Page 44 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Wrecker wasn’t far behind, his grip on me tightening as he buried himself deep inside me, his breath hot against my neck as he groaned my name. The world shattered around us, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me trembling in his arms.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high, the cool night air a welcome relief against our overheated skin. Wrecker rested his forehead against mine, his breath ragged as he held me close, our hearts pounding in sync.

“Damn, babe,” he finally muttered, his voice low and gravelly. “I really missed you.”

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as I tried to catch my breath. “I missed you too,” I whispered, my fingers brushing through his hair. “More than you know.”

We stayed there for a while longer, just holding each other as the world slowly came back into focus. The lake lapped gently at the shore, the leaves rustling in the breeze as we stood together in the small clearing, lost in our own little world.

Finally, Wrecker pulled back slightly, his hands cupping my face as he looked down at me, his eyes softening. “Let’s go back to the others before they send out a search party,” he said with a grin.

I laughed softly, nodding as I reluctantly let go of him. “Yeah, they’re probably wondering where we disappeared to,” I agreed, though part of me wanted to stay right there, just the two of us, for a little while longer.

We straightened ourselves out, brushing off the dirt and leaves before heading back down the path to the road. As we walked, Wrecker kept his arm around my waist, holding me close as if he couldn’t bear to let go just yet.

And honestly, I didn’t mind one bit.

Meg

The firelight flickered across Lo’s face as he sat on the lawn chair, his attention drifting from the conversation. I hovered over him, my hand outstretched. “Can you help me bring in the s’mores stuff to the RV?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.

He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. “Just leave it, babe. We can take care of it when we go in for the night.”

That wasn’t what I wanted. I leaned over him, our eyes locking, and grabbed his hand. “Just help me now,” I whispered, my voice low and intent.

The moment stretched between us as he studied my expression, realization dawning in his eyes. He understood exactly what I was after. Without another word, he nodded and stood up, helping me gather the s’mores supplies. We moved quietly, unnoticed by the others, who were busy talking and playing some word game Greta had concocted.

We made our way into the RV, the cool night air following us briefly before the door swung shut. I dropped the supplies onto the counter, hearing the soft thud as Lo did the same beside me. I turned to him just as I heard the twist of the lock.

“We won’t be long,” he growled, his voice rough and full of promise. “But I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Before I could respond, Lo pulled me into his arms, his hands firm on my waist as he lifted me onto the counter. My legs instinctively wrapped around him as he moved between them, our bodies pressing together with an intensity that left me breathless. His mouth claimed mine, our kiss ravenous and demanding, the heat between us sparking into a full-blown fire.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his hands roamed over my body, gripping my hips and sliding under my shirt. His touch was possessive, and I responded in kind, tugging at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against mine. There was nothing gentle about the way we moved together, and I didn’t want it any other way.

Lo’s hands found the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down as I helped push them off, the cool air hitting my bare skin for only a moment before his hands were on me again. I worked his pants off, and they pooled at his feet. He pushed into me witha roughness that made me gasp, my back arching as the pleasure shot through me with my ass on the edge of the counter.

We moved together in a frantic rhythm, every thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through my body. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my legs tightening around his waist, pulling him deeper. The RV began to creak and rock with the force of our movements, but I barely registered it, too lost in the sensation of him, the way he filled me completely, driving me toward the edge.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my head falling back against the cabinet as the pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. Lo didn’t let up, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me harder, faster, his breath ragged against my neck.

The RV shook with the force of our coupling, the thought flashing through my mind that someone outside might notice. But there was no way I was going to tell Lo to stop, not when every movement, every rough thrust, was pushing me closer to the brink. I wanted this, wanted him, more than anything.

My body tensed as the pleasure exploded inside me, the release hitting me like a wave crashing against the shore. I cried out, unable to hold back as the ecstasy tore through me, leaving me trembling in his arms. Lo followed right after, his grip on me tightening as he buried himself deep, a guttural growl escaping his lips as he found his own release.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high, the RV stilling around us. Lo rested his forehead against mine, his hands sliding up to cup my face as he gave me a slow, lingering kiss.

“Damn, babe,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I smiled, my fingers brushing through his hair as I caught my breath. “Worth it,” I whispered back, a grin spreading across my face.

We eventually untangled ourselves, the sounds of laughter and conversation still drifting in from outside. I straightened my clothes, glancing around the RV that had just witnessed our passionate encounter.

Lo chuckled as he fixed his own clothing, a satisfied smirk on his face as he leaned back against the counter. “Think they noticed?” he asked, his tone light but teasing.

I shook my head, my cheeks still flushed from our exertions. “If they did, they’ll probably just be jealous,” I quipped, running a hand through my hair to smooth it down.

We shared a look, the heat still simmering between us but with a bit more control now. “I think we better get back out there,” I suggested, trying to suppress the satisfied smile that threatened to take over my face.

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