Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I pulled away panting, the taste of her on my lips.
JP glanced up from her tablet and said, “We have a bus, not a room. Plus, that’s gross.”
Chuckling, Folsom pulled away, her eyes alight.
“Let’s go. I need a shower,” she urged.
If I wasn’t mistaken, she was in a hurry to get to somewhere private.
A smirk kicking up the corner of my lip, I followed dutifully behind the two of them, trying my hardest not to leer at Folsom while her daughter was a foot away.
That was until Folsom spoke, bringing my attention to her.
“Man, it sure is windy tonight,” Folsom said, looking adorably cute in her sparkly dress and bare feet.
Not realizing it until now, and not wanting her to walk across the circus barefoot, I reached down and all but threw her onto my back.
She squeaked as she came, her arms automatically circling around my neck.
“It’s not windy at all,” I heard JP disagree. “In fact, it’s quite calm. What are you talking about it being windy for?”
“Oh, I meant that it’s going to be windy. The weatherman said that there might be a windstorm tonight, and we should be aware,” Folsom said.
“I hate when it’s windy. It rocks the bus,” JP grumbled.
I frowned.
I wasn’t one to know the weather in a particular area, but it sure didn’t seem like there was going to be any wind tonight. It really did look calm.
But I also wasn’t a weatherman. And weather was unpredictable.
“Supposed to start in about an hour or so,” Folsom continued.
“Where’s the bus at today?” I asked as I moved toward the direction JP was taking us.
JP pointed just as Folsom pressed a kiss on the side of my neck, right under my ear.
Then licked me.
I was embarrassed to say, after the long, sleepless nights with nothing to do but think about Folsom and what Folsom would feel like or taste like…let’s just say that it was easy to do things to certain parts of me with very little effort on her part.
“It’s not supposed to be windy,” she whispered into my ear.
Frowning, we turned a corner and I saw the bus.
It looked somewhat different today, and it wasn’t until we were right up on it that I saw the shiny silver rods on the front and the back of the bus, right under the frame.
JP punched in the alarm code and the unlock code, letting us into the bus.
I followed behind with Folsom, then lowered her to the ground the moment we’d made it into the bus.
It looked different inside, too, and at first, I was a bit confused on why until I saw the packed boxes in the corner of the room.
My heart soared.
“I’m going to work on my school stuff,” JP muttered. “Since I know that’s what you’re about to tell me to go do. I knew I should’ve gotten it done this morning.”
Folsom snickered and watched her go before turning her eyes to me. “Come look at my bedroom.”
Frowning, I did, going in the opposite direction of JP, who’d climbed up into her bunk above the kitchen.
We’d never made it to Folsom’s room last time, at least not together.
When I got there, she said, “Oh, I’m gonna lock the door.”
She twisted and started to run, her ass bouncing in the leggings that were hugging her butt and thighs like a second skin.
I unabashedly watched her go.
When she came back, my eyes went to the bunched part of her tights around her thighs, where the long ropes of fabric had been tight around her legs.
“Let me see them,” I rasped.
She frowned as she closed the bedroom door. “See what?”
I gestured toward her thighs, then decided she was taking too long to process the information, and decided to take a look myself.
When she was close enough, I pulled her to me with a hooked finger in the waistband of her pants and waited until she was between my thighs to divest her of her yoga pants. At least up to her knees.
The angry, red welts on her thighs told me a story, and I felt my stomach clench.
“You’re not doing this permanently, are you?” I asked her, running the pads of my thumbs over the marks.
She twisted and placed her butt on the bed, then bent down to take her yoga pants the rest of the way off her legs.
I felt my cock get hard at the sight, however innocent it was.
“I’m just doing it for tonight’s show,” she said. “And that’s in,” she looked at her watch, “four hours. I also only have to hang up there super high, sparkle, and kind of sort of make my way down at the very end without falling.”
“You sound like that’s going to be easy,” I said as I twisted down to my knees, my torso between her splayed thighs. “Are you sure that your legs can handle this?”