Page 74 of Marks of Rebellion
"A tarp?"
"Yep. There should be one big enough in the barn. Let's just drive up to the back if we can?"
Ryker opens the passenger door and motions for Julieta to get in. Vanessa and I hop in the back, and he gets in the driver's side.
We get to the outbuilding, and Ryker and Julieta go in.
Vanessa turns to me. "I don't think we're the only ones who have been having fun."
I snort. "What gave you that impression?"
Vanessa straddles me and puts her hand on my cheek. "You were very nice this morning."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I think I deserve an award."
She leans into my ear, says something I once again don't understand but makes my cock twitch, then bestows the gift of her lips on mine. We make out for quite a while, and I'm about to say screw it and then her, but Ryker and Julieta finally appear.
"You took long enough." I mutter.
Ryker grunts, but he has a perma-grin on his face. He throws a heavy tarp on my lap and practically knocks the air out of my lungs.
"What on earth do we need this thing for?"
What does Julieta have up her sleeve?
Julieta turns from the front seat. "You'll see."
Another surprise. Awesome.
"Julieta—"
"Do you still not trust me?"
I open my mouth, but Vanessa puts her hand on my thigh and blurts out, "No, we do. Let's go."
"Give me my food, then."
"You might want to wait a bit before you eat," Julieta says.
"Why?"
"Just trust me."
There's that word again.
Trust.
Trust that Julieta isn't going to get us killed...
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We ridea few minutes through the green jungle and come to a muddy, rolling hill that's got a tree line cut out, maybe ten to fifteen feet wide, depending on what part.
