Justin had assured her that no one would touch her without his permission and that wasn’t fucking likely to happen. After spreading a beach towel on the picnic table situated between the RVs, he’d laid her down and kissed and stroked her. He’d told her to keep her eyes closed as he untied the laces on her leather mini skirt. He’d gone down on her and brought her to a quick, meteoric climax and then carried her to a chair and positioned her so she straddled his hips. Still pulsing and shaking from her orgasm, she’d slid down on his rock-hard cock with a low moan. Inhibitions long shed, she’d ridden his cock with abandon until a nearby growl filtered through the pleasure hazing her mind. She’d opened her eyes and realized Val and Ransome were standing close by. The sound had come from one of them.
Her arousal blazed as she’d imagined them waiting their turn to fuck her and she’d experienced multiple orgasms. Justin had gripped her and thrust until he let out a loud growl of fulfillment, amid groans of approval and some cat calls and cheers from their friends. While they’d caught their breath the sounds of the party had continued on around her, erotic moans drifting on the air.
She’d shivered as the summer temperature had dropped to a more comfortable level. Seconds later, another pair of rough hands besides Justin’s brushed against her back as a beach towel was tucked around her, shielding her while she recovered. She’d never known if it was Val or Ransome, but the memory of that brief, caring touch had stayed with her as part of the experience. That hot night had haunted her dreams and fantasies since the summer before.
Even a year later, the memory still aroused her and she wondered again about what he’d mentioned earlier.
“Justin?” At his soft querying grunt she continued. “What did you mean when you said Saturday night at the ROT Rally would be the starting point of our next role-play scene? That rally is months away and you didn’t say anything about attending this year.” He normally allowed anywhere from a few days to a few weeks for her to anticipate a new role-playing scene, never a few months.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Really got you thinking, huh? I didn’t mean we’d wait until then, although if you want to go we can. I meant for you to imagine that the role-play would begin where that night ended. You remember? My little exhibitionist.”
She rubbed her knuckles lightly against his ribs, coaxing a shudder out of him as she tickled him. “You know I do, you beast. I’ll never forget.”
“Me either. It was eye opening.”
“For me, too. Did it take you by surprise to discover that the mother of your children was a total freak?”
“No. I appreciated the trust you put in me to keep you safe. It’s one thing to take your top off. It’s another to engage in public sex. The guys wouldn’t have let anything happen either, as I recall.”
Charity nodded, heat stealing into her cheeks again. “I—” A sound, like a light thump, came from near the front door. “What was that? I hope that wasn’t another bird.” She hated when birds flew at the picture window and wound up breaking their own necks.
She crawled from Justin’s arms and he reached for his pajama bottoms on the chair near the bed. “I don’t know. I’ll go—” In a quick succession, several more soft thumps hit the front of the house.
“Oh, hell no,” she growled as she leapt from the bed and grabbed her robe and then headed for the closet where her shotgun was kept on a shelf.
Justin stopped her from reaching for it. “Easy, babe. Let me handle this.”
“All I’m going to do is scare those little fuckers.”
Justin grunted in frustration, obviously knowing she wouldn’t hurt anyone but also knowing there was no point in trying to control her. Submissiveness wasn’t her strongest point. He sprinted on soft footfalls to the front door and threw it open.
Something slimy hit her cheek as she came abreast of him and they both growled that time. Justin looked down at the raw egg splattered on his chest and in his long black hair. He pointed a flashlight across the lawn and roared, “Get the fuck out of here!”
A group of three or four teenaged girls, judging by their long hair flapping behind them, darted from the yard and ran at top speed down the dark, secluded road.
Charity didn’t say a word but she did fire off a warning shot to deter them from returning. A high-pitched scream of fright made her grin. Part of her wanted to go after them but she was better than that.
Justin held out his hand and she handed him the gun with a knowing smile. “See? I didn’t shoot at anyone.”