Page 28 of Chasing Bandit

Wylie's naked body curled around me tightly as he peacefully snored from his position behind me in the bed.

I reached down to touch between my thighs, noticing just how swollen I was from our night together. Positioned between my leg was his thick cock, a vein pulsing gently as it pushed blood to the swollen tip.

He must be having one helluva wet dream right now.

I moved cautiously, unwinding his arms from around my body, trying my best not to wake him. We were drenched in sweat, the air conditioner doing little to cut through the humid summer day, our skin plastered to each other like glue. Unfortunately, my stealth movements caused him to stir, and he spoke without opening his eyes.

“You can sneak out of here, Bandit, but you better believe I’m gon' find you and do that again.”

I chuckled softly, gazing down at his peaceful face. His eyes were still closed with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Heading to his closet, I grabbed the first button-up shirt I saw and slipped it over my naked body.

“Every time you call me Bandit, I’m going to steal something of yours.”

He rolled to his side, his eyes opened, and he was smiling now. “Think I stole something of yours last night too.”

“What’s that?” I asked dropping a hip as I buttoned up the shirt slowly, enjoying the way his eyes trailed my every movement.

“Your first time having unprotected sex.”

I laughed, “Well I wasn’t a virgin.”

“Bet that puckered hole is.”

My jaw dropped open hearing him talk about my other hole again before I'd even had coffee.

He let out a roaring laugh as he flopped back on the bed, his solid cock pointing directly at the ceiling as he took it in one of his hands and stroked downwards.

“Going to jerk off to the thought of taking that hole for a few minutes.”

My body instinctively flushed at his words, and I hated that I was excited about the thought of going there with Wylie. I'd never done that before, but if I did, I wanted it to be with him though I wouldn't admit that.

I slipped on a pair of his clean boxers and shook my head, “You’re insane, Wylie Cameron.” I called over my shoulder.

He laughed loudly again as I slipped out of his room to visions of him stroking his cock in bed.

Later that evening, we all gathered back at Ashwood ranch to unwind by the pool and enjoy a barbecue. Wylie was manning the grill, cooking up burgers and hot dogs, while Nash and Clay worked on assembling an arch for the upcoming wedding.

I lounged lazily on a raft in the tiniest bikini I could find, flipping through a magazine, while Jovie relaxed beside me. The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the scene, and the air was filled with the scent of grilling meat and the sound of laughter.

“Ok, I’ve got one. Would you rather go back in time and meet your ancestors or go into the future and meet your great-great-grandkids?” I asked.

“The future, without a doubt. I can’t imagine what these twins are going to be like, so to meet their kids, kids would be a dream.” Jovie responded.

Nash nodded in agreement from where he worked next to the pool.

“Probably the future but mostly because I want to see what the world is like at that point,” Clay chimed in.

“What about you, Wylie?” Jovie asked.

"That's assuming I have kids someday," Wylie said as he cracked open a beer and stepped away from the grill, walking straight into the deep end of the pool. When he surfaced, he grabbed onto my raft and climbed aboard, nearly tipping me off and scooting way too close.

"And what does the wife say?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "You want kids someday, honey?"

I rolled my eyes to punctuate my point, “I think you need to be having that discussion with your real wife in the future.”

“You are my real wife.” He gritted out.

I ignored his comment, “I’d choose to go back in time so that I could meet your great-great-great grandpa Homer and convince him to tear up his stupid deed so that I didn't have to marry you in the first place.”

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