I started to climb down to the sound of her cackling before shooting me in the back five times. It was a dirty shot; my kind of girl.
Once on the ground, she attempted to run, but not before I got a hold of her arms. I made sure we were alone, picked her up, and she instantly wrapped those legs around my waist and dropped her gun on the ground. I held her ass as she rested her hands on my face, planting a long kiss on my lips.
Every part of her fit perfectly with me. My mind went wild when I thought of what would’ve happened if we hadn’t been interrupted last night. How eager she was, how perfect she was, how much I needed her to stay.
She pulled away. “We’d better find Austin and Zoey before they find us.”
I kissed the tip of her nose, releasing her back to her one flip-flopped feet.
Ten minutes later, Zoey approached the truck holding both flags above her head. “We are the champions!”
Austin jogged up behind her. “Zoey cheated.”
She gasped. “I did not. There are no rules in the woods. It’s survival of the fittest!”
He laughed. “Well, the fittest can’t survive the flashing of a red bra. It froze me in my tracks. That’s the only reason you won.”
She approached Madison and gave her a high-five. “The womenalwayshave the power.” She squinted at me after examining Madison’s white coveralls, with her rainbow boobs and ass. “It looks like a horrific attack happened here.”
Madison tore off her coveralls and threw them into the back of my truck. “We should probably get back. Uh, Daisy might have some wedding shit for us to do.”
Madison jumped in the back seat while Zoey looked at me with a stare that could’ve cut glass before climbing in the truck. Mental note: don’t piss off Zoey.
After playing the game, “guess the tune by my shitty humming,” which sucked, by the way, we rolled down the road towards Daisy’s house and saw her in the pasture on a blanket with Jim and Grant. Lola and Daisy’s horse, Hannibal Lector, were tied off on the fence.
I pulled the truck over as Madison opened her door before I fully stopped and jumped out.
“Hello!” Madison waved at the three of them.
As my feet hit the ground, a grin spread across my face when Grant jumped up, ran to her and threw his arms around her waist.
Jim waved. “Come on over! Daisy made some sandwiches. She tried a new recipe from the cooking show she loves.”
We all plopped on the blanket as Daisy started passing out her baggies of food.
Zoey took a sandwich. “Thank you, Daisy. This looks wonderful.”
Madison grabbed one just as Austin took a big bite and started coughing.
“Are you okay?” Daisy reached over and patted his back.
“It tastes so bad, my mouth will never recover,” he garbled over the food. Grabbing a napkin, he spit his food into it, folded it over, and rubbed the clean side over his tongue just in case there was leftover residue or something.
“What?” Daisy tilted her head. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying this tastes like a chicken and roadkill beat each other to death with a pepper.” He continued to wipe his tongue with a napkin.
Zoey dropped her sandwich on the blanket while Madison flashed a tense smile and put hers back in the basket. “I think I’m good.”
Daisy grabbed one and unwrapped it. “Austin, is this one of your unfunny jokes?” She took a bite and chewed. “Oh, sugar snap! What in the hell is wrong with these?” She spit it into a napkin.
I covered Grant’s ears. “Daisy, we have to reel in the language.”
Daisy waved her arm. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, Jax.”
“Still happening.” I kept my hands over his ear.
“Damn it!” She covered her mouth, and I shook my head in surrender. “Oh, come on, I don’t know if I can ever be a clean-spoken woman. I raised you and Austin with some salty language, and y’all are great humans.” She tossed her sandwich in the basket. “You know, I think missing the beginning of the cooking show really screwed these up. Clearly, I improvised a bit too much. But I do have some bags of chips, so have at it.”
