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our road trip to the X-Games tomorrow morning. Remember the one with you, me, Emmy Sue, and Gunner that we talked about last night in my room?” I throw her my best boyish grin before glancing over at Emmy Sue. “I thought you’d appreciate some female company for your last bus trip.”
Squealing ensues as Emmy Sue leaps out of her seat and bounces over to Dakota, rambling on and on about how awesome the next two weeks are going to be and how this is the next best thing to the honeymoon she’s having to postpone. There’s no way in hell she’ll be able to deny Emmy Sue now, unless for some reason she truly can’t go.
Most importantly, Gabe is pushed off to the side and forced to strike up conversation with Meghan—who is now giving me the evil eye. Once Emmy Sue returns to her chair, I stare straight ahead, waiting for Dakota’s response.
Our eyes meet and hers flicker with amusement. You’re a bully, Hulk.
I take what I want. My arrogant smirk speaks for itself.
And you want my hands?
Shaking my head, my lids fall heavy at the mere thought of everything I want from her. I want every single inch, Sunshine.
She pats her napkin around her mouth then lays it across her plate before standing up. Excusing herself to everyone else, she turns to walk away, but not before catching my gaze one last time.
I’ll bring extra massage oil.
SUNDAY, JUNE 17
I’VE GOT TO GET OUT of here . . . I’ve got to get out of here . . . I’ve got to get out of here . . .
I continue to repeat the mantra in my head as I excuse myself from the morning-after breakfast, hurrying to gather my stuff from the room and leave the hotel as quickly as possible. I’m desperate to put some real estate between me and Levi, a breather from the intense reaction he causes inside me.
The control he has over my body, over my thoughts, is alarming. The constant desire to either slap or kiss the permanent smirk off his ruggedly handsome face consumes me when I’m around him. The push-and-pull between us comes way too easy, and to be quite honest, it unnerves me.
Unfortunately, I don’t make it to my parents’ house before I get a text from Emilia.
Emilia: Meet me in front of Valley Girl Boutique at 3:00. I need to pick up a few things before I pack tonight. I’ll give you a quick rundown of what to expect on the trip.
With the bus leaving tomorrow morning, I don’t have a lot of time to make a decision about whether I’m actually going to go. Truth is, I do want to go. With classes on break for the next three weeks, I have no binding plans or responsibilities other than hanging out with my family a bit. The thought of a road trip to New Orleans with an old friend, her sweet husband, and a hot-as-fuck motocross rider who promises big things in bed sounds like my kind of party.
My only concern is that Levi and I may kill each other before the two weeks is up, either fucking ourselves into a coma or one of us throwing the other out of the moving bus. I can see both as a real possibility. Something tells me that two fiery personalities like ours may burst into uncontrollable flames if we’re cooped up in a bus together for an extended period of time.
But I’ve never been one to shy away from a risky adventure, especially if the upside involves mind-blowing orgasms. And as the image from the night before of massaging Levi’s bare shoulders and back while feeling the tight muscles of his ass under my naked pussy fills my mind, my decision is made for me.
The last thing I ever want to feel is regret for not doing something I had the opportunity to experience. Worst-case scenario, it’s two weeks of hell, but at the very least, I get to visit some places I’ve never been before. Best-case, the sky’s the limit.
Me: Sounds good. See you then.
“Why didn’t you tell me when you came back to the reception that Levi had invited you to go on the road trip with us? Were you not sure if you wanted to go? You know this is a big-ass deal,
Squealing ensues as Emmy Sue leaps out of her seat and bounces over to Dakota, rambling on and on about how awesome the next two weeks are going to be and how this is the next best thing to the honeymoon she’s having to postpone. There’s no way in hell she’ll be able to deny Emmy Sue now, unless for some reason she truly can’t go.
Most importantly, Gabe is pushed off to the side and forced to strike up conversation with Meghan—who is now giving me the evil eye. Once Emmy Sue returns to her chair, I stare straight ahead, waiting for Dakota’s response.
Our eyes meet and hers flicker with amusement. You’re a bully, Hulk.
I take what I want. My arrogant smirk speaks for itself.
And you want my hands?
Shaking my head, my lids fall heavy at the mere thought of everything I want from her. I want every single inch, Sunshine.
She pats her napkin around her mouth then lays it across her plate before standing up. Excusing herself to everyone else, she turns to walk away, but not before catching my gaze one last time.
I’ll bring extra massage oil.
SUNDAY, JUNE 17
I’VE GOT TO GET OUT of here . . . I’ve got to get out of here . . . I’ve got to get out of here . . .
I continue to repeat the mantra in my head as I excuse myself from the morning-after breakfast, hurrying to gather my stuff from the room and leave the hotel as quickly as possible. I’m desperate to put some real estate between me and Levi, a breather from the intense reaction he causes inside me.
The control he has over my body, over my thoughts, is alarming. The constant desire to either slap or kiss the permanent smirk off his ruggedly handsome face consumes me when I’m around him. The push-and-pull between us comes way too easy, and to be quite honest, it unnerves me.
Unfortunately, I don’t make it to my parents’ house before I get a text from Emilia.
Emilia: Meet me in front of Valley Girl Boutique at 3:00. I need to pick up a few things before I pack tonight. I’ll give you a quick rundown of what to expect on the trip.
With the bus leaving tomorrow morning, I don’t have a lot of time to make a decision about whether I’m actually going to go. Truth is, I do want to go. With classes on break for the next three weeks, I have no binding plans or responsibilities other than hanging out with my family a bit. The thought of a road trip to New Orleans with an old friend, her sweet husband, and a hot-as-fuck motocross rider who promises big things in bed sounds like my kind of party.
My only concern is that Levi and I may kill each other before the two weeks is up, either fucking ourselves into a coma or one of us throwing the other out of the moving bus. I can see both as a real possibility. Something tells me that two fiery personalities like ours may burst into uncontrollable flames if we’re cooped up in a bus together for an extended period of time.
But I’ve never been one to shy away from a risky adventure, especially if the upside involves mind-blowing orgasms. And as the image from the night before of massaging Levi’s bare shoulders and back while feeling the tight muscles of his ass under my naked pussy fills my mind, my decision is made for me.
The last thing I ever want to feel is regret for not doing something I had the opportunity to experience. Worst-case scenario, it’s two weeks of hell, but at the very least, I get to visit some places I’ve never been before. Best-case, the sky’s the limit.
Me: Sounds good. See you then.
“Why didn’t you tell me when you came back to the reception that Levi had invited you to go on the road trip with us? Were you not sure if you wanted to go? You know this is a big-ass deal,
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