I’m completely in love with Reno Swain.
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me take a shower,” I mumble as the flamingo-pink van glides through the gates of the small Pineapple Island airport.
It’s barely past dawn, the sun peeping through the trunks of the palm trees lining the road. Because of the early hour, there are only four passengers in the van—me, Reno, and a couple I don’t know.
“I told you why.” he retorts in a low voice, a smirk teasing the corners of his lips.
“Because you want me to have the crusty crotch?” I shoot back with a mock glare, giving him an easy elbow to the ribs.
Reno pulls me closer with the arm wrapped around my back and kisses my ear. “Because I want my cum between your legs for as long as possible.”
“So that’s a yes to the crusty crotch,” I declare.
He laughs. “I didn’t shower this morning either because I want you on me as well. And besides, we showered at one point in the middle of the night, so we’re not completely gross.”
“Ahhh, yes. I believe that was after round two,” I muse.
His smile relaxes into fondness at the memory. “That was a good one.”
“They were all good,” I say wistfully, thinking of the marathon sex we’d had all night long.
Twice I woke with Reno’s face between my legs because he declared it unfair that he didn’t get to taste me before bed. Then he made love to me again and again with only cat naps between sessions. He was insatiable… not that I’m complaining. I was just as rabid for him. As the night stretched into morning, the lovemaking took on an almost frantic air of need, our bodies clinging to each other in desperation.
Somewhere in the night, I made up my mind. I’m going to talk to Reno about trying for something more. Now that I’m aware of my true feelings for him, there’s no way I can let him go. And I’m pretty sure he reciprocates those feelings, or at least he’s on his way to loving me. The way he was with me all night… the loving looks… the sweet words… the gentle touches… Yeah, he’s definitely feeling more than a casual fling.
My resolve strengthens.
Long-distance relationship? Bah! We can overcomethat.
Hockey player? Screw it! They’re not all the same.
We can do this. It won’t be easy, but when you find the one you’re supposed to be with, you do what it takes.
And Reno Swain isthe one. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
“Let’s go, dream girl.”
I’m snapped out of my love-fueled reverie to find that the van is in front of the terminal and Reno is standing with his hand outstretched for me. I smile as I take it and allow him to lead me out onto the sidewalk where Frank has our luggage unloaded.
Reno takes his suitcase and one of mine, leaving me to follow with my small one. “I can get both of mine. They have wheels,” I protest, earning me anot gonna happenscowl over his wide shoulder. “And you really didn’t have to upgrade my ticket to first class.”
“I need the extra leg room,” he replies, approaching one of the baggage kiosks. “And there’s not a chance in hell I’m not sitting with you on the plane to Miami.”
I close my mouth and allow him to scan our codes and print the luggage tags.
“You seem to have overpacked,” he teases. “Not that I’m complaining, but your island clothes are pretty small.”
“I always overpack,” I explain. “Like if I’m going for a week, I bring twelve pairs of underwear, so for three weeks, I brought thirty-six pairs. Just to be safe.”
Reno’s hands over our bags to the attendant, his forehead crinkling in confusion. “Safe from… what?”
I widen my eyes. “What if I pee in my pants?”
He leads me to a small bar near the security area, and we wait in front of the hostess stand for the woman to finish seating another couple. “You do that often? Are you a secret pants-pee-er, Juliette?”
“No, but what if I’m out having an adventure and have to pop a squat in the woods?”
With a shake of his head, he says, “I don’t understand.”
