Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Foxy, you start this, I’ll finish it. We won’t see shit today except the inside of my van.” Which I’m more than okay with. I upgraded my van after last year’s event. I was tired of taking a camp shower off the back of my rig. The amount of water also meant you had to either purchase it from the campground area or lug buckets of water back to where you were staying.
The new van has a fully functional bathroom. No more only having a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink. It even has more room in the kitchen, and instead of it having a college dorm type refrigerator, I now have one twice the size. There’s a bed in the back, one tiny closet, and an outdoor area that extends off the back. My favorite part of the van is being able to use it when the weather is right, a cool crispness to the air, and there isn’t a damn mosquito in sight.
“We can’t have that.” Ronnie pauses for a moment before tacking on, “Yet.” I watch her tongue moisten her lips, leaving them shiny and making my mouth water. I’m laser-focused on her while trying to keep my wits about me with other people milling around, which, understandably, is damn hard. My nostrils flare as she presses her body closer to mine. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she takes. Her nipples lightly graze against my bare skin, and there’s only one thing left for me to do.
“I’ve waited long enough,” I mutter, watching as her eyes sparkle, as she sees what I’m after. My mouth hovers above hers, barely a breath away, allowing her to say no but hoping like hell she won’t push me away.
“We’ve waited long enough.” The moment the words leave her lips, I kiss her, hard. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation from me or Ronnie. My mouth claims the woman standing in front of me. I’ve been dying for a taste of her for too damn long. A breathless moan slips from her lips, and my tongue slides in. I keep one hand on her hip, the other moving until I’m cupping the back of her neck, angling her head as I continue dominating the kiss. She moves closer. The tips of her nails score the flesh on my abdomen, and the burn only makes me want more.
Ronnie whimpers into my mouth, but I’m not easing up. If anything, it only makes me deepen the kiss while still trying to stay in control. I pull back in an attempt to slow us down, and that’s when she grazes my lower lip, biting just enough to leave a sting. My baser instincts take over. Slowing down is no longer an option.
“You like that?” I groan when we both come up for air. Ronnie doesn’t need to respond, I already know the answer. She fucking does. We’ve played this game for far too long. The teasing back and forth is leading us straight to a hunger we both crave.
“Jude.” Her eyes open, as do mine. We’re interrupted by a few cat whistles and people clapping, probably not the best place to lose my mind and have a hot and heavy make-out session with her.
“Foxy,” I say the name I gave her the minute she finally gave in and started talking over the mic. Ronnie is fucking gorgeous and sweet, the full damn package. The more I learn about her, the deeper I fall for her.
“We probably should stay here for a moment, but maybe not that close together.” There’s amusement in her tone. And what does the vixen do? She pulls her hands away from my abdomen and manages to plaster herself to me. Her hands slide to my sides, skating a path until she’s completely wrapped around me.
“Probably not.” I squeeze her hip, the tips of my fingers pressing into the fleshy party of her ass, dip my hips, and move in a way that lets her know what she’s doing to me. My cock most definitely is outlining my shorts. Us staying like this isn’t going to help any, either.
“I’m going to turn around. You can use me as a shield?” A delicate eyebrow lifts in question.
“Foxy, your ass is just as hot.” She tosses her head back laughing at my statement. “It’s the damn truth. Ever since I got a glimpse of you from behind last night, been dreaming about it.” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she reaches around me, grabs the bottle of suntan lotion, and tosses it into her bag before zipping it. I watch as she uses a different clasp to keep the two ends together and become a pick-pocketer’s worst nightmare. She secures the bag to her body and grabs our drinks, keeping her hands busy and making it impossible to leave mine on her body.