each thigh. He would almost get to her center, then go back down that thigh. "oooooh god mark, stop teasing me." She smiled down at him. He grinned evilly and very slowly, licked all the way up her slit from the bottom and then agonizing slowly over her clit. "Mark!" She pushed her hips up towards him. He reached under her and squeezed her butt cheeks and then gently started licking the tip of her clit with the tip of his tongue. "Oooooo Mmmmmmark...." He took her clit into his mouth and started nipping at it, sucking on it. She moaned and trembled, electricity shooting through her. He slid two fingers inside of her and started working them in and out. He curled them making a "come here" motion against her tummy and hit her g-spot. She gasped and trembled. He gently raked his teeth over her clit and she came hard, her juices gushing into his mouth and over his fingers. He licked it all up. She was breathing hard, gazing down at him with lust in her eyes. "Mark..." She whispered, pleadingly. He slid his hands back up the sides of her body, moving up. He frenched her deeply, exploring her mouth, he knew every crevice by heart but he kissed her as if it were the first time. Her passion grew at tasting her own juices still in his mouth. He positioned himself over her and stopped kissing her, to look down into her eyes. He saw his whole world there. Everything that mattered to him, everything he cared about, everything he lived for was there in her amazing eyes. The light blue had turned to a dark blue, some where between the color of the sky above them and the ocean in front of them. He slowly began to enter her, carefully, gently pushing his cock into her. She watches his eyes, now a dark forest green, and saw her universe there too. All she wanted, all she loved, and all she ever would need was there in those eyes that were looking right back into hers. She thought, as she had done so many times before, "this is it... this is heaven. It doesn't get any better than this. I love him." He pushed his cock all the way into the hilt and then pulled almost all the way out, then thrusted in again. He started a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. She lifted her hips each time to meet his thrusts then wrapped her legs around his waist. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmark!" She moaned. He leaned down again and frenched her passionately. He continued to push into her, all the way, then all the way out until she started to tremble, her climax approaching quickly. He too, started to swell and with a few more thrusts exploded deep inside of her. She cried out in pleasure "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMARK!!!" She relaxed back against the blanket, sweating, and breathing hard. He gently pulled out and then lay beside her, pulling her close into his arms. He kissed the top of her head.
"I loved you baby girl" She tilted her head and smiled up into his eyes.
"I love you too." She nuzzled his neck and wrapped her arms around him the best she could, holding him tight. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his skin against hers, the sea breeze that blew over them, his heart beating against her, and his breath on her face. The love that was theirs to share forever. She could feel the warmth of his seed still inside of her and smiled.
"What are you thinkin' about?" Bonnie asked, and rolled onto her tummy so she could look up into those deliciously passionate green eyes. Mark shrugged and smiled almost shyly.
"Just stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" She asked and ran a finger up and down his chest.
"I dunno, just the stuff that I love most about you." He smiled down at her.
"Uh huh?"
"Well," He began, entwining his fingers with hers. "I love the way when we're laying in bed at night, or in the morning, and you think I'm asleep, you trace my tattoos until you fall asleep." She blushed and smiled.
"I didn't know you noticed that."
"And, hmm, I dunno how to explain this one, I guess I like the feel of your name on my lips. It's like when I say it... It just feels right."
"Awww!" She beamed and nuzzled his neck. He smiled.
"I love the way you kiss. And the way that your fingers run through my hair."
"Oh mark, you're so adorable!"
"Hey," he said in his in-ring voice "I'm not adorable, I'm the American bad ass!" She cracked up.
"Yeah right..."
"And I like the way your scent lingers even when you're not there. Hmmm and the way your eyes dance when you laugh." She sighed, totally swept away by this uncharacteristicly open sweetness. "Always, the way you look, even in the morning when your hair is all messy and you're runnin' around in my old t-shirts. Oh yeah, and how you enjoy your two hour baths. And how you convince me to do crazy things, like dance in the rain..."
She laughed "How about the time you finger banged me in the middle of the dance floor? Wasn't that crazy?" He laughed. "Okay so maybe you're not the only one that does crazy things. Oh I know what else I like, the way you roll your eyes at me when I sing along with the radio, or say something dumb. The innocent way that you cry at sappy old movies you've seen hundreds of times. So I guess, to sum it all up," He wrapped his arms around her. "I love the way you love me." She smiled all dreamily.
"Okay my turn." She closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "I love the way you look, the way you laugh, the way you love with all you have. I know how you feel about me even when you don’t say it. I love the way you kiss, and the way you move when you walk by. Hmmm your attitude, your tattoos, your every thought, your smile, your lips..." Mark blushed and grinned. "The way you’re trying not to blush right now." He laughed. "Your dance, you’re a very good dancer, your drive, the way you tease, even though sometimes it makes me wanna smack you!" He laughed again, playing with her hair. "The way you always make me feel alive... hmm the way you talk with that sexy little drawl-" Mark cut her off with a passionate kiss. She kissed him back then swatted him playfully. "Hey! I wasn't done yet...there’s one more thing. I love the way when I come back to bed in the middle of the night from going to the washroom or whatever you always are waiting with your arms open, then you pull me close to you tight again like I never left. It's like you're expecting me to come back."
He cracked up "Well I'd be pretty worried if you didn't come back from the bathroom in the middle of the night, the toilet monsters would have gotten you!" She giggled and rolled her eyes;
"There's only toilet monsters when you forget to flush!"
"Hey!" he laughed, and kissed her. After a while Mark sighed. "I suppose we better get up before a park ranger comes and boots our asses out of here and into jail for trespassing." He drawled. She smiled.
"Okay." And got up, beginning to collect her clothes and put them on he watched her for a moment quietly. Then smiled. She looked at him curiously. "And what, Mr. Callaway, do you find so amusing?" She asked, moving back towards him.
"Well, Mrs. Callaway, you are simply the most amazing woman on the planet." He smiled as she straddled his lap, then he looked down into her eyes and softly said "You just get better all the time. " she kissed his forehead.
"So do you." They share a warm embrace, she laid her head on his shoulder and he gently rocked her back and forth. They then got up and finished getting dressed, walking hand in hand to the car. Neither said anything, they just enjoyed the comfortable silence of each others company. They got back to the car and he leaned her against it, kissing her again. "I love you." She smiled
"I love you too. I'm glad we did this."
"Me too." They got in the car and drove back up the steep cliff. Mark hopped out and undid the gate. He got back in and she grinned her devilish grin at him. Then, putting on her sunglasses she turned her head back to the road, shifted the car into it's fastest gear, and put the accelerator to the floor. It popped up on its rear wheels and stayed like that for a moment, then touched back down on the ground they drove off into the sunrise and lived happily ever after.

The End

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