Smiling, I pushed past him and slid into the driver’s seat. “The winner drives.”
Adamo raised his hands, palms facing my way. “All right.” As always, the sight of his tattooed key warmed my heart.
After a few minutes of driving, the lights of the celebrations weren’t visible anymore. I parked the car off to the left of the road and turned the lights off, bathing us in darkness.
Stepping out into the cool night, I took a deep breath. I loved living in camp, the chaos and noise. I loved Roman, his stubbornness and recklessness. But I also loved these small slices of alone time that Adamo and I carved out for ourselves. I hopped on the hood of my car and Adamo pushed between my legs almost right away, slinging his arms around my waist and jerking me against his body. His erection pressed against my crotch, making me moan. We hadn’t had the energy to sleep with each other in the last seven days, but the thrill of winning had awakened my libido.