"Where's Cass?" Micah asks.
Right on cue, his deep voice sounds behind me.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Cass greets, shaking Micah's hand.
"AIn't no cat dragging your big ass, that's for sure," Micah retorts.
"I was wondering if y’all were going to make it out this weekend," Cass adds.
"We weren't sure. I bought a tent yesterday and we said fuck it, we're going," Micah says, lighting a cigarette.
The flame illuminates his green eyes, making them look deep and dark. I can see the attraction between him and Raven. Small arms wrap around my waist and I turn around coming face to face with Raven.
"Hi!" I squeal, wrapping my arms around her neck.
"Hey, beautiful!" she chimes.
I stare her up and down, admiring the outfit she's wearing. She's rocking a leather halter with tight, short leather shorts, black fishnet stockings, and combat boots. Her makeup is dark and moody, the cherry on top of her perfect look.
I wish I had the confidence to wear something like that. It looksamazingon her.
"You look amazing!" I say with my hands on her shoulders.
She grips my wrists and begins dancing, encouraging me to join in. I've had just enough liquid courage to start moving my body along with her.
Micah and Cass stare at us, both entranced in the way we move. She spins me around, pulling me into her chest, hands still interlaced with mine. I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of dancing and alcohol coursing through my veins. She spins me again, untangling our arms to where I'm facing her the way we started. We both laugh and she hangs her arm over my shoulder as the song draws to an end. I look up to see Cass and Micah still staring at us.
"What?" I ask, quirking a brow. Cass coughs and shoves a hand in his pocket. "Nothing," he muses. Micah and Raven share a lustful gaze, and I take the opportunity to dip out. It isn't lost on me that Raven's already tried to take me home before. Cass wraps an arm around my waist, sliding it lower until it rests just beneath the curve of my ass then suddenly lifts me into the air with that one arm. I giggle and wrap both of my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
We step out of the crowd, and he spins us in a circle. I place my hands on either side of his face and lean down to kiss him. Just as our lips meet, droplets of rain begin pelting me in the face. Cass grins, breaking our kiss and looking up at the sky. Lightning crackles across the sky and the pure joy on this man's face makes me feel a tingling deep in my soul.
"Kiss me again," he demands.
My lips mesh into his effortlessly, our tongues brushing against each others. These blue sparks feel like that lightning that danced across the sky. Electric. Igniting. Wild. That's what our kiss feels like. Blue sparks from electricity popping against itself.
I wrap my legs around his waist, giving me more leverage and making me feel closer to him. The rain recedes, though, and it's just a light drizzle now. Most of the crowd by the stage has cleared out aside from a few stragglers who weren't bothered by the sky crying.
Cass sets me down gently and I take a deep breath, the world still kind of spinning around me. I'm not sure if it's from the alcohol or his kiss, or maybe a little bit of a combination of both. I grip Cass's broad shoulders to keep me upright.
"Want to go ride around on the bike?" he asks.
The dirt road around the campground has turned to slick mud and I nearly slip on the way to the bike. I grip Cass's arm as my feet slide around, and I’m hoping I don’t fall. Cass cranks the bike and I hop on the back, muddy toes and all. He's going to cringe when he has to clean mud off this bike. I giggle to myself as we take off riding through the campground. There are parties everywhere, different groups hanging out at different campsites.
Neon lights flash under some of the awnings at the campers, while others have a stripper pole on a trailer that's being dragged behind a side by side. Everyone waves as we ride past and something about this place just feelsright. These are our people.Even if I have seen more titties today than I possibly have in my entire life.
We make the loop in the back right-hand side of the campground and when we're on our way out of that loop, there's a thick patch of mud. As soon as the front tire hits it, the bike flawlessly and effortlessly slips out from underneath us, planting us both firmly on our side. My entire right side and back are covered in mud and I'm laughing so fucking hard I can barely breathe. Cass jumps up in a half-panic.
"Are you okay?" he asks, inspecting the best he can in the darkness.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I say through a laugh. He offers me a hand to help me off the ground and I take it. Once I'm upright, Cass places a hand on his hip while he stares at the bike in the mud.
A few guys from one of the nearby campsites come running over and in seconds, they've got the bike back upright. Cass shakes their hands and sits back on the bike.
"Hop on, we're going to bring this back to the camp spot and walk," he says, patting the seat behind him.
We park at our RV and a few of the guys and their ol' ladies gather around one of the fold out tables. There's a pot of stew and some rice and bread sitting out and everyone's making bowls. Cass doesn't waste any time scooping some into a bowl. He's a sucker for some good home cooking.
I consider it, but the loaded cheese fries I devoured earlier are still happily in my stomach. I walk inside the RV to fix myself another drink. I pour a little heavy on the crown and lighter on the sprite. When I walk back outside, I see a naked Shorty in the distance, trying to crank a little dirt bike. The sight of his balls bouncing as he tries to kickstart that bike will forever be burned into my brain.
