As my reward for being a good ‘trier,’ Emma wrapped her fingers around the back of my head and pulled me into her lips – and just like that, we were at it again. Pushing her back against the booth, my hands were all over her and she was just as enthusiastic apartner.
“Um,” the attendant uttered as the boothshook.
I swiveled one eye toward him, the most I was willing to give, seeing as my tongue was down a smokin’ chick’s throat. But then Emma grabbed my ass, and I lost track of the dudealtogether.
“Uh…guys,” he tried again. My eye swiveled around once more, only to see the remorse filled in his. Certainly men understood the importance of moments like these, and we did our best to support our brothers. “I’m closing. Can you, uh, take itsomewhereelse?”
Flipping him a thumbs up, I hooked my arm around Emma’s waist and picked her up. I walked us away from the booth and we kissed where we stood, her long legs wrapped around me. She was hotter than I ever thought possible, and I sincerely hoped our evening was just gettingstarted.
Setting her back on her feet, our lips were still working furiously when I panted into her open mouth, “You really like the shark-turtle,don’tyou?”
“So much,” shemoanedback.
“Imagine what the dog would havegotme.”
* * *
We walked backtoward the entrance hand in hand as Emma used the other one to text her friends. When she finished, she looked up at meapologetically.
“The girls want to make sure you’re not holding me hostage. They’re demanding aselfie.”
I wrapped my arm around her and we smiled up at the camera. After she snapped the picture, we both approved of it before sendingitoff.
“Can I get a copy too?” I asked, both of us fully aware that if she agreed, I’d have her number, and it would be a gamechanger.
Emma considered my request for a moment before she nodded and sent it my way. I eagerly awaited its arrival, and when it came through, I sighed in relief. Now I had a fightingchance.
“I need to go. They’re waitingforme.”
“Are you sure you have to go right now?” I asked. “I was hoping to prove to you that I have better aim than you’re giving mecreditfor.”
“Yeah, I know what you werehopingfor.”
I grinned. What the hell did sheexpect?
Emma placed her hand on my chest and gazed into my eyes. “What am I going to do with you? Do you even have a placetostay?”
“I was going to try and find a patch of grass inthedirt.”
She laughed. “Of course you were. Who comes to a three-day festival with no placetostay?”
“Well, originally we were going to stay with friends of my roommate, but because, you know, he’s man-whoring his way through a wedding, I decided to use the truck as my hotel room… and we all know what happenedthere.”
Her phone buzzed and she checked it again. “I really have to go. Will you be allright?”
“You know me, I’m not afraid of a few grass stains. I’ve still got my salt shaker andspoon.”
“Oh, no. That won’t work. You need rubbing alcohol for grassstains.”
“Are you serious?” I whined. I had no idea cleaning could be so complicated. No wonder all my clothes hadmarks.
“I’m more worried about rattlesnakes, Finn. You’re in thedesert.”
“I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. Do you have plans tomorrow? Maybe we can meetsomewhere.”
Or better yet, change your damn mind and let me come homewithyou.
“I’m not sure yet. Can Icallyou?”
