Doin' A Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 4)

“Now that’s skill,” I mused.

Hunt threw his arm around my shoulders. “You next?”

I gave him a thumb up and pulled out of his arms, even though I loved being in them.

“Yep,” I confirmed.

Then I was headed down the black tarp, too.

Years ago, when we were in high school, the girls had done this at the lake on campus. And we’d realized rather quickly that we would need something to make it slicker next time.

We’d used dish soap. Baby oil. Olive oil.

None of them had worked well.

Hence the lube.

It was the only thing that we’d found that would work well with water and continue to work.

Though, it was slightly expensive.

The bottle had been well over ten dollars, and we’d used it already.

“You know,” he said softly, right against the side of my head. “I could’ve probably found a better use for that lube.”

A delicious chill ran down the length of my spine.

“Go.” He spanked my ass, causing me to take a small step forward at the sting.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Are you sure you won’t go?”

He looked at the water and shuddered. “Yeah, no. Sorry.”

I gave him a smile then went.

And again.

And again.

In the end, it was Six, Beckham and me that went the most.

Two hours later, I was exhausted, covered in grass and lube, and smiling so wide that I hadn’t realized how much I needed today’s release until right that second.

I was so focused on getting to the showers that at first, I hadn’t realized I’d been followed.

I’d just made it to the shadows of the campground bathrooms when I was tugged up against a very hard body, and deep into the darkness.

I gasped, wiggling at first because I was convinced I was being abducted and kidnapped.

But just as suddenly as that thought hit my brain, it dissipated because that hard body that belonged to my man was then pressed up against me.

And over the last week, I’d really come to know that body.

“You’ll get dirty,” I breathed, placing my hands on his naked chest.

At some point, he’d lost his shirt and his jeans.

He’d changed into loose knit shorts and tennis shoes, and he’d gone hiking around the area with Lynn.

He’d come back all sweaty and sexy right before it started to get dark, and I’d had a lot of fun checking him out in between slides.

Now, he was pressing his just-as-slick body up against mine, and I finally had him where I wanted him.

“God,” he breathed. “What is it about you that makes me want to fuck you all day long?”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know. But if it makes you feel better, I’m thinking more about sex now than I have in my entire life.”

“Because it’s me and you,” he rumbled, pressing his lips against my throat.

CHAPTER 14

Just because the trash is thrown away in my office trash can, doesn’t mean that I actually finished it off.

-Text from Wyett to Hunt upon explaining why the bag of M&M’s were in her trash can

WYETT

I was about to open my mouth to reply that yes, it was indeed because it was him and me, but before I could voice my words, he picked me up by the waist.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my arms around his neck.

He chuckled and walked out of the shadows into the men’s bathroom. “Slippery.”

I blinked at the suddenness of light, then looked down into Hunt’s mischievous eyes as he slowly started to inch my top up over my breasts.

I opened my mouth to say something, but a booming voice caught me off guard.

“Hunt, that you?” Sin called from one of the far stalls.

I blinked, then started to wriggle in his arms, my eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Hunt called out, voice normal as could be.

“Could you drag my bag to me? I forgot my soap,” Sin asked.

I looked down toward the ground and found two bags. One Hunt’s, and one likely Sin’s.

“Sure,” Hunt said as he walked to the bags and picked them both up.

He grunted when he got to Sin’s bag.

“What the fuck do you have in here?” he asked. “Rocks?”

“Guns.” Sin chuckled. “Don’t leave home without them.”

“Isn’t it illegal for you to have guns?” Hunt asked curiously.

“Isn’t it illegal for you to hack into other people’s shit?” he countered. “Because correct me if I’m wrong, but you probably do more illegal shit on your end than I do on mine.”

“Touché.” Hunt moved the bag until it was dragged up close to the flimsy plastic shower curtain.

I started to slip out of his arms, and Hunt dropped his bag in order to catch me.

My upper body went through the dividing curtain, and I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t get an eyeful of naked Sin.

“Umm,” Sin said. “I think that you’re in the wrong bathroom, girl.”

I barely peeked one eye open, ready to slam it shut in seconds if I needed to, but luckily found most of his unmentionables covered.