Bloody Sunset by Gwendolyn Harper (classic books for 11 year olds TXT) 📗

Booker shifted in his seat, rolling the tension from his neck. “A’ight, we found three, maybe four decent places over in Kansas before the groaner population got too thick. We could keep goin’ west…”

“Or south,” she said, glancing over. “Texas is still an option.”

He smirked around the lip of his water bottle. “Ain’t really that homesick, Meadows.”

She laughed. “Yeah, and I guess all the good barbeque places are long gone.”

“Best barbeque in the state was made by my dad and Uncle Tim,” he said, chest puffing out with pride. “And if we ever get t’raisin’ cattle, I’ll prove it.”

“You have the recipe?”

He grinned at her, tapping his right temple. “Sure do. Up here, along with mama’s potato salad and German chocolate cake.”

Caitlin’s mouth watered. “Goddamn I hope we find a place with a kitchen. I want you to feed me until I’m stuffed and bloated and miserable and then I want to eat some more.”

Booker’s laugh filled the Jeep. “Damn, that almost sounded dirty.”

“It felt dirty,” she said with a smile. “But I liked it.”

Leaning across the center console, Booker nosed at her cheek before kissing her fully.

“One good thing about Nicole stayin’ back,” he murmured. “Got as much privacy as we could want.”

Caitlin pressed her thighs together, electric thrill running through her. She still ached from the night before, but she couldn’t complain.

Not when memories of Booker bending her over in the back seat, grunting and panting as he fucked her until she was screaming, flooded her memory.

He nipped her bottom lip and soothed it with his tongue. “Liked that, huh?”

Caitlin wanted to roll her eyes. His ability to read her was bordering on preternatural.

Instead she tossed her pen and legal pad onto the dash and pushed him back, climbing over the gearshift to straddle him.

Booker’s chuckle vibrated through her chest.

“Ain’t had enough, huh?” He asked against the column of her throat, kissing a trail up to the hinge of her jaw.

“Never,” she told him, need adding tension to her voice.

Broad, warm hands skimmed over her legs to the meat of her ass, kneading just the way he knew she loved.

Just to tease him, Caitlin sank down, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Booker’s hiss and muttered curse as she swung her hips filled her with pride.

“Looks like you can’t get enough either,” she told him, gripping the back of his headrest for support.

The angle put her cleavage directly in his face, and Booker immediately nuzzled into her sternum, licking and kissing across every inch of exposed skin.

It wasn’t often they got to make out like this—unconcerned with prying eyes and ears, delighting in the sounds the other made with every touch.

Caitlin swiveled against him once more, smiling as he involuntarily jerked upwards, and then reached between them for his belt buckle.

Leaning back to gain access to his fly, she bumped the steering wheel with her ass, hitting the horn.

“Whoops,” she giggled, kissing his stubbled jaw.

Booker smirked, tugging up his shirt to help in her attempts to free him.

She’d never tire of the muscular ridgeline of his abs or the line of coarse dark hair that disappeared beneath his boxer briefs.

“God, I wish I’d thought to give you head first,” she blurted out, nails raking down under his navel.

Booker swallowed around a moan. “Next time, darlin’.” He fisted a handful of her hair, hauling her closer for a deep kiss. “Y’can have me however you want.”

Biting her lip, Caitlin smirked. “That’s a dangerous promise, Booker. You might never get dressed again.”

“Won’t see me complainin’,” he said, snaking a hand between them to pop the button of her jeans.

She’d have to take them off soon, but she couldn’t pull herself away from her perch in his lap. Not when she’d finally tugged his jeans and briefs down enough to spring him loose.

Caitlin groaned low in her throat, wrapping her hand around his base.

Her blood burned with lust and desperation to have everything he could give her and more.

“Shit, Cae,” he sighed against her cheek.

“One of these days,” she started, pumping her fist at a steady pace. “I’m going to lay you out and watch you do this to yourself.”

Booker’s grip in her hair tightened as he whimpered.

Taking the tip of his ear between her teeth, she gave him a love bite before whispering, “I’ll sit on your thighs, kinda like I am now.” She rolled her hips, denim scraping denim where their legs were pressed together. “In just my panties. Grinding on you a little…” She swiped her thumb over his tip, gathering the pearl of wetness and spreading it. “Watching you jack yourself off.”

“Fuck,” he gasped, burying his face in her neck. “That’s…”

She smiled. “You like that thought, don’t you?”

His mumbled agreement was more of a vibration against her collarbone.

“You’ll be so perfect,” she told Booker, continuing to stroke him. “Ears pink, chest heaving, cock leaking all over your stomach and fist… I’ll get so wet watching you, I’ll have to slide my fingers under my—”

His hand suddenly grabbed hers, forcing her to halt her motions.

“Cae, stop, I’m…” He looked up, pupils blown wide with arousal.

He blinked, stare shifting past her.

“Shit,” he hissed, tone sharper than before. “Groaners.”

Whirling her head around, Caitlin saw ten lumbering Geeks heading straight for the Jeep.

Once upon a time, she would have felt panicked. Would have wanted to run fast and far.

Now she was just irritated.

“Oh, come on,” she exclaimed angrily, hurrying to get off Booker’s lap. “Cock-blocking sons of…”

She redid her fly and grabbed the revolver from the backseat.

Booker made quick work of stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping up.

“Cae?”

My rifle?

“Left.”

Behind your seat, to the left.

Nearly throwing the door