Page 91 of Not Safe For Work

I feel drunk, dazed, out of my mind. The wet heat of her mouth, the sounds she’s making. Each puff of her breath has my muscles clenching.

A low moan escapes her lips, and my eyes are drawn back to her hand. The one making slow circles between her thighs.

“Are you close?” I ask.

Her eyes find mine and she nods. God, she’s making the same circles with her tongue.

“Stop.” I press my hands on her shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing. Come here.” I pull her up against me. “You’re really good at that too.”

“Then why’d you stop me?” She pouts and it’s adorable.

“I was getting jealous.” I tilt my head in a nod.

“Of my hand?” She laughs, and the movement brings our bodies even closer.

“I haven’t seen you in a week. If anyone’s hand is getting you off, it’s mine.”

Liv’s alarmgoes off at 9:00 a.m. and we both groan.

Her cheek still rests against my chest and our legs are completely entwined. I’m not sure how we actually slept in this position, but it goes to show how tired we were.

“Are you sure we have to leave so early?” I whine, because I’d prefer to stay in bed with her all day than drive to Sonoma.

“I told you. If we’re not there by noon they’ll disqualify me. It’s exactly what they want, and I will not give it to them.”

Liv and her brothers sound more competitive than me and Gabby. When she told me the other night about their annual dirt bike race, I was sure she was joking. I should have known. This girl is always surprising me.

And as tired as I am, I’m champing at the bit to see Liv on a dirt bike. No wonder she was so calm on the motorcycle.

“All right, Sparkles.” I sit up, yawn, and stretch my arms. I give my head a good shake to try and wake myself up. “I’ll run home and grab the bike. Sure you can fit everything you need in a backpack?”

“Yep. I have everything I need there, just bringing a couple essentials.” She kisses my cheek. “Like you.”

Liv’s houseis just north of the main town in Sonoma, so the drive only takes about an hour. I haven’t really considered what her place might look like, being a home on a vineyard, but I feel like a fool when we arrive.

“It’s a castle,” I say, dumbfounded. She doesn’t hear me because she’s already jumped off the bike and is running toward three men who I really hope are her brothers and two golden retrievers that I really hope I can spend the weekend with.

I’m quickly introduced to the brothers, the dogs, the parents and a few other people who are hanging around. Then I lay on the ground and let Carat and Cork slobber all over me. And before I even get a chance to go inside, we’re all whisked off to get ready for the big race.

Liv wasn’t lying when she said she loved dirt bikes. She and her brothers are all decked out in full motocross gear from the boots to the helmet, Liv in hot pink from head to toe.

Not that I ever thought she was lying. But the girl whose closet is full of silk bows and sparkly dresses doesn’t scream “I like to drive fast and get muddy.”

She in fact does like to drive fast and get muddy. And it’s hot. My mind is spinning on where I should take her next on the motorcycle. Hell, maybe I’ll let her drive.

She smokes her brothers in the race, earning herself major bragging rights and a solid chunk of my dignity. She would have smoked me too.

“Gavin, come join us, will you?” Sandra, Liv’s mom, asks shortly after we get back to the estate. Then she looks to Liv. “Can we borrow him while you get cleaned up?”

Damn, I was looking forward to helping Liv get cleaned up. After last night I never want to shower alone again. Probably not appropriate at her parents’ house though.

“Sure,” Liv replies. And then, “Go easy on him.” She runs outside leaving me with nothing but a smirk.

Sandra gives me a quick tour and then I follow her down the stairs to their cellar which seems to double as a dining room, and maybe a tasting room too? There are three long dining tables but a few other areas with couches and low tables where people are currently drinking. From what I’ve learned, this main building is where they give tours and tastings, but they live in the other estate next door.

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