“You like that?” I groan when we both come up for air. Ronnie doesn’t need to respond, I already know the answer. She fucking does. We’ve played this game for far too long. The teasing back and forth is leading us straight to a hunger we both crave.
“Jude.” Her eyes open, as do mine. We’re interrupted by a few cat whistles and people clapping, probably not the best place to lose my mind and have a hot and heavy make-out session with her.
“Foxy,” I say the name I gave her the minute she finally gave in and started talking over the mic. Ronnie is fucking gorgeous and sweet, the full damn package. The more I learn about her, the deeper I fall for her.
“We probably should stay here for a moment, but maybe not that close together.” There’s amusement in her tone. And what does the vixen do? She pulls her hands away from my abdomen and manages to plaster herself to me. Her hands slide to my sides, skating a path until she’s completely wrapped around me.
“Probably not.” I squeeze her hip, the tips of my fingers pressing into the fleshy party of her ass, dip my hips, and move in a way that lets her know what she’s doing to me. My cock most definitely is outlining my shorts. Us staying like this isn’t going to help any, either.
“I’m going to turn around. You can use me as a shield?” A delicate eyebrow lifts in question.
“Foxy, your ass is just as hot.” She tosses her head back laughing at my statement. “It’s the damn truth. Ever since Igot a glimpse of you from behind last night, been dreaming about it.” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she reaches around me, grabs the bottle of suntan lotion, and tosses it into her bag before zipping it. I watch as she uses a different clasp to keep the two ends together and become a pick-pocketer’s worst nightmare. She secures the bag to her body and grabs our drinks, keeping her hands busy and making it impossible to leave mine on her body.
“You good?” I ask her. Maybe she’s processing shit and thinking I took it too far. I may be able to hack into social media, banking apps, security systems, and a slew of other shit, but the same can’t be said about digging into people’s thoughts.
“Yeah, I mean, besides trying to contain the need to climb you like a tree, I’m peachy keen.” She hands me my drink, probably a good thing since we’re still surrounded.
“Fuck, Foxy. It’s going to take everything I have to keep my hands to myself. You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” I only stubbed my cigarette out before getting to this area, and now I’m ready for another. The one craving I have is for more of Ronnie.
More of her kiss.
More of her smell.
More of her touch.
More. More. More.
And it’s repeating in my head like a carousel that goes round and round.
“I promise I’ll tell you. I also solemnly swear that I will not ever complain about you touching any part of my body.”Ronnie holds her hand to the side of her body, palm out, similar to a scout’s honor.
“Ass included?” She closes her eyes for a moment, and this time, there isn’t a ball of worry sitting like a pit in my stomach. Her breathing intensifies, and after the past twenty-four hours, plus that kiss, she’s all fucking for it.
“Yes, with lots of stretching and plenty of lube. Remember, I’ve felt your cock now. I know exactly how big you are. And, Jude, you’re really freaking huge.” My head on my shoulders and the one currently still hard from earlier heard her loud and proud.
“Guess I’ll be hitting a store, then.”
“Yes, we will.” She spins on her heel, giving me her back and inadvertently her ass, too. “Come on, I wanna be on the rail for the next band.” The only fucking thing I want to rail is Ronnie.
“Let’s roll.” I move to stand beside her, our fingers lacing together, and since I’m taller, I lead the way. As much as I’d rather she be by my side, it’s damn impossible when there are so many crowds of people walking from one stage to the other.
“I’m so excited. I’ve been wanting to see them for years, but they’re not touring, only doing festivals.” She scream-yells at my ear when we come to a standstill to allow a mass to get through.
“Hell yeah, you need anything else before we get to the stage? Food, water?” Once we get to the front of the stage, there’s no leaving without pissing people off or losing our spot.
“I’m good.” I nod in response. We make it as the lastshow finishes up. People are leaving, and this time, Ronnie takes the lead. My hand is still in hers, fingers laced, and she’s squeezing it with the excitement swirling around us. She’s jumping, skipping, and smiling like she’s experiencing Disney for the first time as a kid.
“Something changes, let me know. Also, stay in front of me. Crowd surfers are gonna be wild, and gravity takes them wherever they fall. I’ll lift them and help. Duck your head when you can, yeah?” Shit can get rowdy fast. Surfers forget to cross their legs and use their stomach muscles to help out. It’s part of the festival experience. Still, I don’t want Ronnie receiving a concussion or worse. I’ve seen broken jaws, black eyes, and who else knows what.
“I will.” We make it to the area, right where the band is playing. The stagehands are setting up for the next band. “This good, you think?” Ronnie asks.
“Yeah, Foxy, this is fucking perfect.” I bracket her from behind, my hands going to either side of her body.
“It really is.” Her head turns, I dip my head, and she presses a kiss to my lips. We settle in, shoot the shit, talk about whatever comes to mind, and when the band, Pop Evil, takes the stage, Ronnie loses her mind. She sings right along with them, starting withTorn to Piecesand every single song after, dancing and swaying her hips. She’s having the time of her life, and I’m doing the same. All while keeping her safe right in front of me.
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RONNIE
