Doin' a Dime by Vale, Lynn (learn to read activity book .txt) 📕

Hell, even the opening and closing of the door had escaped my knowledge until a third male voice sounded.

This one not belonging to our party.

“Excuse me, but are you done in there? And could you put some pants on, please, sir? This is a public restroom and I don’t want my child walking in here seeing a naked man,” the hoity-toity voice grumbled loudly.

“If my state of undress bothers you,” Sin drawled. “You may not want to stay in here. This is, I’d like to point out, a restroom changing room. This is pretty tame.”

I would’ve laughed had Hunt not pulled out of me right at that moment.

I gasped, turning around when his hand fell off my face, and glared.

He laughed.

Straight up laughed.

Loudly.

I reached out and caught his nipple, giving it a small twist.

“Ouch!” he cried out, his face still full of smile.

I wanted to punch him.

But the ass would probably find that amusing, too.

Just as I was about to open my mouth and let him have it—I mean, how could he just pull out when I was headed toward O-town?—he reached for me and hauled me toward the bench that was inside the shower.

Before I could tell him that I wasn’t sitting on that bench with my bare ass, he picked up a small hand towel from his bag, laid it over the bench, and then sat down on it.

Catching on finally, I hurried toward him and straddled his lap, my face only inches from his as I reached behind me and guided his cock to my entrance.

Once it was in place, I slowly started to sink down on top of it, and he growled.

“What was that?” the unfamiliar voice asked.

“What was what?” Sin tried to cover for it.

But then the slap-slap of our skin—I mean, there was only one thing the sound could be at this point—started to fill the bathroom air.

I would really try harder to never do this again, but the way he was rubbing me so deliciously in just the right places, I couldn’t think about anyone else. Let alone some man that I would likely never see again in my life once we left the campgrounds.

Zach and Sin I’d feel really embarrassed in front of for a long time to come.

But at that moment in time? Yeah, there was no embarrassment. There was no nothing but the way Hunt made me feel.

And the orgasm that I could feel coming at me at a million miles an hour.

My hands clamped down on what I thought were Hunt’s shoulders, but I would find out later was his actual neck.

Long moments later, when we were both coming down from our high, Hunt’s voice sounded like a bomb in the still air.

“I’ve never been into erotic asphyxiation before,” Hunt drawled. “But at one point there, it was weird. Floating while orgasming. I’m not saying that I’ll ever ask you to do it again but, wow.”

I blushed seven shades of red.

“I’ve never been into it either,” Sin called out. “And I still can’t find my pants.”

“I think you’re just staying now because you find it enticing.” Zach’s smooth, velvet dark voice called out. “And your pants are literally sticking out of your bag right there under the towel. I can see them. I think you’re not trying too hard.”

The door to the bathroom was yanked open, yet again.

“Are you assholes ever going to finish?” Trick’s rough voice asked. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m trying to get out of this den of sin,” the interloper coughed. “But none of the shower stalls are open, and I need one. I don’t want to lose my place in line. So I’m subjecting myself to this disgusting behavior. I’ll be truly letting the campground know of this behavior, however. Having sex in public is against the law.”

“We’re an outlaw motorcycle club,” Trick snorted. “We don’t really do the ‘law.’ Considering we’re all convicted felons and all, it’s obvious that the law really doesn’t apply to us. But, just sayin’, even I who try not to look at other men’s dicks can see that yours is hard. If you didn’t find whatever was going on in here ‘hot’ then why is it hard? Also, who the hell wears silk pants to camp in? I bet that million-dollar motor home is yours, isn’t it? Why aren’t you taking a shower in it?”

I was panting against Hunt’s collarbone, and the smile on my face was growing.

Hunt slapped my ass and urged me to get off of him.

I did, my eyes going to our laps as I stood up on shaky legs.

When I looked at his cock as I was standing, I licked my lips and felt a familiar throb between my legs at the sight of him.

He was covered in our combined juices.

It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

Which was when it hit me.

I wanted his release inside of me to take root.

I wanted his babies.

For the first time since I was a kid, the thought of being pregnant didn’t scare the absolute crap out of me.

The thought of having his babies filled me with utter joy.

Years ago, when I’d entered this farce of a relationship, I’d had no clue just how much I would come to depend on the man.

How much I would want him in my life.

How much I would need him.

How much I loved him.

Oh my God.

I loved him.

I loved the man that I’d married sight unseen. I loved the man that was a nerd and wore glasses and turned me on with just a glance over said glasses.

Glasses that were adorably fogged up and streaked in his haste to look at me through the fog.

I grinned at him.

“Your glasses are fogged up,” I said quietly.

Obviously not quiet enough because Sin said, “Of course, his glasses are fogged up! You’ve fogged the entire room up with what y’all just did! Even our bikes are fogged up outside!”

I covered my mouth and darted back into the