Page 74 of Rebellious

She kisses me on the cheek. “No, I suppose you have it covered.”

I always do.

It only takes a few minutes before we’re back in the car, Aspen’s pants having stayed on the entire time.

“Looky there,” she says as she slips off my sweats. “No one attacked me the whole time we were in the store. Your baggy pants scared them off.”

I start the car. “You’re hilarious.”

“Next time, you’re getting dressed or we aren’t leaving the house.”

She arches her brows. “Is that a dare?”

“It’s a promise. I don’t want anyone seeing you in anything remotely resembling pajamas.”

She waves her hand in the air. “Yeah, yeah. Drive before I pass out from lack of nutrition.”

I chuckle. “So dramatic…”

It takes us nearly a half hour to get home. Even with the streets clear, we hit every traffic light on the way. It’s close to two in the morning by the time we actually get to eat. It’s almost not worth it, but when Aspen moans with every other french fry as we lay in my bed, flipping through the channels, I reconsider.

“Are you sure you’re not going to attack me to get one of my fries?” Her humor is still in overdrive as she ribs me for saying I wasn’t a carb-craving vampire earlier.

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice deepening as I set my bowl on the bedside table. “Maybe I will after all.”

I lunge, tackling her as she squeals, holding the fries out like I really plan to take one.

“Maybe I’ll take a kiss,” I tell her. “I heard they taste the same.”

“Ew! Not salmon breath,” she protests, putting her hands up.

Grabbing her hands, I place them on my chest. “Rule,” I start, and she groans. “Before the summer is over, I’ll have tasted every flavor your lips have tasted.”

“And if I don’t want to taste the same?”

My lip twitches, holding back a smile. “Too bad.”

And then I close the space between us, smothering her squeals with my mouth.

Red Rover is not foreplay

Bennett

Kissing her never gets old.

Four weeks later and I’ve sampled every flavor of Aspen Von Bremen: mouth, arms, sunscreen, carbs, and pussy—my personal favorite. What I haven’t done is taken her virginity. She hasn’t let me forget it either.

“Bennett,” Aspen whispers, rousing me from sleep. I try to roll but can’t, something heavy is weighing me down.

“What time is it?” I strain to open my eyes. Since we’ve been here, with no rules to stop us, Aspen and I have indulged in each other’s bodies nonstop, every minute of every day. Our days turn into nights, and sleep has become optional. Which is how I opened my eyes to a darkened sky with a pink pussy hovering over my face.

“It’s time to get up,” she says, lowering her center down to my lips.

Groaning, I grasp the outside of her thighs and take a long lick up her slit. Her back arches and her hands grab the headboard behind me.

“I could get used to waking up this way,” I tell her. “Pussy is better than an alarm clock.”

She laughs, dropping one hand to my head. “Fenn and Drew want to go back to the island tonight.”

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