His hiss warms the back of my neck when he discovers how wet I am.
The song blends into the next one as DK rubs circles through the crotch of my thong, then glides his fingers up and down the seam. My hips rock into his touch, my ass grinding against him like I’m dancing to the music. Heat pools low and heavy, my core clenching. I’m going to come right here, surrounded by potential voters. Our privacy is granted only by darkness and distraction.
DK slides the string of my thong aside and sinks two fingers into my soaked pussy. I swallow my cries at feeling the thrust of flesh on flesh.
The guitar rips through the speakers, hyping the crowd. DK creates a decadent friction. It’s sharp and biting, exactly like I need it. Phones lift. Lights flicker all around us. My world narrows to pressure. Rhythm. I’m being finger-fucked in the middle of a crowd—exposed and invisible all at once.
When his thumb finds my clit, massaging that tender spot with singular focus, the intensity is blissfully brutal. My release hits like a storm. I bite down on my lip to trap the scream, my grip tightening on the radio as pleasure tears through me. It’s almost too much to bear, but he keeps going, stroking over tender tissues until I come again. Helpless against theonslaught, I squeeze my legs around his hand, moans clawing at my throat.
When the song ends in whistles and applause, my breaths are heaving, and my body works to stay upright. DK steadies me for a moment, his hands moving to my hips before they slowly leave me. Feeling the absence of him, I turn and catch a glimpse. He’s wearing a black Summer Festival cap, pulled low, obscuring his face, the white of his polo glows faintly in the night—slipping sideways through the crowd. If anyone glanced our way, they’d see distance. Separation. Nothing to connect.
I stand there, dazed. Throbbing. My phone buzzes a minute later. Hands shaking, I open DK’s message.
DK: Still licking you off my fingers.
Heat floods me all over again. For a half second, I consider finishing what we started at my place. Then common sense wins.
I duck into the nearest restroom to clean up. The toilet paper sticks to my damp inner thighs, and a sputter of hysterical laughter bubbles out of me.
That was insane. Though my sated body wholeheartedly disagrees. I’ve never done anything remotely like that in public. I’d wanted to, but anytime I brought up one of my fantasies to Hollis, he made me feel like a nasty ho. I later learned he was one of those men who wanted his girlfriend demure and his side pieces doing cartwheels on his dick.
DK didn’t hesitate. Didn’t question. Didn’t judge. He just showed up and delivered.
I wash my hands at the sink, and note my glassy-eyed reflection is of a woman who just got hers. In the middle of a crowd. And loved every minute of it.
The next morning, I’m wailing the lyrics to “Independently Owned” fromShuckedwhen my phone rings.I pause it and answer.
Anika wastes no time on pleasantries. “You’re everywhere.”
“What?” I panic, nearly sloshing hot coffee down my top.
“That line was brilliant,” she raves. “‘It definitely needs an overhaul’ is getting major replay.”
“Oh.” A breath of relief rushes from me hard enough to turn my dark roast cold. For a second, I thought?—
“Diablo’s camp hasn’t responded yet,” she continues. “But they will.”
“I’m sure,” I say, my breathing finally returning to normal. DK must be in catch-up mode, figuring out how to spin the line.
Sorry. Not sorry.
The only thing I felt bad about was leaving him high and dry at the concert. Though when we spoke last night, he assured me I had no reason to.
Your pleasure is my pleasure.
My heart gives a silly little twirl. That man knows exactly how to melt me. Even the way he saysLoo-nahstill makes me school-girl giddy.
We talked for an hour. Me snuggled under my blanket with his deep, warm voice in my ear. The topics were casual, nothing important—just sharing time and space until we see each other again.
He admitted that Neo knows about us. And I confessed that I’d told Lot.
Technically, it’s no longer a secret once more than two people know. But Neo and Lot are our vaults. Loyal to the bone.
We both know how important it is to stay invisible. So without the cover of any more crowds, I’ll have to behave myself until Grove Cove. The build-up will be worth it.
Five more sleeps. I’m counting them down with red Xs on my refrigerator calendar.
After Anika finishes running through today’s remarks, I end the call and get ready for the last day of the festival.
