Page 111 of Small Town Firsts

“More than you know.” With one hand on the wheel, I reach out and grip Abby Jane’s leg with the other, shooting a knowing look her way, causing her cheeks to pinken. Who knew I could make this little hardass blush so easily? Even more, who knew the sight of her blushing would make me instantly hard?

“Oh yeah? Wanna share details?” Stacia asks, and West groans beside her.

“I do not want to hear about my cousin’s sex life.” His comment strikes me as odd, because in the past he’s had no trouble prying into my bedroom activities. I’ll have to remember to ask him what’s up when it’s just the two of us.

“No. No details,” Abby Jane answers for me. “What we do is between us.”

“Spoilsport,” Stacia grumbles, at the same time West says, “Thank God.”

Abby Jane leans forward and fiddles with the radio until a song she likes comes on. We spend the rest of the drive listening to music, and I’m so zoned out, imagining her riding me the same way she’s dancing in her seat, I miss our damn turn. “Shit,” I mutter mostly to myself.

“What’s wrong?” Abby Jane asks, laying her hand on my leg, dangerously close to my dick.Just a little higher and to the left, firecracker.

“Missed the turn.”

“You did? Where?” She shifts in her seat, looking at the road behind us.

Her question is valid as fuck, because the only thing marking the dirt road turnoff is a little red reflector on a tree. I ride down a little farther until I can make a safe U-turn.

I nod toward the tree when we turn and Abby Jane shrugs. “Guess it’s been a long time since I’ve been out here.”

Stacia snorts. “No shit. Since like middle school, AJ. Wonder what made you wanna come today?”

“Probably the same person who made her come last night,” West cracks, causing Stacia and me to laugh while Abby Jane to buries her face in her hands.

The road is long, winding, and riddled with potholes—making me extra thankful for my badass suspension. After about five minutes, we reach the outpost parking lot.

I scan the dirt lot, looking for a spot my behemoth of a truck will fit into, because holy crap, there are a lot of people on the river today.

“Fuck,” I curse out loud when I see a certain Benz parked in the shade next to the only open spot. “Dammit.” What in the hell is she doing here? This issonot her scene.

Abby Jane turns to face me, concern evident in her big, brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”

West immediately spots what has me upset. “Sucks to be you, dude. Maybe she heard you’d be here?”

“Seriously,” Abby Jane implores. “What’s going on? She who?”

I suck in a breath through my teeth. “Amanda is here.”

“Amanda as in…”

“Yeah. Her.”

“Well, that sucks, but fuck her. She can only ruin our fun if we let her.”

I can’t help but grin at my girl’s enthusiasm. “You know what? You’re right, firecracker. Let’s go.”

The banksof the river are lined with dense woods, and every so often there’s a sandbar perfect for breaking and eating. Abby Jane and I decided to share an innertube and no lie, floating under a cloudless sky with her body pressed against mine is the best form of torture. The tube with our cooler and waterproof radio is tethered to us and West and Stacia’s tubes are tethered to it, leaving them far enough back that we can talk if we holler, but far enough that Abby and I have some semblance of privacy.

Though, not private enough for what’s on my mind.

“Can we stop and eat soon?” Stacia yells over the music.

I shoot her a thumbs-up and as we approach the next sandbar, Abby Jane and I hop off of our float and help guide it to the bank. We fucking lucked out, because no one else is stopped here—it’s just us and nature and the occasional sounds of other tubers passing by. West grabs the cooler, and Stacia produces a blanket from her bag. Once we get our stuff situated, we feast on cold fried chicken, pasta salad, and watermelon.

Stacia and West are goofing off in the water while we relax in the shade. I’m sitting with my legs out in front of me propped back on my elbows and Abby Jane is using my lap as a pillow. I’m so damn relaxed; this is truly shaping up to be the perfect Saturday until a cacophony of raised voices causes me to look up.

God, I wish I wouldn’t have looked. Because sure enough, Amanda is walking my way, her hips swaying, but there’s fire in her eyes. “Brocky!”

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