Then he licked my hand.
"It's ketchup, drama queen."
Then we both dissolved into a fit of giggles, which had us trippin' over each other and ending up in a heap on the dirt dance floor.
"Alright, you two are cut off," Rhett said, towering above us.
"Party pooper." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Git." Rhett tipped his chin behind us, and Brody and I both fell over ourselves trying to look that way. Luke leaned up against his truck, Mrs. Lancaster already safely tucked inside the passenger seat. We leaned on each other to get up, probably looking like two newborn foals trying to get their legs.
Brody hooted and hollered his farewells with his arm wrapped around me while we stumbled a zig-zag to the truck. After Luke shut the door to the rear seat, I leaned my head against Brody's shoulder, and passed the fuck out.
"Oh, God,"I groaned. "Tastes like Cat shit in my mouth."
I attempted to unglue my eyelids, but it was a struggle. When I managed one, I was met with Brody Lancaster, propped up on one elbow, staring at me with a big-ass grin on his stupid sexy face.
I winced.
"Mmm," Brody hummed, leaning in closer. "How 'bout a kiss?"
"Ew," I said, palming his face. "Why are you?"
He laughed and flopped back onto the bed. "Why am I what?"
"Just…" I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes and ground them into the sockets. "Whyareyou?"
"Not feelin' so hot this morning, viper?"
"No," I grumped. "But… why are you?"
Brody laughed again and the sound hurt my head.
"Can you not? Your laughin' hurts me."
He reached over and manhandled me into bein' his little spoon.
It felt nice.
That feels nice.
I groaned again, recalling the inside thoughts that slipped out last night.
"No more shots. Ever. I'm too fucking old for this shit."
"I'll take care'a you, baby."
He slid his hand down my stomach, intentions loud and clear.
"Boy scout, it's bound to be dryer than the Sahara down there."
He circled my clit with two fingers as tiny—almost subconscious—thrusts of his hips had his hardening cock pressing against my ass.
The fact that I was thirsty, had a raging headache, and needed to pee seemed to mean next to nothing as the remaining liquid in my body pooled between my legs. Traitorous fuckin' pussy had no sense of self-preservation, offering up the last of our reserves to get a little dick.
Brody dipped his fingers lower, gathering the wetness there and bringing it up to continue stroking my clit. He pressed his lips to my shoulder, and I turned my head to meet his gaze. We stayed like that as my breathing picked up and I was grinding against both his hand and his dick. I was looking straight into his eyes when I came on a long, low moan that had my entire body shaking. It was somehow more intimate than half the sex we'd had.
"Better?" he asked as he peppered kisses up and down my arm.
