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)
“You good?” I ask her. Maybe she’s processing shit and thinking I took it too far. I may be able to hack into social media, banking apps, security systems, and a slew of other shit, but the same can’t be said about digging into people’s thoughts.
“Yeah, I mean, besides trying to contain the need to climb you like a tree, I’m peachy keen.” She hands me my drink, probably a good thing since we’re still surrounded.
“Fuck, Foxy. It’s going to take everything I have to keep my hands to myself. You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” I only stubbed my cigarette out before getting to this area, and now I’m ready for another. The one craving I have is for more of Ronnie.
More of her kiss.
More of her smell.
More of her touch.
More. More. More.
And it’s repeating in my head like a carousel that goes round and round.
“I promise I’ll tell you. I also solemnly swear that I will not ever complain about you touching any part of my body.” Ronnie holds her hand to the side of her body, palm out, similar to a scout’s honor.
“Ass included?” She closes her eyes for a moment, and this time, there isn’t a ball of worry sitting like a pit in my stomach. Her breathing intensifies, and after the past twenty-four hours, plus that kiss, she’s all fucking for it.
“Yes, with lots of stretching and plenty of lube. Remember, I’ve felt your cock now. I know exactly how big you are. And, Jude, you’re really freaking huge.” My head on my shoulders and the one currently still hard from earlier heard her loud and proud.
“Guess I’ll be hitting a store, then.”
“Yes, we will.” She spins on her heel, giving me her back and inadvertently her ass, too. “Come on, I wanna be on the rail for the next band.” The only fucking thing I want to rail is Ronnie.
“Let’s roll.” I move to stand beside her, our fingers lacing together, and since I’m taller, I lead the way. As much as I’d rather she be by my side, it’s damn impossible when there are so many crowds of people walking from one stage to the other.
“I’m so excited. I’ve been wanting to see them for years, but they’re not touring, only doing festivals.” She scream-yells at my ear when we come to a standstill to allow a mass to get through.
“Hell yeah, you need anything else before we get to the stage? Food, water?” Once we get to the front of the stage, there’s no leaving without pissing people off or losing our spot.
“I’m good.” I nod in response. We make it as the last show finishes up. People are leaving, and this time, Ronnie takes the lead. My hand is still in hers, fingers laced, and she’s squeezing it with the excitement swirling around us. She’s jumping, skipping, and smiling like she’s experiencing Disney for the first time as a kid.
“Something changes, let me know. Also, stay in front of me. Crowd surfers are gonna be wild, and gravity takes them wherever they fall. I’ll lift them and help. Duck your head when you can, yeah?” Shit can get rowdy fast. Surfers forget to cross their legs and use their stomach muscles to help out. It’s part of the festival experience. Still, I don’t want Ronnie receiving a concussion or worse. I’ve seen broken jaws, black eyes, and who else knows what.
“I will.” We make it to the area, right where the band is playing. The stagehands are setting up for the next band. “This good, you think?” Ronnie asks.
“Yeah, Foxy, this is fucking perfect.” I bracket her from behind, my hands going to either side of her body.
“It really is.” Her head turns, I dip my head, and she presses a kiss to my lips. We settle in, shoot the shit, talk about whatever comes to mind, and when the band, Pop Evil, takes the stage, Ronnie loses her mind. She sings right along with them, starting with Torn to Pieces and every single song after, dancing and swaying her hips. She’s having the time of her life, and I’m doing the same. All while keeping her safe right in front of me.
6
RONNIE
“Thank you, Florida!” The last band just finished their performance, full of their new and old music, pyrotechnics out of this would, and the crowd went absolutely wild. Where we were on the rails earlier today for all of the other shows, the same can’t be said for the headliner. We tried to get as close as possible, but with the thousands of other concert goers, it was impossible. That probably had something to do with the need for both of us to re-hydrate and eat more than just the candy we’d been passing back and forth to one another or the snacks we picked up along the way.