Page 102 of Mexico Can Choke On It
The other 4x4s explode into motion around us. Nigel takes the lead, Miss Muffy bouncing against his chest. Gavin and Fiona peel out to our left, Fiona’s helmet slightly askew as she yells something about her hair. But the real show is Hana on her own ATV, hair whipping behind her like she’s competing in the X Games, shriekingwith joy.
The jungle rushes by in a blur of sun-dappled green, vines dangling like nature’s party streamers. Each breath is thick with wet earth, gasoline, and the sharp bite of adventure. I’m screaming with joy as we dodge mud bombs, and the ATV’s power vibrates through my spine while wailing guitar riffs pulse in my ears.
It’s like I’ve been dropped straight into an action movie trailer.
For one dangerous heartbeat, I let myself slip into dreamland. This is our honeymoon. We’re madly in love. Tearing through paradise, drunk on adrenaline and each other. The version of us I’ve always wanted.
But then, the lyrics hit, simple and clear, through my helmet.
Did he pick this song for me?
Am I the wild thing he’s trying to tame?
If that’s his game plan, he’s gonna learn real quick that this barracuda… bites back. And I have more teeth than he’s ready for.
I’ve got my own mission for this ride: reduce the smug billionaire to a puddle of lust. Time to turn up the heat.
I adjust my grip on his torso, sliding my hands seductively down to his waist.
Bryce clears his throat into the headset. “Everything… all right back there? You keep squirming.”
“Just getting comfortable,” I say innocently.
“Strange. You seemed plenty comfortable last night. That was you, right? Begging me not to stop?”
“I wasn’t begging. I was providing feedback.”
“You melted like chocolate in my hands.”
“Ha!Meltedis a strong word. I prefer ‘temporarily satisfied.’”
The ATV rattles over a rocky patch, giving me the perfect excuse to press even closer. My thighs tighten, and he lets a soft groan slip out.
“You know what I think, Pip?”
“Oh please, dazzle me with your insights.”
“I think you haven’t stopped replaying every second of our time together.”
My core clenches traitorously at the memory, but I keep my voice steady. “Doesn’t mean I’m planning an encore performance.”
“You sure? Because every time I bring it up, you press those thighs a little tighter around me.”
Shit. Busted.
Time to knock Mr. Ego down a few pegs. My years of bartending have taught me that in the art of flirting, you want to lead.
“You’re sounding a little breathless there, hotshot. Is that from dodging tree branches or because you can feel my hardened nipples on your back?”
The sound he makes should require a prescription, it’s that addictive.
I move my hips. “These bumps keep jostling me around, and I’d hate for anything to accidentally rub your… equipment.”
“If you keep running that sassy mouth of yours, I’m going to find us a nice, quiet spot in the woods where I can teach you some manners.”
“Big talk from someone who’d have to grow a pair and admit he wants me first.”
I feel his laugh rumble through his chest. “Pip, you’re going to be the one begging me to pull over before this ride’s finished.”
