“It'll be fine.” I brushed my lips against hers. “Let me get showered, and we can head out.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Emerson
It was just after seven when we pulled out of the parking lot. Ryan had his face buried in his phone, and Luke had his hand on my thigh. I sat between them in Luke’s truck.
“Who are you talking to?” I peeked over at Ryan’s phone. I jerked my vision back to the road when I saw a few naked pictures on his screen.
“I wasn't talking to anyone. I was looking at someone.”
“I see that. I wish I could unsee it but no such luck. I hope you don't share those,” I said, looking at his face. He dropped his phone into his lap and looked over at me.
“You really think I’m that guy?” Ryan asked.
“I would hope not.” I smiled at him.
“These are for personal use only, and why not? If they are willing to send them, then I should be able to do whatever I want with them.” He grinned and then picked his phone up and started looking at it again.
“Is that someone from home?” Luke asked.
“Oh, no. I just met her today.” He was typing on his phone as he spoke.
“She just met you and sent you those?” I was shocked. Okay, maybe I wasn't shocked, but I was mortified.
“What can I say? They like me.” He shrugged.
“So, you guys can have the RV all to yourselves tonight.” He said matter-of-factly.
Luke’s arm left my thigh and proceeded to move over my shoulder and hit Ryan in the back of the head.
“Shit.” Ryan barked as his phone fell from his hands and down between the seat and the door. I laughed as he tried to reach it, but his hand was too big, so he sat and pouted.
“That was totally uncalled for.” Ryan looked over at Luke. “Dick move, dude.” He turned his head and looked out the window. I couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up out of my throat.
“Oh, you think this shit is funny?”
I nodded and scooted closer to Luke. “Yep. Kinda do.”
Ryan’s hand grabbed at my side, and I burst out in laughter.
“Oh my God, stop.” I wiggled away from him. It wasn't far since I was in the middle of a bench seat surrounded by two rather large guys.
“Ryan, stop it!” I shouted again. I bumped Luke’s arm, and he swerved a little.
“Okay, you two are going to make me wreck.” Ryan sat back in his seat, and I leaned over him, reaching between the door and the seat and grabbed his phone.
“Here.” I handed it to him.
“Thank you.” He opened it up and started his text again.
“Sorry.” I looked up at Luke who had a smile across his face. I ran my fingers over his beard and pulled his face just enough that I could place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Eww.” I heard from Ryan.
“The peanut gallery can shut up at any time,” Luke said. We pulled up to a stop light, and Luke looked at me and then to Ryan. He reached for my head and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. Ryan groaned loudly.
“Seriously, if I had known that y’all would be like this, I wouldn't have gotten in this damn truck.” he looked out the window.