As I slide my finger through her folds, she arches her back and lets out a hungry moan. Slipping my finger back, I find her clit and massage it in teasing circles as she begins to writhe in the water, causing some of the bubbles to spill over.
“Tell me what you want, Red. Tell me how you like it.”
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers gripping the sides of the tub. “Keep doing that.”
“This?” I ask as I increase the pressure on her sensitive nub.
“Yes,” she says again.
Keeping my touch on her clit for a while, I try to memorize the look and sound of her pleasure as I take her as close to her climax as I can get before I slow my massaging.
“I want to be inside you, pretty girl. Can I be inside you?”
Biting her lip, she lets her head hang back as she nods. “Mh-hm.”
With that, I ease my middle finger down to her entrance, pressing into her in one slow intrusion.
“Oh God, Hunter…” she cries out, and I quickly use my other hand to cover her mouth. With one hand on her face and the other buried deep in her warm pussy, I thrust inside her, bringing her close to climax again.
“Remember the first time, Red? Your eighteenth birthday. When I made you come with my hand in your bedroom while your parents were downstairs? Remember that? It was just like this, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she replies, her voice muffled by my hand.
“I had my hand up your skirt, and you soaked my fingers. Remember that, baby?”
“Oh, Hunter, yes,” she cries, and I can tell by the way her thighs hug my hand tightly that she’s at the height of her orgasm.
“That was the best day of my life, Red. The first time I felt you come. That was the day my life began. You know that, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she says with a long hum as I pull my hand away, so she can cry out loudly this time.
Unable to control myself, I slam my mouth against hers, tasting the warmth of her tongue against mine, a familiar friction. This woman has had a hold on me ever since I met her ten years ago.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, I know the reason I let her cry out is because I want him to hear it. Not because I’m showing off but because, in some way, I feel like he should be involved too.
He always is, where she and I are concerned.
Rule #6: When your friends won’t let you leave the trip early, take it as a good sign they actually want you around.
Drake
“I have eight months left on my lease. This is fucking bullshit,” I bellow into my phone. We’re somewhere off the freeway at one of those roadside attraction rest stops, and while I’d like to be enjoying whatever The Thing is, the dismal phone call from my landlord is more important.
“I’m aware but the clause in your lease clearly states that the building owner reserves the right to terminate the contract in the case of massive renovations.” The man on the line has a nasally voice and an uptight attitude and I’d like to sock him in the jaw right about now.
“So, where the fuck am I supposed to go?”
“That’s not our concern, Mr. Nielson. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. You have until the end of the month to vacate the premises.”
With that, the line goes dead, and I resist the urge to toss my phone into the desert.
“Ugh!” I growl as I pace the grease-stained concrete outside, waiting for Isabel and Hunter to come out.
When I glance up and see Isabel emerging with a bright green alien stuffed animal under one arm and a cup of coffee larger than her tiny head in her hand, my dark mood begins to crumble.
“What is that?” I laugh.
“You looked like you could use some cheering up.” She hands me the alien, and I am physically unable to keep the scowl on my face, letting my expression morph into a smile just for her.
“Thank you,” I reply. “So, what was The Thing?”
She shrugs. “I don’t actually know. Might have been a dinosaur bone? Or an alien? They weren’t exactly clear in their description.”
I laugh, looking down at the green alien plush. “Sorry I missed it.”
“Everything okay?”
“No. I’m being evicted,” I mutter angrily.
“What? Why? Are you struggling—"
“No,” I snap, cutting her off. “I make every payment on time, but these assholes decided they want to turn my apartment building into a parking garage.”
“Oh my God!”
“Yeah. So, I have until the end of the month to get out.”