Page 3 of Alice & Meg

“Harder, please,” I pleaded, my voice breathless with need. “Faster.”

Lo obliged, his movements becoming more urgent as he drove me to the brink of ecstasy. With each thrust, I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge again, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of Lo.

“Get there, babe,” Lo urged, his voice filled with encouragement and need.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, I felt my orgasm crash over me; pleasure washed over me in waves as I surrendered myself completely.

Lo followed soon after, his release echoing mine as we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure.

We laid together, spent and sated. Lo gathered me in his arms, pulling the covers over us.

“I know we’re on a getaway and should be out exploring, at the very least rubbing elbows with your car buddies, but I’m ready for a nap and maybe a round two before the welcome dinner?” I suggested with a mischievous twinkle in my eye.

Lo growled playfully and pressed a kiss to my neck. “That sounds like a good plan to me.”

Chapter Two

Alice

“Do you think they’ve got any cow statues?”

Wrecker folded his arms over his chest and looked up at the large giraffe statue. “I’m sure they don’t, but god knows you are going to track down whoever it is that orders these fucking statues and see if they have a cow.”

We were standing by the entrance of The Kalahari, waiting for Nikki and Pipe. There were large statues of elephants and giraffes by the front, and I couldn’t help but admire them.

I squinted and wrinkled my nose. “I mean, I do have real-life highlands, but it would be pretty cool to have a statue of one at the end of the driveway. Oh, we could get two, and they could be Elvis and Priscilla.”

Wrecker shook his head. “I’m not even surprised anymore.”

“As you shouldn’t be,” I laughed. “This is all par for the course right now, beardilocks.”

Wrecker put his arm around me and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “How about we stick to live cows and leave the statues at the Kalahari?” he suggested.

“I think that sounds entirely normal, and I won’t stand for it.” Normal, blegh.

“Again,” Wrecker drawled, “not at all surprised.”

“Yo, Alice,” Nikki called. She was dragging a large bright blue suitcase behind her with Pipe next to her, who was dragging a large cooler behind him. “You cannot fit one of those statues in your car.”

Pipe grabbed the suitcase from Nikki and glared at her. “I told you I would get the damn suitcase, woman.”

“You were taking too long,” Nikki shrugged. “Sometimes it’s just easier if I do it myself.”

“Because I was getting the damn cooler out of the back. This thing weighs like a hundred and ninety pounds.” Pipe nodded to the cooler he was dragging behind him. “What the hell did you pack in here?” he asked.

“Just the necessities,” Nikki shrugged. “Things are expensive here. I’m not going to pay five bucks for a bottle of water when I can bring my own.”

“This is just water in here?” Pipe asked.

Nikki squinted up at Pipe. “Why are you questioning me? Arlo helped me pack the darn thing. You think he would help me pack junk? We have only the necessities in there.”

Pipe leveled his glare on Nikki. “Well, the kid belongs to you, so yeah, I would say he would do anything to humor his mom to make her happy.”

“He belongs to you, too,” she grunted back. “I saw that firsthand when he refused to pack the air fryer.”

Pipe dropped the handle of the cooler, and it clattered to the ground. “You wanted to bring the damn air fryer? We’re only here for four fucking days, Nikki! And I don’t know about you, but one of the perks about being away from home is eating out.”

“What if I want a snack in the middle of the night?” Nikki countered. “You really think I’m going to want to haul my cookies out of bed to track down some dry-ass sandwich from a vending machine?”

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