Page 83 of A Real Goode Time

“Don’t watch,” she muttered. “It’s embarrassing.”

“No it ain’t,” I said, even as I looked out the other side.

I heard her peeing, though, and itwasa little weird. Intensely personal, hearing her pee hit the grass in a very, very long stream.

Finally, she stood up and leapt into the Jeep and shut the door, her jeans and underwear half on and half off. She was dripping wet and soaked through from spending mere moments outside. She just sat on the seat, half-dressed, a blank expression on her face.

And then she started laughing, hysterical and unhinged. “I really just have the worst luck with rain, don’t I?” The laughter died, and she started putting her jeans and thong back on, but they were wet from being in the rain. She glanced at me. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t be super mad if I just…didn’t put my pants back on?”

I couldn’t help but look at her—we were still stopped, flashers on, so I took my time looking her over. Nothing on but a wet T-shirt, and that was sticking to her, highlighting her curves.

I swallowed hard. “Uh, no. Nope. Wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t put pants back on.” In the interest of keeping to our agreement of not touching each other, I turned off the flashers and checked over my shoulder for traffic before accelerating onto the highway again. “I mean, shit, you wanna just take off your shirt too, I’d be all right with that.”

She kicked her jeans off with her toes and then tugged her thong off and tossed both behind her onto the back seat. “Just…buck naked in the car?” she asked, an eyebrow quirked, a smirk at the corner of her mouth.

I nodded, shrugged. “Middle of the night, middle of nowhere, got three-quarters of a tank of gas.” I gestured at her. “Strip down if you want. Can’t guarantee I won’t be stealing looks at you, but I’ll do my damnedest to keep my hands to myself and keep driving.”

“If I’m naked, you’re allowed to look.” She swallowed hard, ducked her head. “I like the way you look at me.” A long hesitation. “I like the way you touch me.”

I gripped the steering wheel hard, yanking the shifter down into fourth and then slamming it up into fifth as I reached the speed limit. “We agreed we wouldn’t touch each other until we had a chance to figure things out.”

She peeled her shirt off, setting her tits free with a bounce and a sway, and then I had myself a naked Torie in my Jeep—and a hell of a hard-on.

I clutched the shifter so hard I heard the plastic creak in protest.

I had to focus on the road, dammit. But there she was, naked. Thighs splayed just enough to give me a teasing glimpse at her core, thin pink outer lips and protruding delicate clitoris, just fucking begging for me to pull over, lean my seat back, and sit her on my face so I could make her scream.

Never been attracted to a vagina itself, before. The woman attached to it, sure, but—perhaps oddly—I’ve never really spent too much time examining a girl’s hoo-ha in detail. More focused on getting inside it, touching it to make her feel good.

But Torie? Even her pussy was a delicate, pink blossom of sensual beauty.

God, I was in trouble.

I had to turn the music up in an attempt to distract myself. Telling her she could be naked had been a mistake. I was not strong-willed enough, not by a long damn shot.

“You all right?” I heard her ask, turning the music back down.

I gritted my teeth and nodded. “Yep.”

“Why do I not believe you?”

I sighed, laughed ruefully. “I’m an idiot, that’s why.”

She frowned at me. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I clearly overestimated my willpower.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning you sitting there naked is more of a problem for me than I thought. Which is on me, not you. I just…” I hissed. “Resisting you was hard enough when I didn’t know what you looked like naked, how you feel, how you taste, what you sound like when you come. Now that I’ve had that taste, it’s damn near impossible.”

She chewed on that a moment. “Why…why do you have to resist me?”

“Because I can’t have you.”

“You already have, though.”

I shook my head. “What we did in that hotel room? That was…shit, that was like getting one little bite of fresh-made key lime pie and being told I can’t have a whole piece. It was a tease.”