Page 56 of Breathless With Her

She also had that suntan line and had put on red lipstick to go with her jean miniskirt and red tank.

There were probably a few other country songs that I would be singing by the end of the day considering that we were on our way to an outdoor country music festival over at Red Rocks. But, seriously, Erin in that skirt was going to be the death of me.

“Devin, if you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to have to pull over so we can get each other off before we go to the festival,” she said, tugging down her skirt.

I groaned, gripping the steering wheel harder. “Seriously. You’ve got to stop talking like that.”

“You’re the one who started it.”

“You’re the one wearing that skirt.”

“Really?” she said, and I looked over, wincing.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh, I know. And I am wearing this skirt to get you hard. And because I’m hot.”

“Yeah, damn straight, you’re hot.”

“I meant, it’s hot out. We’re going to be outside. And the amount of sunscreen I’m wearing is a little ridiculous right now.”

“Well, you just let me know when you need me to apply some more.”

“You’re a lecher.”

“But I’m your lecher.”

She gave me a weird look and then shook her head.

“What?”

“My sister said something similar, but about her being my asshole.”

I chuckled, turning into the parking lot. “Do I want to know?”

“Nope. It was a few days ago, and not that important.”

I had a feeling from the tone of her voice that it was very important, but I didn’t press her on it. She didn’t seem to want to talk about it, and we were about to meet the rest of my family and our mutual friends. Not the best time to get into it.

“Well, I’m here if you need me.”

“I know.” She studied my face, and the heat between us died just a little. I wanted to know what she was looking at, what she was thinking. But, again, not the right time.

“Okay, so how did we get time off for this?” she asked, unbuckling her seatbelt.

I quickly got out of the truck and walked over to her side to help her out. She slid down my body again, and I held back a groan.

“We really need to get you a stool or something.”

“You know, one time I was in a grocery store and this big truck—I think it was a dually even—pulled up in front of the entrance. The passenger side opened, and this stool was thrust out on a rope.”

“A stool on a rope?”

“Yep. And then she used the rope to position the stool exactly where she wanted it and then got out and then put the stool back in.”

“You don’t need a damn rope. If I was going to actually let you get a stool, then I would get my ass out of the cab, walk around, get the stool, and help you down.”

“Ah, but what if the man couldn’t?”

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