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I don’t know what I was thinking, coming here. I have no invitation, just this… chemistry. I’m not even sure I can deal with seeing Pick. He mixes me up inside, making me feel all these things. Lust, need, embarrassment, confusion, aggravation, more lust—it’s a long list. Pick’s like a bag of chips, and there’s no way I stop until I’m licking the crumbs, still craving more. I can tell myself as many times as I want that I’ll stop after one. One kiss, one touch, one night of hook up sex. One big fat lie. One certainly hasn’t been enough for me so far.
So I get out of the car and make my way toward the RV. He hasn’t even bothered locking it. The handle turns easily beneath my fingers.
Pick
I have company. The door to my RV snicks open, light spilling in from the camp outside. It’s still dark as fuck, though, so I’m not certain who’s making free with my place. I lever myself up on one arm. Late-night visits aren’t usually social calls, and the red numbers on the alarm clock read well after one o’clock. My boys do like their practical jokes, though, so I pull a wait-and-see.
It’s Christmas.
Santa dropped the biggest, best-ever gift on my doorstop and I can’t wait to unwrap it. Her.
Because that’s Sarah Jo inching her way inside my door. Her oversized Hanes is rendered semi-transparent by the faint light behind her, exposing the curve of her waist, and Christ, her magnificent tits. I didn’t pay nearly enough attention to those tits when I had her spread out on that desk, and that’s a mistake I should fix ASAP.
“You need something, Sarah Jo?”
She hovers in the open doorway, rubbing one foot against the other. One bare foot against the other. I hope she dropped her shoes at the door, but I get the feeling she drove up here this way. I should take a look at her feet. The ground outside is rough. We’ve got sticks, pinecones, and a shitload of stones. She could be cut up. I should make sure she’s okay, offer to kiss it better wherever it hurts.
“I’ve changed my mind.” Her voice is low but sure. “If your offer still stands.”
Logically, I know she’s wearing a pair of denim shorts beneath that gigantic cotton shroud, but it’s no good. I should get up and take a cold shower. Or find me a nice mountain stream to soak in until I can think about something, anything, other than putting her in my bed and making her come. Again. Doing what I should do is a goddamn problem. I want this woman something fierce.
I find myself gaping like a hooked fish, my dick tenting the sheet over my lap. Hope to fuck Sarah Jo has really poor night vision, or she’s gonna think I’m making assumptions about what her presence in my RV means. At dark o’clock. Mostly naked.
She slams the door shut, pads forward, and stumbles over my gear bag. Guess that answers the question of how good her night vision is. She seems to be flying blind here, which makes two of us. I’m used to the dark, however, so I can see the way she holds her hands out in front of her, sort of feeling her way. I reach out and hook a finger in the hem of her T-shirt, tugging her in my direction.
“One o’clock and two feet,” I promise her.
She lets me guide her, moving forward slowly until she bumps against my bed. Should have gone to her, right? I have no idea what’s happening next, but I know I don’t want to hop out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, sporting a monster hard-on and a grin.
She plants a knee on the bed. “You promised you’d always have a pair of open arms for me.”
“Uh-huh.” Fuck me if anything more coherent is coming out of my mouth tonight. Her eyes roam over my face, looking for something, and I try to slap an expression on my face that’s more welcoming than ravening beast, but I totally want to eat her up. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Okay. She seems to like what she sees, so that’s good.
Just to test that hypothesis, and not because I’m dying to touch her (liar), I wrap my hand around her knee, urging her forward. Sure enough, beneath that too-big T-shirt, she’s all long, bare legs wherever I touch. Those have to be the shortest shorts in all creation, and I’m a fan.
