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I nodded. “Yeah, right now.”

“Your tits, your ass, your legs, and your perfect pussy,” he came right out and said. “I just wanna fuck you and eat you and lick you and touch you and… Jesus, I don’t even know what else there is to do to you, but I know I wanna do that, too.”

“Johnny,” I breathed, trembling.

“Maybe you should get drunk,” he suggested. “Maybe that way I won’t get in too much trouble?”

“Yeah.” Trembling, I reached for my bottle. “Maybe I should.”

* * *

Hungover didn’t begin to describe the battering my head was taking when I came to the following morning, withered up on the floor of our tent. My stomach was conducting a civil war against my upchuck reflexes and I didn’t dare move a muscle, terrified of which might win. Lying perfectly still, I opened my poor eyes, groaning when the sunshine attacked my ability to see straight.

“I’m dying,” I whimpered, praying for some salvation or at the very least a little divine intervention. “Dear God, save me.”

A pained groan came from somewhere close by, and with great effort I managed to turn my head to the side and find Johnny. He looked as bad as I felt and was squirming in what looked like physical pain. “Make it stop,” his deep voice begged. Twisting onto his stomach, he face-planted on the floor and then groaned loudly. “Close the curtains or something, Shan, fucking anything—” Burying his face in his pillow, he pleaded, “Just make the sun stop shining.”

“I can’t,” I wailed, feeling terribly sorry for myself. “I’m on the way out here, Johnny.”

It must have taken great effort from him, but I felt a heavy arm slump over my stomach, and then his fingers were trailing over my flesh in small circles. “At least we’ll go together,” he coaxed, face still buried in his pillow. “We’ve had a good run of it.”

“But I’m naked,” I croaked out. “I don’t want to die naked.”

“Won’t matter when we’re dead,” he declared, equally naked beside me.

Hungover as I was, I couldn’t resist the urge to sweep my gaze over his naked form, eyes lingering on his bare ass. “Did we, uh…” Shivering, I folded my arms across my bare breasts. “Did we do it last night?”

“Do what?”

“Havesex?”

“No sex.” Giving my hip a little squeeze, he buried his face back into his pillow and starfished on the floor. “Just sleep.”

Unconvinced, I peeked around for the evidence of a foil wrapper, only to panic when I didn’t find one. “But we’re naked,” I croaked out. I tentatively shifted my hips and felt that familiar ache.

“I know,” he mumbled. “Now sleep, Shan.Please.I have to drive us back home in a few hours and I’m trying to sweat the Jameson out of me, baby.”

“Oh, okay.” Squirming from the ache between my legs, I mirrored his actions and carefully rolled onto my stomach, watching him sleep.

My silence lasted all of seven minutes before I reached over and poked the ridiculously large bicep flexed around a pillow. “Hey, are you sure we didn’t have sex?”

Groaning under his breath, Johnny attempted a sleepy nod. “Hundred percent.”

“I feel like something’s been inside of me, Johnny,” I squeezed out, shivering as my body drowned in the feeling of being thoroughly satiated. “Maybe not full on penetration,” I amended. Tingling ripples of pleasure and excitement darted through me at the thought. “But there was definitely somethinginsideme.”

“Yeah,” Johnny replied, peering up at me through one squinted blue eye. He held up his hand and twiddled his fingers. “These.”

“Oh.” Heat crept up my body. “Okay.”

“Night, love you,” he mumbled, closing his eyes once more.

“But it’s morning.”

“Shh…sleep.”

Feeling needy, I braced myself and slowly wiggled over to his body. He was burning up, his skin hot and welcoming. Snuggling in to his side, I stroked my cheek against his shoulder.

“I’m trying to die in peace here, Shannon,” he groaned. “And you’re giving my dick notions.”

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