Page 97 of The Best Kind of Bad

I smile, toying with the ring in his ear. “Oh yeah? Whatcha been thinking about?”

“Taking it off.”

“Right here and now?”

I feel him laughing against me, a soft rumble in his chest. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Yes, you would.”

His hand curves over my ass, bunching my skirt a bit in the process. “I would?”

I capture his hand, bringing it back to my waist. “I get the feeling you’re the possessive type.”

He dips his jaw, allowing that what I said might be true. “You might have a point.” He sighs. “Not sure I want to wait until after fireworks before I get you alone.”

“Well,” I draw the word out. “Isn’t there a quiet place we could go where we could still see them?”

He goes still in my arms. “Like out in the country?”

“Yeah.”

“I like the way you think.” He grabs my hips, easing me back enough so that he can stand. Taking my hand, he strides through the crowd. I glance back and catch Andy’s eye, winking at her. She laughs, turning back to Bo.

64.

Dusty

I already had a bunch of pillows and blankets in the back of the truck to watch fireworks. The guys and I usually line our pickups side by side along main street and watch together.

I didn’t think we’d be parking out at the West Eighty, just the two of us. But this is infinitely better.

She’s in the back of the truck, helping me line the truck bed with blankets, and I’m just struck by how good she looks out here.

Under the moonlight.

In that dress.

It’s like she belongs. Like she was meant to be a part of all this. A part of my life.

I left the radio on and it plays softly in the background. She sits in the middle, leaning back on her arms as she stares up at the sky. “You can see the stars so much better out here. It’s beautiful.”

I settle next to her, but I’m not looking up. A million, billion stars up there and they don’t compare. “Mm-hm. Stars. Very pretty.”

She laughs, turning to me with a playful twist to her lips. “Glad to see somebody’s back to his old self.”

I tilt my head, playing dumb. “Was he ever not his old self?”

She climbs onto my lap and kisses me. Guess we’re done flirting. Fine by me. I put my hands on her waist, tugging her closer as my tongue slips between her lips. She grinds her hips against me, moaning into my mouth when she feels what I’m packing. My hands slide down to her round ass, squeezing her through the thin fabric. Tugging roughly at her skirt, I yank it out from under her and slide my hands over her panties. My fingers slip under her panties and I stretch my hands out across her smooth skin.

She pushes against my chest, forcing me onto my back. Leaning over me, she puts her soft tits over my face. I nip at them through the fabric of her dress, her thin bra. With her hips lifted above mine, I take the opportunity to shrug my jeans off, kicking them away. She sits back on my hips, her panties and my boxers are the only thing separating us. My erection pushes against the fabric of her panties, dipping into her wet pussy.

I can’t get enough of her. She’s right here, in my arms, and it’s not enough. I want to hold her and press her into me until we’re the same thing. I want to be her shadow and follow her wherever she goes.

I want to be inside her and have her be all around me.

Bracing her in my arms, I roll us over, settling between her hips. My hand follows the soft curve of her tummy. I slide my fingers under her panties, letting the middle finger trace down her center, dipping inside.

“You’re ready, aren’t you, baby girl?”

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