And all I can think about is how pretty they looked pumping in and out of her.
I’m biting the inside of my mouth when she beams up at me.
“What?” she asks, head tilting.
“Get your ass back in that trailer,” I deliberately tell her.
“Why? Aren’t we late?”
I grind my teeth and look down at my phone.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hands suddenly itching to get her ass-up on that bed.
“Oh… Poor Gemma,” she taunts. “Babygirl, are you sad?”
I start to wrap my hand around her waist, yet she steps out of my grasp.
“Hm. I’m not really feeling being touched right now,” she says, shrugging. “Maybe later. I should focus on the show. That’s what you said this morning, right? Try not to get distracted?”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” I mumble. “I told you that because I didn’t want you to worry about… other things. Did you not get that?”
“I thought you meant everything,” she says, blinking innocently.
She walks by me, arm brushing mine, and I’m rooted in a stupor.
“What is happening?” I ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, and I glance over my shoulder at her.
“Bonnie—”
She pivots and starts dragging her fingers over the sticks in a way that makes me swallow. “Dude, I’m kind of hungry, too.”
My brows raise. “You didn’t eat any of the food I left this morning?” I ask, now personally offended.
Her lips press into a thin smile, and she shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Babe, you know you forget to eat. That’s why I sat it on the bed,” I say.
“You should have been more specific instead of just leaving the food out.”
I clench my teeth, almost smiling at her purposefully taunting me.
“Did you just wake up on the bratty side of the bed this morning?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I woke up in your arms, so is that the bratty side?”
“It won’t be after today,” I mutter under my breath.
“What?”
My eyes roll up from staring at her legs, and I lick my lips when I see her smirking. “Are you going to be like this all day?” I ask.
Her shoulders draw up as she walks backward, and it’s so fucking cute that I can’t help my tight-lipped smile, the shake of my head.
“God fucking dammit,” I say to myself.
“Are you coming?” she asks. “I thought we were late.”
