He brings our clasped hands to his mouth and runs his lips along my knuckles. With a kiss to my fingers, he places my hand behind his neck, then runs his fingers over my wrist and up my arm until he reaches my neck and brings our heads closer together. “I don’t see you as trouble.”
“You know, we still have the rooms for another hour if the two of you need some privacy,” Phil says.
I laugh under my breath while Westley winks, then pulls back, returning to his breakfast.
“If you could be quieter than last night, though, that would be great,” Rachel mumbles.
Well… fuck.
27
“Okay, so far, I have face riding.” Maevyn looks over her notebook at me.
“Is this my fantasy list or yours?” I laugh, running a hand up and down her ankle where her feet rest on my lap. We left thirty minutes ago, after we stopped by the gift shop so Maevyn could take photos and grab some freshly picked berries for the road. When we were waiting in line, there was a bunch of Ledger Farm merchandise, including a strawberry-scented gel pen and a notebook with the farm logo.
“Something edible, like whipped cream. Or chocolate sauce?” she says, before taking a bite of a strawberry. “I dunno, but I want to be a meal.”
“You’re already my favourite meal, so I vote that goes to the top of the list.”
She chuckles, then pops the rest of her strawberry in her mouth. “A nipple-only orgasm.”
“Is that why you got them pierced? Sexual perks?”
Maevyn closes the notebook, her hand still marking the page. “No, Presley convinced me.”
“How?”
“When she was teaching me how to pole dance, she said you have to find yourself sexy. The dance is just as much for you as anyone watching. I didn’t really have a lot of sexual confidence before that, and she said her piercings made her feel sexy, so I decided to follow in her footsteps.”
“Do you think it made a difference?”
“You mean, after I forgave her for telling me they didn’t hurt when, in fact, they did?”
I laugh. “Yeah, after that.”
She nods. “Yeah. I’m glad I got them.”
“Anything else on your list?”
She flips her notebook open again. “Watching each other. Sex under the stars.”
I smile over at her. “That sounds more romantic than what I expected from you.”
“A frisky car ride,” she says, her voice low, feet moving with purpose where they rest over my lap.
I raise my eyebrows as her heel brushes over my cock. My eyes shift to the rear view mirror, noting no one behind us. It’s been blissfully quiet on the roads today.
“You trying to cross something off your list already?”
She keeps rubbing her feet over me. Devious little thing.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she says. Her foot presses firmer, tracing the outline of my rapidly hardening cock. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
From the corner of my eye, I see her shift in her seat, then pop the button on her jeans. I’m already squirming in my seat as she shifts her feet from my lap and rests them against the centre console.
I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road, but a glance back at her shows her easing her jeans off, and I manage to catch a flash of her bare pussy.
When a soft moan fills the cab of my ute, my fist clenches around the steering wheel, and I reach my other hand for the gear shift.
