Page 80 of Brewbies
Ethan’s lips twitched as he angled himself between her thighs.
“Oh, f—” Darby’s words dissolved into a moan as Ethan buried himself inside her.
He rocked into her, his hips thrusting as he—quite literally—drove her up the wall.
He moved his hands to the corset at her chest, entwining his fingers in the satin ribbons that held it together. With one swift tug, Ethan freed Darby’s breasts.
When he saw the pasties over her nipples, his eyes met hers in a rare moment of understanding.
She was wearing them because she’d be removing her corset as part of her performance with Gabe. Because people would look at the breasts that he’d had his hands, his lips, his tongue on.
Because she intended to show her body to every person on the other side of these camper walls.
Walls that were beginning to list ever so slightly in time with Ethan’s punishing thrusts. Thrusts that were beginning to make the ancient axles of the camper’s wheel wells emit cheerful squeaks. Squeaks that were slowly being drowned out by Ethan’s raw, rhythmic grunts.
Heat flooded into Darby’s cheeks and spilled down her chest.
There was not one chance in hell that every single soul didn’t know what they were doing.
“Ethan,” she said, both warning and plea as the first coiled tendrils of her release unfurled within her.
“I know.” He followed her over the brink with a roar that could likely be heard at least as far as the ferry.
Ethan collapsed over her in the aftermath. His scent filled her nostrils, and she closed her eyes, breathing him in. Letting the warmth of his body seep into hers until every inch of her skin was humming.
Darby’s lids fluttered open to find his face hovering a hairsbreadth away from hers, his eyes burning an unspoken question. With a single nod, Darby answered it, pressing her lips to his in an all-consuming kiss that left no doubt as to what was coming next.
She melted into him, savoring the feel of his muscular arms wrapped around her waist as he drew her closer.
When they finally untangled their limbs, their breathing had slowed.
“Now about those permits?” Ethan asked.
Darby smiled up at him, gaining her feet with some effort and crossing the short distance to her pantry on wobbling legs. Finding the stack, she rolled them into a scroll and tucked them into the waistband of his still-unbuttoned pants.
“Happy now?” she asked as she stepped into a pair of shorts to cover the mess he’d created.
Ethan tucked the papers under his arm and began to zip up. “I will be when you agree to go out with me.”
Darby choked on her watery sip of the iced mocha she’d abandoned in her hurry this morning. “Excuse me?”
Ethan turned to face her. “A date, Darby. You and me. Talking. Eating food.”
Darby’s mouth dropped open. “You mean, in public?”
“Yep.”
“Within the presence of other humans?” she asked.
“That’s the idea.” He held out his hand. “Ready for our walk of shame?”
Darby took it, running a hand through her hair as the door creaked open.
That would have to count as preparation enough for Myrtle, Cady, and any other curious stares that were aimed her way.
What she hadn’t prepared for was the large white van parked ten feet away from her camper. On its roof, a large antenna spiraled toward the heavens, beaming the signal down to electronic devices the world over.
On its side, bold black letters explained the presence of the polished blonde news anchor and the large camera aimed directly at Darby’s van behind the padded shoulders of her hot-pink blazer.
