Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,22

but I couldn’t seem to stop.

“Great,” she snapped back, twisting away. “Gonna go rinse off around the van.”

Meaning, stay here because I’m going to be naked.

The solar shower bag she hung up after we stopped last night was probably already heated up from the hot morning sun.

She grabbed a towel and a small bathroom kit. Goat trailed after her around the corner, his tongue hanging out.

“Bastard,” I muttered, realizing I was envious the dog got to follow and watch, while I had to sit and stay.

The sound of water tapping dirt hit my ears, grinding my teeth together; my hand adjusted my pants. I needed to get laid. Maybe that was my problem for my misplaced attraction. I knew I couldn’t go the whole time without; it had been too long. Maybe at the next big town I’d venture out for a night on my own. Get it out of my system.

A trail of water slid past the RV like some shiny dangly object, drawing my attention back to what was happening on the other side.

Do not think about her naked. Do not…

Shit. I was.

I could feel the pull, like a siren call, wanting me to follow the water trail around to her. She needed help reaching her ass, right? There was only enough water for one, and I wouldn’t mind cleaning off too…

Groaning under my breath, I downed the coffee, heading for my satchel in the van, the side door open.

Maybe I’d splurge for a hotel tonight. A real shower sounded great. A soft bed… and maybe a random woman in it.

Searching my bag, my gaze drew up, noticing movement from the driver’s side.

I froze, my chest constricting when I realized what I was looking at. Fuck. Me.

Look away. Don’t be a perv.

Did I listen to myself? Hell no.

Her naked reflection in the side mirror was far too much temptation. Her profile was to me as she looked out at the desert, her long hair twisted up on her head, the water coming down the back of her neck, curving down her shoulders to her tits, right above the line objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

That’s Kyle’s sister. Baby K. You dated her sister. She’s a kid, and you can’t ever touch her. Your life is complicated and fucked up enough. Every reason to look away passed through my head.

Fuck. Shit.

A guttural noise ebbed up my throat, forcing my head to look down. I dug through my bag, not having a clue what I was looking for.

“I saved you some water, if you want to rinse off.” Faster than I expected, Kinsley came to the back, wrapped only in a towel, her skin glistening. It was more than what she had on earlier, but ten times worse.

Fuck sake, will she put some clothes on?

“It’s not great, but at least it gets the first layer off until we get a real one.” She pulled her bag to her, snatching up some clothes. “Maybe we can get a hotel soon or an RV park with a shower?”

“Yeah,” I croaked, picking up my plastic zip-up bag I kept my bathroom stuff in. “Was thinking the same thing,” I mumbled, taking a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and strode to the shower side.

Really, it was to get away from her. Not that it helped; the smell of her vanilla body soap perfumed around me like a bubble, twitching my cock.

Shit. I really needed to get this out of my system. ASAP!

Chapter 9

Kinsley

I stared at another glorious sunset off the Mesa Verde horizon, taking a deep breath from my perch on top of a picnic table. The sun was almost gone, painting the earth in deep blues. A slight chill from being higher in the mountains drifted over my exposed legs, reminding me to put on my sweatpants. The mosquitoes buzzed around me, finding me a delicious dinner. I was exhausted, but a hum of energy still whirred around me from the day.

The wood creaked as a figure stepped up next to me, his profile straight ahead.

“Hey.” I peered up at him, seeing Goat leap up after him, snuggling between us.

“Hey,” he replied curtly.

Oh good, the asshole was still on duty.

Smith had been a bastard all day, snippy and short with me. Never looking at me or getting near, though he treated Goat like he was the best thing alive, offering him treats and love like a grandma at Christmas. My dog was starting to follow him around more than me,