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Rachel exhaled. “I’ve had ADHD since I was a kid. I take meds for it, but I don’t tell people because everyone wants to buy my Adderall from me. Either that, or they think I’mfaking itbecause I still function without medication. We are all a little fucked up. And with you, that sucks about your folks because you didn’t justpick this upfrom someone. It isn’tchlamydia. You’ve probably had it a long time and didn’t know. You’re still a badass.”

“Most badass womanI’veever met,” Barrett said, resting his cheek on her head.

Will and Ava smiled at him like proud parents watching their child take their first steps.

Will leaned toward the fire. “He’s a good guy, Chastity. A bit of a jackass sometimes, but if anyone can handle him, a tough sumbitch likeyoucan.”

As the fire died and their friends packed up for the evening, Barrett pulled Chastity to the front of his Jeep, stealing a moment while the others were distracted.

“What?” Chastity asked, confused.

He pinned her to the grill, grasped her neck, and kissed her with a fervor that surprised her. His hand slipped up her shorts, between her legs, grazing the fabric of her panties. She quietly groaned against his mouth, squirming against his hand.

“You look sexy in my hoodie.” His hand retreated from her thighs and gently pinched her nipple piercing through the thin fabric of her shirt until her eyes fluttered.

“What do you say we get the fuck out of here and have ourselves a proper sleepover?” Barrett whispered into her ear. “Maybe finish what we started on the mountain yesterday?”

Chastity cupped the bulge in his pants, rising on her toes to kiss him with enough passion to give him a clear answer. She tugged his lip between her teeth and released it as she stepped away.

“Drive fast.”

“You got it.” He slapped her on the ass, and she yipped, climbing into his passenger seat. “Just nottoofast,” he joked. “I’m in ateensybit of hot water with the police around here lately.”

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As soon as thedoor pushed open, Barrett hung his keys on the jackalope and hoisted Chastity in the air, wrapping her bare legs around his waist as he carried her to the bathroom. Her rainbow locks caressed his cheeks as their hungry mouths collided, tongues skillfully flicking at one another.

In seconds, he had spun the faucet dial and set her down on the counter as hot steam filled the tiny room.

She stripped off his shirt, scrambling for his belt, tugging the buckle, and ripping the leather strap from the loops. She wrapped it over him, using it like reins to pull him in between her parted legs.

The look of lust in her eyes had a hint of something darker, and that desire made him hard. He unzipped, pushing his pants and underwear to the floor. Her eyes settled on his dick, and she smiled. He yanked off her shirt, freeing her breasts, sensitivenipples pierced through with horizontal bars. In seconds, he’d yanked her free of her skimpy shorts, and she sat naked and beautiful in front of him.

He pulled her roughly into the shower, pressing her against the tile wall gently by her throat as the delightfully hot water soothed her chilled skin.

Barrett closed the glass door and growled into her ear. “You’re adirtygirl, Aphrodite.”

He pressed his hard cock against her thigh, feeling the hot water rush over them both. “Let’s get you clean.”

He released her and she grinned as he squirted a liberal amount of shampoo in his hand. He spun her around, working it through her rainbow tresses, watching the bubbly suds dribble down the curves of her breasts.

He used the rest on himself, lathering quickly. She felt turned on, watching him rub circles on his scalp, watching rivulets of water trickle down the deep-cut grooves of his body, admiring the sloped paths they took through the muscular “V” of his pelvis.

They rinsed, and she leaned into him, breasts pressed against his chest as she massaged conditioner into their hair. Squirting some in her own hand, she gripped his cock. His head rolled back, savoring the sensation as she slipped her fist back and forth around his shaft.

As soon as they rinsed, he spun her again and slowly shoved her against the other wall, holding her there below the showerhead.

He hoisted her up again with ease, wrapping her legs around his hips, positioning the head of his dick at her entrance, eager to dip inside. He cupped her jaw and pressed her harder into the tile. He growled into her ear, “Do you want me?”

“More than anything,” she panted through the force of his hand, one holding her tight enough to restrict her movement but not too tight to breathe.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, pressing her back hard against the wall, trying to use it as leverage to tilt her pelvis toward him, wanting to feel him sink inside.

He shot his own hips back, not allowing her to call the shots. “Bad girl.You know what I want to hear.”

She grinned and defiantly bucked her hips again, finally relenting. “This pussy is all yours.”

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