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)
“Obsessed with me and my ass, are you?” I’m not afraid to admit that it’s probably my best asset along with my eyes. Whereas my younger sister has boobs and legs for days, I got the complete opposite.
“Fuck yeah.” His top teeth depress on his plush lower lip, and I’m tempted to make the first move. Except that would be too forward, right? I mean, maybe not considering he’s talking about bending me over after we just met face to face. Jude’s hands drop from my overheated skin, which has nothing to do with the warmth from the sun. Nope, it’s one hundred percent the fine piece of male hotness in front of me. His hand finds mine, and he laces our fingers before saying, “Come on, we need drinks and figure out who we’re gonna see first.” I don’t miss the lazy dragging gaze he slides down my body. Maybe forgoing a bra wasn’t a great idea, but my girls sit high and tight even though I’m in my lower thirties, and sticky pads to hide my nipples would slide right off with the amount of moving and sweating I’ll surely do.
It’s also giving Jude a view of what he’s doing to me, and the smirk he sends me, well, he’s well aware of the physical chemistry we have with one another. I’m also sure that if his shorts weren’t loose, I’d be able to tell what I do to him. As it is, I can’t necessarily cup his cock to check. The last thing I want is a pair of shiny silver bracelets as a new adornment. While this is a rock festival, there also aren’t any age restrictions, so, you know, I’ll refrain until there’s a better time and place.
Jude leads me through the crowd, keeping my hand locked with his as we bob and weave through the throngs. He nods at a couple of people, says a quick hello here and there, making me think he might know them. Either that, or he’s a friendly type of dude. A few hundred feet from our meeting spot is a tent stand for food and drinks. It’s still early in the day, with the doors to the event having opened at eleven in the morning.
We come to a stop, ten people deep in line to get whatever they choose. Jude pulls me in front of him. My back meets his chest, and his arm bands around mine.
“You mind if I smoke?” he asks, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“No, not at all.” I grew up around smokers. My dad still smokes till this day. He’s a do as I say, not as I do type of person. So, when he caught my brother smoking, at the age of fifteen mind you, they went to the back porch, where Dad gave him the longest speech ever, more like lecture, where he made him smoke ten cigarettes back-to-back. Zane got sick and never touched them again. Plus, I work at a bar, smoking is a part of my daily life even with the extra air purification systems that were recently installed.
“What do you want to drink or eat?” he asks. I look over my shoulder, watching as he brings the pack of cigarettes out, his long and thick dexterous fingers pull one out, and his lips surround the unlit smoke.
“I’ll do a Powerade.” I wince. It’s my least favorite, especially blue. I’d prefer the lemon flavor, though beggars can’t be choosers once you’re inside the gates. The water I drank on the way here and all day yesterday to stay hydrated will only last so long.
“Cool, I’ll do the same.” He steps back to light the cigarette, cupping his hands near his mouth. Never in my life did I think something as simple as watching a man take a drag and smoke would look so fucking hot. Jude must notice that I like what I’m seeing, probably pretty easily considering I’m staring, and it’s not until he wraps me up in the same embrace as earlier that I realize he’s also helping me walk toward the kiosk to place our order.
“What can I get you?” the employee behind the cash register asks.
“Two Powerade’s and two packs of Skittles, please,” Jude replies. Interesting enough, his need for candy didn’t go unnoticed when we talked, he always has to have something to do to keep him occupied.
“I’ll pay for mine or send you money,” I tell him before he pays, using his wristband to deal with the cost while answering me with a shake of his head.
“Later.” The cashier hands him our stuff, and I help out by grabbing the candy since he goes after the drinks.
“You want these now or later?” I hold up the purple packs.
“During the show,” he responds. I slip them into my bag, and we move out of the way for the others.