“I’ll do a Powerade.” I wince. It’s my least favorite, especially blue. I’d prefer the lemon flavor, though beggars can’tbe choosers once you’re inside the gates. The water I drank on the way here and all day yesterday to stay hydrated will only last so long.
“Cool, I’ll do the same.” He steps back to light the cigarette, cupping his hands near his mouth. Never in my life did I think something as simple as watching a man take a drag and smoke would look so fucking hot. Jude must notice that I like what I’m seeing, probably pretty easily considering I’m staring, and it’s not until he wraps me up in the same embrace as earlier that I realize he’s also helping me walk toward the kiosk to place our order.
“What can I get you?” the employee behind the cash register asks.
“Two Powerade’s and two packs of Skittles, please,” Jude replies. Interesting enough, his need for candy didn’t go unnoticed when we talked, he always has to have something to do to keep him occupied.
“I’ll pay for mine or send you money,” I tell him before he pays, using his wristband to deal with the cost while answering me with a shake of his head.
“Later.” The cashier hands him our stuff, and I help out by grabbing the candy since he goes after the drinks.
“You want these now or later?” I hold up the purple packs.
“During the show,” he responds. I slip them into my bag, and we move out of the way for the others.
“Thank you.” He hands me my drink.
“No problem. You wanna sit in the shade until the first band starts?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth,holding it with the same hand as his drink, allowing him the opportunity to interlock our fingers again.
“Sounds good. I need to recoat with sunscreen, too.” My tattoos fading is not something I want to happen if I can prevent it.
“I’ll do your back if you do mine.” I can’t help but laugh at the analogy that’s similar to ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.’ How very cliché-ish. It goes right along with the little throwbacks I give him when we have a verbal spar either in the game, through a text, or on the phone.
“I just bet you will.” It’s his turn to chuckle, and in real life, it’s even hotter. Fuck, the next four days are going to be torture, and not in a bad way. More like how am I going to be able to keep my hands to myself when all I want to do is trace every inch of his body?
5
JUDE
“You good?” I dip my head to ask Ronnie the question. We walked to an area where sun sails are set up and picnic benches are spread out. You can still hear the music from the stage. Each area has the same set up in different areas on the nearly twenty-acre track Rock the Nation is held on. This doesn’t even include the parking lot for daily passholders or the campground, where there are multiple lots.
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathless, and I watch as she shivers in response. My lips touch the shell of her ear, pushing my luck to see what happens. I’ve had my hands all over her body while applying sunscreen. I had to move the straps of her top out of the way, lift the bottom of it, too, and I made sure to do my worst while working us both up. It probably wasn’t the best idea, since we’re out in public with eyes fucking everywhere, and while it’s not unheard of to hear about other concert goers to have their fair share of sex inrandom places, the first time I have Ronnie beneath me won’t be where anyone can see her sensual-as-fuck body or hear the moans I got a glimpse of yesterday morning.
“Your turn, Foxy.” I take the lobe of her ear into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth before sucking on it to relieve the bit of pain I delivered.
There’s no way I’m lathering the front of her body with sunscreen. I’ll leave that to her. I’d lose any and all restraint. It wouldn’t take me but two point five seconds to throw Ronnie over my shoulder and make quick fucking work back to my van, and we’d miss the entire damn first day of the festival.
“Payback’s a bitch, Jude. Remember that,” she says over her shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on her face. I’m fucking toast. I’ll have to muster up every ounce of restraint I can. An impossible task where Foxy is concerned. The minute we got off the phone yesterday, I stubbed out my cigarette and immediately hopped in the shower. I needed relief. My cock had been hard so long, there was no way I could have even thought about doing anything else instead of wrapping my hand around my length, bringing up the vision of Ronnie moaning in her sleep, and watching as her thighs shifted, outlining the lips of her pussy. Five strokes were all it took before I came. It took the edge of enough for me to wrap shit up and get ready to hit the road.
“Do your worst, Foxy.” She spins around, her braid whipping around with her, and I gotta say I’m digging what she’s wearing a whole hell of a lot.
“You asked for it.” She grabs the bottle of sunscreen and squirts a healthy amount in one palm before getting to work.Her hands move to my chest, and fuck me running, she’s out to kill me. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through every sensation that’s taking ahold of my body. Christ, popping a boner in a sea of people is not what I had on my agenda, and in my attempt not to, I run through the contracts I’ve got piled on my desk I need to get through, codes, app interfaces, and anything else I can recite to keep my focus off Ronnie’s hands.
“Christ, woman.” I open my eyes, unable to keep my hands at my side any longer, especially when she leaves my chest to slowly slide down my abdomen, getting closer to my dick.
“Having trouble, Jude?” Her voice skates along my chest, hands dipping lower, and while moments ago, I was more than ready to grip her hips, I’m only left with one option. Especially when I feel the tips of her fingers edging along my waistband, dipping inside before pulling back.
“Foxy, you start this, I’ll finish it. We won’t see shit today except the inside of my van.” Which I’m more than okay with. I upgraded my van after last year’s event. I was tired of taking a camp shower off the back of my rig. The amount of water also meant you had to either purchase it from the campground area or lug buckets of water back to where you were staying.
The new van has a fully functional bathroom. No more only having a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink. It even has more room in the kitchen, and instead of it having a college dorm type refrigerator, I now have one twice the size. There’s a bed in the back, one tiny closet, and an outdoor area that extends off the back. My favorite part ofthe van is being able to use it when the weather is right, a cool crispness to the air, and there isn’t a damn mosquito in sight.
“We can’t have that.” Ronnie pauses for a moment before tacking on, “Yet.” I watch her tongue moisten her lips, leaving them shiny and making my mouth water. I’m laser-focused on her while trying to keep my wits about me with other people milling around, which, understandably, is damn hard. My nostrils flare as she presses her body closer to mine. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she takes. Her nipples lightly graze against my bare skin, and there’s only one thing left for me to do.
“I’ve waited long enough,” I mutter, watching as her eyes sparkle, as she sees what I’m after. My mouth hovers above hers, barely a breath away, allowing her to say no but hoping like hell she won’t push me away.
“We’ve waited long enough.” The moment the words leave her lips, I kiss her, hard. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation from me or Ronnie. My mouth claims the woman standing in front of me. I’ve been dying for a taste of her for too damn long. A breathless moan slips from her lips, and my tongue slides in. I keep one hand on her hip, the other moving until I’m cupping the back of her neck, angling her head as I continue dominating the kiss. She moves closer. The tips of her nails score the flesh on my abdomen, and the burn only makes me want more.
Ronnie whimpers into my mouth, but I’m not easing up. If anything, it only makes me deepen the kiss while still trying to stay in control. I pull back in an attempt to slow us down, and that’s when she grazes my lower lip, biting justenough to leave a sting. My baser instincts take over. Slowing down is no longer an option.
