The real star of the show would be sleeping under the stars, and maybe, just maybe, it would help get her out of her thoughts.
I glanced through the back window and saw her head suddenly pop up.
She looked out the front then the window on her side of the truck before turning around. Sleep creases marred her smooth skin, her makeup had smudged under her eyes, and her braid was coming loose.
My Ruby was too goddamn beautiful for words.
She stumbled out of the cab of the truck with a litany of suggestive ways to fuck someone sideways. I was willing to volunteer to help her out there. I wasn’t sure what it said about me that I got turned on by her surly nature.
She slammed the door and gave me a menacing look.
I opened the sliding window and fished the air mattress pump cord through. “Hey, can you plug that in?”
She put her hands on her hips. “Where the hell are we?” She frowned at the line of trees before whipping her gaze back to me. “Did you bring me out here to murder me? It feels very murdery out here.”
I laughed. “At a campsite?”
“Hello, Crystal Lake was a sleepover camp. Didn’t stop those kids from getting killed.”
“So, we aren’t going to watch scary movies while we camp out?”
“Do I look like the kind of girl who camps out?”
“You look like the kind of girl who can handle anything.”
Her jaw dropped for a moment, and no words seemed to form. Her dark eyes flashed confusion, frustration, and then back to anger. “Ugh.” She stomped back to the cab of the truck and climbed in. She yanked the cord, looked around, then found my charger.
She backed out and whirled around. “Is there a bathroom?”
I reached into the locker and came up with biodegradable wipes. “Wherever you want, Ruby.”
“Dear God.” She huffed out a half laugh. “Where are the other campers?”
“I figured you’d want some privacy. We’re all alone out here.”
“Murdery,” she reiterated.
“Nah. If I wanted to murder you, I could have done it while you were sleeping.” I pressed my hands against my cheek and closed my eyes. “Sleeping so soundly.”
“Ass.” She shielded her eyes against the dying sun streaming across the field. Slowly, the tension rolled off her shoulders. She drew in a long, deep breath, then shifted toward me. “I’m hungry.”
I grinned down at her. “We’ve got your cooler of goodies, and I saved you a sandwich from the diner.”
“Thank God.” She opened the door again and pulled out her bag. She dropped it on the grass then whipped her dress off.
I was so shocked I stumbled and almost fell out of the truck.
She raised a brow at me. “Like you’ve never seen a pair of tits.”
“I haven’t seen yours yet.” Her smoky gray bra was see-through, giving me a glimpse of small pink nipples.
She yanked out a sweatshirt from her bag and pulled it on. The bottom half of her was outlined in opaque black stockings that showed every damn line of her ass and legs. She went out of view as she leaned against the bench seat to pull on her leggings from earlier.
I took that opportunity to try to breathe without attaching my mouth to the air pump for some added assistance.
When she showed up next to the truck bed again, she had on a pair of thick socks. Even those made her hotter.
I was a sick, horny puppy.