Page 6 of Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #6)

JUDE

“ Y ou good?” I dip my head to ask Ronnie the question.

We walked to an area where sun sails are set up and picnic benches are spread out.

You can still hear the music from the stage.

Each area has the same set up in different areas on the nearly twenty-acre track Rock the Nation is held on.

This doesn’t even include the parking lot for daily passholders or the campground, where there are multiple lots.

“Yeah.” Her voice is breathless, and I watch as she shivers in response.

My lips touch the shell of her ear, pushing my luck to see what happens.

I’ve had my hands all over her body while applying sunscreen.

I had to move the straps of her top out of the way, lift the bottom of it, too, and I made sure to do my worst while working us both up.

It probably wasn’t the best idea, since we’re out in public with eyes fucking everywhere, and while it’s not unheard of to hear about other concert goers to have their fair share of sex in random places, the first time I have Ronnie beneath me won’t be where anyone can see her sensual-as-fuck body or hear the moans I got a glimpse of yesterday morning.

“Your turn, Foxy.” I take the lobe of her ear into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth before sucking on it to relieve the bit of pain I delivered.

There’s no way I’m lathering the front of her body with sunscreen.

I’ll leave that to her. I’d lose any and all restraint.

It wouldn’t take me but two point five seconds to throw Ronnie over my shoulder and make quick fucking work back to my van, and we’d miss the entire damn first day of the festival.

“Payback’s a bitch, Jude. Remember that,” she says over her shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on her face.

I’m fucking toast. I’ll have to muster up every ounce of restraint I can.

An impossible task where Foxy is concerned.

The minute we got off the phone yesterday, I stubbed out my cigarette and immediately hopped in the shower.

I needed relief. My cock had been hard so long, there was no way I could have even thought about doing anything else instead of wrapping my hand around my length, bringing up the vision of Ronnie moaning in her sleep, and watching as her thighs shifted, outlining the lips of her pussy.

Five strokes were all it took before I came.

It took the edge of enough for me to wrap shit up and get ready to hit the road.

“Do your worst, Foxy.” She spins around, her braid whipping around with her, and I gotta say I’m digging what she’s wearing a whole hell of a lot.

“You asked for it.” She grabs the bottle of sunscreen and squirts a healthy amount in one palm before getting to work.

Her hands move to my chest, and fuck me running, she’s out to kill me.

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through every sensation that’s taking ahold of my body.

Christ, popping a boner in a sea of people is not what I had on my agenda, and in my attempt not to, I run through the contracts I’ve got piled on my desk I need to get through, codes, app interfaces, and anything else I can recite to keep my focus off Ronnie’s hands.

“Christ, woman.” I open my eyes, unable to keep my hands at my side any longer, especially when she leaves my chest to slowly slide down my abdomen, getting closer to my dick.

“Having trouble, Jude?” Her voice skates along my chest, hands dipping lower, and while moments ago, I was more than ready to grip her hips, I’m only left with one option. Especially when I feel the tips of her fingers edging along my waistband, dipping inside before pulling back.

“Foxy, you start this, I’ll finish it. We won’t see shit today except the inside of my van.

” Which I’m more than okay with. I upgraded my van after last year’s event.

I was tired of taking a camp shower off the back of my rig.

The amount of water also meant you had to either purchase it from the campground area or lug buckets of water back to where you were staying.

The new van has a fully functional bathroom.

No more only having a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink.

It even has more room in the kitchen, and instead of it having a college dorm type refrigerator, I now have one twice the size.

There’s a bed in the back, one tiny closet, and an outdoor area that extends off the back.

My favorite part of the van is being able to use it when the weather is right, a cool crispness to the air, and there isn’t a damn mosquito in sight.

“We can’t have that.” Ronnie pauses for a moment before tacking on, “Yet.” I watch her tongue moisten her lips, leaving them shiny and making my mouth water.

I’m laser-focused on her while trying to keep my wits about me with other people milling around, which, understandably, is damn hard.

My nostrils flare as she presses her body closer to mine.

I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she takes.

Her nipples lightly graze against my bare skin, and there’s only one thing left for me to do.

“I’ve waited long enough,” I mutter, watching as her eyes sparkle, as she sees what I’m after. My mouth hovers above hers, barely a breath away, allowing her to say no but hoping like hell she won’t push me away.

“We’ve waited long enough.” The moment the words leave her lips, I kiss her, hard.

There isn’t an ounce of hesitation from me or Ronnie.

My mouth claims the woman standing in front of me.

I’ve been dying for a taste of her for too damn long.

A breathless moan slips from her lips, and my tongue slides in.

I keep one hand on her hip, the other moving until I’m cupping the back of her neck, angling her head as I continue dominating the kiss.

She moves closer. The tips of her nails score the flesh on my abdomen, and the burn only makes me want more.

Ronnie whimpers into my mouth, but I’m not easing up.

If anything, it only makes me deepen the kiss while still trying to stay in control.

I pull back in an attempt to slow us down, and that’s when she grazes my lower lip, biting just enough to leave a sting.

My baser instincts take over. Slowing down is no longer an option.

