Though, none of the previous pairs had her cum on them.
She grabs her cat onesie from the couch and puts it on without bothering to get another pair of underwear, and the sight makes me shift.
“You can think about this, too,” she says, slapping her own ass.
I feel my eyes flutter, a groan leaving my throat as my tongue darts over my lips. I have to stuff my hands in my pockets just to keep myself from touching her again.
“Flirt,” I tease her.
I push off the wall as she grabs her crossbody bag and make my way to the door.
“Are you going to play tonight?” Bonnie asks. “You can. You can have the night off and just hang out. Foster’s parties are usually dry just because so many of us are recovering assholes,” she says.
I chuckle. “Recovering assholes?” I repeat.
“Ah, yeah. Yeah, that’s the correct term, for sure—Jesus, fucking hell!”
Bonnie stumbles backward as I open her door, and one glance up lets me know why.
There’s a tall, hot pink, emo bunny standing just at the edge of the steps.
“Motherfucker—” I snap, my heart jumping into my throat when I catch Bonnie.
Reed steps into the light coming from inside the trailer. Bonnie snorts—presumably at his outfit: half hot pink, half black bunny onesie with long ears, paws, and fuzzy slippers, yet I’m too busy catching my breath to do the same.
Reed swoops his shaggy black hair out of his eyes and grins at Bonnie. “Hey kitty cat,” he says slyly.
“Fuck me with a chainsaw—Reed!” She clutches her chest, straightens out of my grasp, then shoves him. “What the hell, dude? You know you’re too tall to sneak up on people like that.”
“I still don’t understand how everyone doesn’t see me coming,” he says. “My sister says the same thing.” He glances my way, and I swear a twinge of pink rises on his cheeks.
My lips flatten into a thin line. “Have you been listening thisentire time?”
“Ah… Well. You see—” He scratches his head and stares at the ground.
“Really?” Bonnie asks tiredly, hands on her hips. “Reed…”
“Well, I was going to wait by the front, but then I thought you might head over to Foster’s without me, so I figured I would just come here. Then I got here, and you two sounded really fucking intense, and I didn’t know whether to interfere or not, but also things got really steamy, and I knew I should leave, but… so, I just…” He finally looks between us, hands in his pockets. “Sorry. Wren’s been gone for weeks, and I’m really fucking lonely.”
I close the trailer door and sigh. “You’re like a puppy chasing his tail,” I say, and Bonnie snorts.
Reed chuckles sheepishly. “That is what my wife would say,” he agrees.
“Where the hell did you find that onesie?” Bonnie asks as they walk ahead of me.
“Oh, Wren got it for me,” he replies.
“That’s like the mostyououtfit ever worn. Please fucking tell me you’re wearing it onstage tomorrow,” she says.
“Definitely thinking about it,” he replies. “I have a fishnet top that she brought back from NYC the other week, but I don’t know. This one feels cozy.”
“You look cozy,” Bonnie says.
“I’ll wear mine if you wear yours,” he says, smirking.
She laughs. “Deal.”
I’m fumbling with the thong in my pocket when she peers back at me over her shoulder, that damn smile spread wide over her lips, brightening her eyes in a way that I haven’t seen in a few weeks, and the sight makes me sigh.
