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)
“Thank you.” He hands me my drink.
“No problem. You wanna sit in the shade until the first band starts?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it with the same hand as his drink, allowing him the opportunity to interlock our fingers again.
“Sounds good. I need to recoat with sunscreen, too.” My tattoos fading is not something I want to happen if I can prevent it.
“I’ll do your back if you do mine.” I can’t help but laugh at the analogy that’s similar to ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.’ How very cliché-ish. It goes right along with the little throwbacks I give him when we have a verbal spar either in the game, through a text, or on the phone.
“I just bet you will.” It’s his turn to chuckle, and in real life, it’s even hotter. Fuck, the next four days are going to be torture, and not in a bad way. More like how am I going to be able to keep my hands to myself when all I want to do is trace every inch of his body?
5
JUDE
“You good?” I dip my head to ask Ronnie the question. We walked to an area where sun sails are set up and picnic benches are spread out. You can still hear the music from the stage. Each area has the same set up in different areas on the nearly twenty-acre track Rock the Nation is held on. This doesn’t even include the parking lot for daily passholders or the campground, where there are multiple lots.
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathless, and I watch as she shivers in response. My lips touch the shell of her ear, pushing my luck to see what happens. I’ve had my hands all over her body while applying sunscreen. I had to move the straps of her top out of the way, lift the bottom of it, too, and I made sure to do my worst while working us both up. It probably wasn’t the best idea, since we’re out in public with eyes fucking everywhere, and while it’s not unheard of to hear about other concert goers to have their fair share of sex in random places, the first time I have Ronnie beneath me won’t be where anyone can see her sensual-as-fuck body or hear the moans I got a glimpse of yesterday morning.
“Your turn, Foxy.” I take the lobe of her ear into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth before sucking on it to relieve the bit of pain I delivered.
There’s no way I’m lathering the front of her body with sunscreen. I’ll leave that to her. I’d lose any and all restraint. It wouldn’t take me but two point five seconds to throw Ronnie over my shoulder and make quick fucking work back to my van, and we’d miss the entire damn first day of the festival.
“Payback’s a bitch, Jude. Remember that,” she says over her shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on her face. I’m fucking toast. I’ll have to muster up every ounce of restraint I can. An impossible task where Foxy is concerned. The minute we got off the phone yesterday, I stubbed out my cigarette and immediately hopped in the shower. I needed relief. My cock had been hard so long, there was no way I could have even thought about doing anything else instead of wrapping my hand around my length, bringing up the vision of Ronnie moaning in her sleep, and watching as her thighs shifted, outlining the lips of her pussy. Five strokes were all it took before I came. It took the edge of enough for me to wrap shit up and get ready to hit the road.
“Do your worst, Foxy.” She spins around, her braid whipping around with her, and I gotta say I’m digging what she’s wearing a whole hell of a lot.
“You asked for it.” She grabs the bottle of sunscreen and squirts a healthy amount in one palm before getting to work. Her hands move to my chest, and fuck me running, she’s out to kill me. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through every sensation that’s taking ahold of my body. Christ, popping a boner in a sea of people is not what I had on my agenda, and in my attempt not to, I run through the contracts I’ve got piled on my desk I need to get through, codes, app interfaces, and anything else I can recite to keep my focus off Ronnie’s hands.
“Christ, woman.” I open my eyes, unable to keep my hands at my side any longer, especially when she leaves my chest to slowly slide down my abdomen, getting closer to my dick.
“Having trouble, Jude?” Her voice skates along my chest, hands dipping lower, and while moments ago, I was more than ready to grip her hips, I’m only left with one option. Especially when I feel the tips of her fingers edging along my waistband, dipping inside before pulling back.