Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,36

in the air while she laughed and threw her arms around me. “I can think of better things to do with that tongue,” I whispered into her ear.

She shuddered against me as I lowered her back to the pavement.

“Don’t tempt me,” she said, leaning in close to me. “You look really hot in these jeans, and you’re about to help me lug my camera equipment around.” Her lips brushed over the edge of my ear. “So I would happily get down on my knees right here in this parking lot.”

My cock was so hard it hurt. “And then what would you do?”

“I’d unbutton your pants.” Her voice was raspy in my ear. “Then I’d unzip them. And then I’d suck your cock again.”

Despite her lack of experience, Loren had turned out to be quite the vixen. I had to let go of her and turn back toward the Jeep to adjust myself. I leaned my forehead against hers. “I will happily take you up on that. But not out here. Once we’re in our room.”

“You don’t want anyone watching me go down on my knees for you?” She asked.

I would rip the head off anyone who tried. “Fuck no.” I picked up her camera bag. “Let’s get started. Take your wallet with you. We’ll leave the rest of the stuff in the car.” If I didn’t find a distraction pretty quickly, I was going to come in my pants like a teenager.

“Raincheck then,” she said, pressing her body against mine in a quick embrace before stepping away.

I exhaled. “Tell me where to haul this equipment.”

She gathered her hair up and twisted it into a bun. “There.” She pointed to a pile of rocks next to the rambling hotel. “That will be perfect for the bride and groom.”

For the next several hours, I stayed quiet while she worked. It was no hardship. The day was sunny, the air was pleasant and I could smell salt in the fresh air.

She’d mumble to herself about what place had the right lighting, or the flattest ground for the grandparents to stand on, and what spaces could accommodate a huge family portrait.

I had assumed it would be boring as hell to be her gopher, but she was so excited about her first gig that I got a kick out of watching her chew on her lip and make notes about the perfect location.

She was also hot as hell, and I spent the entire day with a raging hard on. That night, she followed through with the promise she’d made in the parking lot, and she sucked my cock again as soon as we got to our hotel room.

After I’d recovered from a mind blowing orgasm, I went down on her. I would never get enough of tasting her sweet pussy. And then we both passed out and slept hard for eight hours.

For the first time in two weeks, I didn’t have a single nightmare all night.

“Are you ready for this shindig?” Loren asked.

I rolled over to see her standing next to the bed, clad only in a teal blue bra and panties. She must have found her luggage that had been shipped ahead. I reached out and skimmed my finger over the front of her silky panties. “Ready for what?”

She jumped back, swatting at my hand. “Sadly we don’t have time for that. My family’s on their way. Their jet’s already arrived at the airstrip.”

“Christ. I need to shower.” I pushed myself out of the bed, thankfully feeling more rested than I had in a long time. “Any last words of warning?” I could handle anything a bunch of stuck-up rich people threw at me, but the prevalence of high-ranking members of the military that were going to flood this hotel set my teeth a little on edge.

“Just be yourself,” she said, beaming at me.

I chuckled. “Being myself always gets me into trouble, but sure. Let’s give it a shot.”

Once again, she threw her arms around me. I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist while I hugged her. Reluctantly, I put her down and kissed her on the top of the head. “Quit tempting me.” I palmed her bottom through those silk panties. “Get dressed before I rip these off of you.”

She stepped back and stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “I wish that’s what we were doing instead.”

“Oh me too,” I said. And I locked the bathroom door so that I’d force myself to shower instead of tossing