Page 64 of You're so Bad

She takes a look around as she pulls in, and says, “That tracks. But I heard there’s a gazebo on the lake. There was one near our house in Raleigh, and it was my favorite place in the world.” Her gaze darts to me before returning to the windshield. “You know, the people who have sex always die first in horror movies.”

“But they die happy, sweetheart,” I say, letting myself touch her leg again. Her skin is soft, but not as soft as it gets farther up. I inch my fingers higher, seeing how high she’ll let me go before she shuts it down. We pass a big cabin with a banner reading,

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“They’ve really got an alphabet fetish, huh? You think they’re hinting that he already knocked her up?”

She flinches, and I realize I’ve got no idea whether Shauna wants kids. Hell, maybe she talked about having two point five children with Champ before he decided to trade her in for a downgrade.

I pull my hand away. “Shit, I didn’t mean to upset you, I—”

Giving her head a shake, she reaches for my hand and puts it back on her leg, as bossy as you please. “You didn’t. I was flinching at the thought of their future children.”

“You think they’d name their son Champ?”

She laughs. “You know what? Probably.”

We’re cruising slowly through the camp, heading to the address Shauna was given for our cabin. We pass a few smaller cabins, a couple of them with people outside doing some porch sitting with beers. It’s kind of nice, actually, a definite upgrade from forced crafting.

An older blond woman with big curls and a dress that looks as out of place in this dump as a diamond studded collar on a pug waves to us, giving Shauna a big-eyed stare through the windshield that makes it clear she wants us to stop. Shauna mows on past but gives her a fake grin and a wave as she goes.

“Who’s that?” I ask.

“Colter’s mother.”

“I thought you liked her? Isn’t she the jelly lady?”

She snorts through her nose this time. I feel the high of having made her do it. Her snort-laughs are harder to earn than the others. “Sure, I thought so at one point.”

Then, as she glides past more cabins, she tells me about Champ’s mom passing her up for the craft store but buying five hundred of Bianca’s poofballs.

“Sounds like an idiot if you ask me,” I say as she finally pulls up in front of the tiny cabin we’ve been assigned and parks the car. No joke, it’s the last of the buildings and in the worst shape. It looks like Jason Voorhees has been hanging out in it. Actually, scratch that. Even Jason had his standards. I nod toward it. “Looks like they really appreciate us coming.”

“Yeah, right?” Her mouth ticks up as she undoes her belt. I do the same. “Well, we did bring a hundred crickets and whatever your mysterious surprise is, so maybe they’re right not to want us.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Tiger. We’re bringing the fun.”

Turning in her seat, she grins at me, and I’m gut-punched by the sight. She’s always caught my eye, but today she’s gorgeous. There’s something glowing inside of her. She’s got on a V-neck T-shirt that shows off the goods and a hot little pair of cut-off shorts, but it’s less what she’s wearing and moreher. There’s a bit of naughtiness in her eyes, like those doldrums are starting to lose their grip.

“You bring the fun everywhere you go, don’t you?” she asks, eyes amused.

Not everywhere, no.

But that’s not the answer she needs right now. “Yes, ma’am.”

She shoves my shoulder with her little hand. “You didnotjust ma’am me.”

I tug her into my lap, and before a squawk of righteous fury can escape her, I start tickling her.

She laughs as she bucks on top of me, and goddamn, my dick is all about this game.

“Stop! Stop!”

As soon as I do, she turns in my lap and starts ticklingme, so I resume my tickle torture, and soon we’re both laughing like idiots, our arms smacking the window. Then she stops the game in an instant by grabbing my dick through my shorts.

“Fuck, you win,” I say as she starts rubbing. Not that she needs to do anything to get my boy to stand to attention. Feeling her squirming around in my lap was enough for that.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Her voice is low and breathy, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make me harder. She leans in and kisses me, her hand still on my dick. Her lips are soft but she presses them against mine firmly, like she means business. I hope to hell she does, because I’ve been wound up over her for weeks now, and I need a release that doesn’t come from my own hand. When she leans back, her eyes are full of victory.

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