Page 42 of High Side
“You know it.” Kylie waved her off, heading back into the main office.
Brittany trotted out to the bus load up, getting there just in time to inspect her raft. She had to keep her mind on work. But tomorrow? She got Kylie for the whole damn day.
That was so cool she wasn’t sure she could wait.
Fifteen
Kylie sipped her coffee, rubbing Sadie’s ears. She was waiting for Brit, and she would give her lover another fifteen or so, but if they were kayaking and breakfasting before the fun started at Liz and Lupe’s, then they needed to get the show on the road.
Not that she could blame Brit for sleeping in. They’d had two nights in a row of sex that was way hotter than the daytime high temps.
She was loving this whole thing with having Brit here with her, waking up with her in the morning. Having wild monkey sex in every room of the house.
Maybe she just needed to convince Brit to stop pretending she was living at the dorm and just move all her stuff to the condo.
That would free up a bed for a guide and make this feel…more permanent.
She liked that idea a lot.
Brit wandered out a few minutes later, wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a sports bra. “Hey. Morning.”
“Morning.” Holy God, that girl was hot. “You know, it’s going to be hard to go kayaking if I take your butt back to bed.”
“Huh?” Brit blinked, then her mouth curved in a smile. “We kayak. Have breakfast. Then a quickie before we go to the party.”
She was left blinking back, her mouth dry, as Brittany went to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
“Do you want to move in?” Okay, that wasn’t exactly what she’d intended to say, but it’s what came out of her mouth.
Brit whirled back around, cursing when coffee splashed out of her cup. Those big brown eyes were wide, staring at her. “Uh-huh.”
“Yeah?” Her heart thundered in her ears so she had to make sure she’d heard correctly.
“Yeah. I can grab my stuff tonight.” Brit’s grin widened. “All of it.”
“Cool. We’ll do that on the way home, then.” She couldn’t believe they were doing this, but Kylie knew all the way to her toes that this was the right decision.
“Good deal. So…kayaking. Breakfast. Hot sex. Party. Moving in.” Brit came to sit in her lap. “Busy day.”
“I know! It’s like an embarrassment of riches.” Her coffee was empty, so she stole a sip of Brittany’s, bringing the mug Brit held to her lips.
“Coffee thief.” Brit kissed her, stealing her breath.
“Mmmhmm.” She moaned a little, loving the little wiggle Brit gave her.
Of course then Brittany got up. “Come on, lady. I want my sunrise kayak and breakfast. What are we taking with us to eat?”
“I’ve already put breakfast in a dry bag. Coffee thermos is in the other.” She stood and stretched, feeling it pull in her foot, but it was a good sensation, telling her how much it had healed.
They’d take both cars, dropping hers at the turn-out point, then take Brit’s up. Her Jeep was used to getting soaked.
They locked up, loaded the dry bags, and headed out on the river. She knew where she wanted to pull out to eat, and it was a little over halfway, so she couldn’t leave the food in the vehicle.
Brit drove them up so they could slide into the river, both of them laughing at the cold water splashing from the oars.
“Whoo! I should have worn my wetsuit,” Kylie teased.
“Nah. This way I can see your nipples.”