“You like that?” I groan when we both come up for air. Ronnie doesn’t need to respond, I already know the answer. She fucking does. We’ve played this game for far too long. The teasing back and forth is leading us straight to a hunger we both crave.

“Jude.” Her eyes open, as do mine. We’re interrupted by a few cat whistles and people clapping, probably not the best place to lose my mind and have a hot and heavy make-out session with her.

“Foxy,” I say the name I gave her the minute she finally gave in and started talking over the mic. Ronnie is fucking gorgeous and sweet, the full damn package. The more I learn about her, the deeper I fall for her.

“We probably should stay here for a moment, but maybe not that close together.” There’s amusement in her tone.

And what does the vixen do? She pulls her hands away from my abdomen and manages to plaster herself to me.

Her hands slide to my sides, skating a path until she’s completely wrapped around me.

“Probably not.” I squeeze her hip, the tips of my fingers pressing into the fleshy party of her ass, dip my hips, and move in a way that lets her know what she’s doing to me. My cock most definitely is outlining my shorts. Us staying like this isn’t going to help any, either.

“I’m going to turn around. You can use me as a shield?” A delicate eyebrow lifts in question.

“Foxy, your ass is just as hot.” She tosses her head back laughing at my statement.

“It’s the damn truth. Ever since I got a glimpse of you from behind last night, been dreaming about it.

” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she reaches around me, grabs the bottle of suntan lotion, and tosses it into her bag before zipping it.

I watch as she uses a different clasp to keep the two ends together and become a pick-pocketer’s worst nightmare.

She secures the bag to her body and grabs our drinks, keeping her hands busy and making it impossible to leave mine on her body.

“You good?” I ask her. Maybe she’s processing shit and thinking I took it too far. I may be able to hack into social media, banking apps, security systems, and a slew of other shit, but the same can’t be said about digging into people’s thoughts.

“Yeah, I mean, besides trying to contain the need to climb you like a tree, I’m peachy keen.” She hands me my drink, probably a good thing since we’re still surrounded.

“Fuck, Foxy. It’s going to take everything I have to keep my hands to myself. You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” I only stubbed my cigarette out before getting to this area, and now I’m ready for another. The one craving I have is for more of Ronnie.

More of her kiss.

More of her smell.

More of her touch.

More. More. More.

And it’s repeating in my head like a carousel that goes round and round.

“I promise I’ll tell you. I also solemnly swear that I will not ever complain about you touching any part of my body.” Ronnie holds her hand to the side of her body, palm out, similar to a scout’s honor.

“Ass included?” She closes her eyes for a moment, and this time, there isn’t a ball of worry sitting like a pit in my stomach. Her breathing intensifies, and after the past twenty-four hours, plus that kiss, she’s all fucking for it.

“Yes, with lots of stretching and plenty of lube. Remember, I’ve felt your cock now. I know exactly how big you are. And, Jude, you’re really freaking huge.” My head on my shoulders and the one currently still hard from earlier heard her loud and proud.

“Guess I’ll be hitting a store, then.”

“Yes, we will.” She spins on her heel, giving me her back and inadvertently her ass, too. “Come on, I wanna be on the rail for the next band.” The only fucking thing I want to rail is Ronnie.

“Let’s roll.” I move to stand beside her, our fingers lacing together, and since I’m taller, I lead the way. As much as I’d rather she be by my side, it’s damn impossible when there are so many crowds of people walking from one stage to the other.

“I’m so excited. I’ve been wanting to see them for years, but they’re not touring, only doing festivals.” She scream-yells at my ear when we come to a standstill to allow a mass to get through.

“Hell yeah, you need anything else before we get to the stage? Food, water?” Once we get to the front of the stage, there’s no leaving without pissing people off or losing our spot.

“I’m good.” I nod in response. We make it as the last show finishes up.

People are leaving, and this time, Ronnie takes the lead.

My hand is still in hers, fingers laced, and she’s squeezing it with the excitement swirling around us.

She’s jumping, skipping, and smiling like she’s experiencing Disney for the first time as a kid.

“Something changes, let me know. Also, stay in front of me. Crowd surfers are gonna be wild, and gravity takes them wherever they fall. I’ll lift them and help.

Duck your head when you can, yeah?” Shit can get rowdy fast. Surfers forget to cross their legs and use their stomach muscles to help out.

It’s part of the festival experience. Still, I don’t want Ronnie receiving a concussion or worse.

I’ve seen broken jaws, black eyes, and who else knows what.

“I will.” We make it to the area, right where the band is playing. The stagehands are setting up for the next band. “This good, you think?” Ronnie asks.

“Yeah, Foxy, this is fucking perfect.” I bracket her from behind, my hands going to either side of her body.

“It really is.” Her head turns, I dip my head, and she presses a kiss to my lips.

We settle in, shoot the shit, talk about whatever comes to mind, and when the band, Pop Evil, takes the stage, Ronnie loses her mind.

She sings right along with them, starting with Torn to Pieces and every single song after, dancing and swaying her hips.

She’s having the time of her life, and I’m doing the same.

All while keeping her safe right in front of me.