I sigh. "I didn't grow up with wealth, Evangeline. My dad worked so hard for us, and we barely had enough even then. I worked at wherever I found a job as soon as I was old enough to work. In my teenage years, I always dreamt about being rich. But then, I noticed it's not what's important. I realized that the American dream is just an illusion. What's important is the people around you. And that book is kind of the starting point that made me see that."
She looks at me lovingly, and I know she understands. She may be the first person that will understand me truly. Leaning into me, she kisses me slowly. When our lips separate, she licks her bottom lip.
“So you’re telling me, this gorgeous body of yours is the result of hard work?”
I smirk. "Yes, but I'm lazy since I came here." Lifting my hip, I add, "Maybe I should work out more."
She rocks her hips against my already hard dick.
With my hands on her ass, I help her move on me.
“When I first saw you in the bar, I thought you were such a bad boy,” she says in a breathy voice, touching her tits as she keeps rubbing herself on me.
I smirk. “And now?”
“You’re a good boy who looks like a bad boy,” she says, her words are followed by a moan.
Lifting her a little, I tease her clit with the head of my cock.
"Maybe I'm a good boy when it comes to a certain school girl with a gorgeous body," I murmur and push into her. And just like that, we find ourselves in another chase of euphoria.
Her stomach growls as we spoon. We're both tired and satisfied with the hours of the morning workout. I see the clock on the nightstand shows 5 pm. Our need and hunger for each other were too much we didn't even think about food once since we entered the house.
"We should eat," I murmur with a chuckle. "Do you want to go out? We can eat a late lunch or even dinner somewhere," I ask, placing a chaste kiss on her swollen lips.
God. Sex suits her. She looks even more ravishing.
“We can't go somewhere in here. Everyone knows everyone in this neighborhood,” she says.
“I don't care what anyone thinks, but we can stay or go somewhere else if you prefer,”
I offer.
She shakes her head, but her eyes lighten with an idea.
“Actually, there's somewhere I'd like to go. With you.”
In an hour, we shower, get dress, chuck down some cereals and jump into my truck.
“Okay, Miss where to?” I ask with a grin on my face.
“West.” I have to admit I'm not surprised with her answer.
As we maneuver in the streets, I rest my hand on her thigh. She wears very short jean shorts and a light blue boy shirt over a tank top and her boots. She looks so beautiful and sexy, I know it'll be a challenge to keep my hands away from her.
We stop by at a small deli and fill the baggage with every kind of sandwiches they sell and continue our short trip.
We stop in an open field. People have gathered around. Music fills the air, and there's a big bonfire set up in the middle. I see familiar faces I've seen before in The Sanctuary.
“What's this?” I ask Evangeline.
“The people in here do monthly bonfires. I've never come to this event. Never dared to.”
“Why?”
“They always told me to bring a friend if I wanted while inviting me. I didn’t want to show up alone. But, I didn't have someone to bring with me.”
“Until now,” I say, lifting her chin up so I can kiss her lips.