“I’m me.”
“Well, I’m me.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a guy fuck you with his pants on.”
Katie shrugged. “Josh was very… systematic. It was all clothes off, then the lights off, then get in bed under the covers. Then let the lovemaking commence.”
Right. Josh.
Her only lover, before me.
“Okay, then. Leather pants it is.”
“See? Kinky.”
“You’ve got one more.”
“Is this number one or number five?”
“Number one.”
“Hmm.”
She rolled the tip of her beer bottle over her lips, back and forth, as she considered. There was a dreamy, lusty look in her eyes as she gazed out at the road ahead, her eyebrows pinched. Katie was cute as all fuck when she was deep in thought.
Especially when she was thinking through whatever sexy shit she wanted me to do to her.
“Oh! I know.” Her face lit up and she took a self-congratulatory swig of her beer. “Do me where all your groupies can see, so they get the message and fuck off.” She smiled sweetly.
I raised an eyebrow. “You wanna make a sex tape, babe?”
“Oh! Forget the groupie thing. Let’s make a sex tape!”
“Now I know you’re drunk.” I cast a sidelong glance at her; she was definitely looking a little glassy-eyed, a happy buzz curling the corners of her mouth.
“What? I’m serious. I mean, not so we can leak it on the interwebs. Gross. I mean, so we can watch it. How’s that for kinky?” She sounded so self-satisfied, it was fucking adorable.
I wanted to throw her down on the floor of the bus and fuck that little smirk right off her face, make her lose herself in moans and screams. If only I could get rid of the assholes playing poker in the lounge.
Katie didn’t like screaming when the guys were around to hear it, but I sure as fuck needed to make her scream. Soon.
Katie Bloom losing control; that was about the sexiest, kinkiest, most arousing thing I’d ever seen.
I cleared my throat. “Hot,” I said. “If you meant it.”
“I do mean it.”
“No you don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t go from lights out every time you have sex to making a sex tape.”
“Says who? I wasn’t the one turning out the lights.”
I swallowed that. And rearranged my throbbing dick, not bothering to be discreet about it.
“Stopping for lunch,” I announced, to a bunch of cheers from the back.
