Page 6 of I Just Want to be Yours

Dave points to the larger stage at the center of the festival. “Broken Ridge is great. They’ll be next on the main stage.”

Matt throws his arm around Rae. “Let’s do it.”

Jackson and I trail a few paces behind the band and our friends. He kisses the side of my hair, and I lean into him as we walk. His voice is low in my ear when he says, “You sure you don’t want to find the van?”

Laughter warms my chest as I push him away from me. “I am not having sex with you in the van.”

He grins, and I love seeing the amusement shining behind those eyes.

When he keeps looking at me, I add, “Really,” to drive the point home.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he shrugs. “Offer’s on the table, Red.”

I roll my eyes and leave his side to catch up with Rae, hooking my arm through hers. When I look over my shoulder, Jackson’s watching me with enough intensity to make my cheeks flush. He drags his thumb over his bottom lip as he shamelessly looks from my ass back up to my eyes, and that familiar heat settles deep within me.

“Behave,” I mouth, playfully scolding him.

“No,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear, a smirk toying at the corner of his mouth.

Rae looks back at him for the sudden outburst, but Jackson shrugs and points at me.

Rae nudges me and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Do you see the way he looks at you?”

Heat warms my chest and cheeks, and I nod. The way Jackson looks at me is one of my favorite things about him. He looks at me like I’m the only thing he sees.

Swallowing, my eyes dare to jump to Braden a few feet ahead of us. He’s talking to Matt now, but I can’t help thinking about how he had looked at me before.

I’m probably reading into it too much.

I’m sure it was nothing.

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Music feels so fucking good.The bass vibrates through my chest while the stage lights flash against the night sky. Everything about today has been so fucking good.

The edible Braden gave me a few hours ago might have something to do with that.

Margot and I split it, but Matt and Rae passed.

The ever-responsible duo.

I didn’t have much of an opinion about Braden before today, but he’s cool.

The song changes, and Margot changes the tempo of her hips along with it. She’s been grinding her ass against me all day. Her hand holds the back of my neck as she leans her back against my chest, letting her hips continue their slow assault.

I can’t wait to get her home.

Her hair is up after a long day in the heat, and I press my lips to her exposed neck. I swear I can feel her entire body hum happily before she melts into me more. Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging it at the roots while she dances against me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Slipping my handunder her shirt, I drag it over her bare stomach and let out a low, guttural sound. She tilts her head back against my shoulder, giving me more access to her neck, and I kiss her just below her ear. I may not be able to hear her suck in a breath, but I can feel it. Just like I can feel her rapidly beating heart when she turns in my arms to face me. I feel the brush of her fingertips as she combs through my hair and the warmth of her mouth on mine.

I grip the back of her neck, my thumb tracing the soft curve of her jaw as I kiss her deeper. As soon as her tongue eases into my mouth, everything else fades away. I’m left with only Margot and the music, and I can’t get enough.

This day has been fucking perfect. Even as I kiss her, she slips her fingers into the front of my pants, tugging me closer. When she lets go to turn back around, they lightly brush the bulge of my jeans, and I almost lose it.

Song after song, she finds new ways to keep me on edge, and I have a feeling she knows exactly what she’s doing. I might have had to fight a hard-on with her all day, but I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun. I mean, we’ve been having a great time all summer, but there’s something about being in this electric environment with her that makes this random Saturday feel like a cause for celebration.

By the end of the night, as we walk back to the parking lot with Matt, Rae, and Braden, I don’t want it to end. Dave and the guys split after we watched a couple of sets together. I have no idea if they’re still here, but I have a feeling they’ll all wake up hungover tomorrow.

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