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The blanket is getting wet and rain is running down my face, but I keep going.

“Jefferson,” she says, and I can tell she’s close.

“You’re so fucking hot. I should’ve known that I couldn’t even finger you at a bonfire without it being the best I’ve ever had.”

And she breaks apart. Her pussy grips my hand, her hands grip my legs, and I hear “Jefferson!” gasped sharply as someone slams a car door.

I withdraw my fingers, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean. “Delicious. I need more.”

She looks up at me and nods. “More.”

I smirk at her. Watching as her hair continues to get wet and raindrops trail down her cheeks. “Just say the word. Or words.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m talking about. Then she laughs. “How about we say them together?”

God, I really like this girl. I nod. “On three.”

“One, two, three,” she counts.

“Let’s go home,” we say together.

CHAPTER 20

HARLOW

We gather our stuff up quickly, throwing the soaked blanket and lawn chair into the back of Jefferson’s truck and then climbing inside.

I’m so wet. And not just from the rain.

Damn. Jefferson just gave me an orgasm on a lawn chair at the bonfire.

Easily.

I shouldn’t be surprised he’s good at that. He’s good at everything and as turned on as I was, it shouldn’t be a shock at all that he was able to make me come so easily and quickly.

But dang, that was hot.

Things have definitely shifted between us and I like it. I like this change and I like that we’ve talked about it and we seem to be on the same page.

But now that we’re in his truck and headed toward his house, I’m chewing on my bottom lip and wondering if we’re making some of this up.

Is it just the festival? Is it just wanting to make Zach jealous? I noticed him after we’d gone over to Jefferson’s truck to get the lawn chair. I hadn’t seen him before, but he was there by the time Jefferson came over to dance with me. Is that a coincidence or did that have something to do with my fake boyfriend joining me and putting his hands on me?

And the make out… it had been so good. So, so good. But it had been dark and we’d been caught up in bonfire stuff and we hadn’t been looking at each other. Maybe that all made it easier to get lost in the moment. To kind of forget who we were and what we were doing.

“Hey, can you pull over?” I ask, looking over at Jefferson.

He looks at me quickly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Mostly.”

He frowns. “Mostly?”

“Can you pull over?” I scan the road in front of us. “There.” I point at a turn in. That road also leads down to the river. There’s not a wide bank here so it’s not as good for parking a lot of vehicles, building a bonfire, and hanging out, but it will be fine for one truck.

“Are you sick?” Jefferson asks, taking the turn.

“No. I just need to stop for a second.”

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