Miles and Miles of You by Jennifer Bonds

Author:Jennifer Bonds
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: road trip; social media; boss and employee; social media influencer; travel; travel blog; travel influencer; Instagram; bet; opposites attract; cross country road trip; alpha hero; alpha male; sexy; romance series with brothers; Texas; Austin; Chicago; Route 66; desert; California; Santa Monica Pier; tiny living; mobile living; Miles and Miles of You by Jennifer Bonds; Miles and Miles of You; contemporary romance; road trip romance; Amara; The Harts series; The Harts; romantic comedy; road trip; social media; boss and employee; social media influencer; travel; travel blog; travel influencer; Instagram; bet; opposites attract; cross country road trip; alpha hero; alpha male; sexy; romance series with brothers; Texas; Austin; Chicago; Route 66; desert; California; Santa Monica Pier; tiny living; mobile living
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Miles

Soaking in the hot tub did wonders for my sore back and stiff neck, but it would’ve been far more satisfying if Lucy had agreed to join me. Just the thought of her sitting next to me in only her bra and panties has my cock hardening.

Which is why it’s a good thing she declined.

At least one of us can claim a lick of sense.

Lick? I can think of plenty of things I’d like to lick, starting with her luscious little—

Christ. I need to get out of this hot tub and into a cold shower before I do something incredibly stupid.

I towel off and duck into the bathroom to strip off my wet boxers.

Like the rest of the suite, the bathroom is an explosion of pink and red from the floor tiles to the sink. It’s completely over the top, but it was worth the price of entry just to see the look on Lucy’s face when she flipped the lights on.

For a second, I thought she was going to bolt.

Or stroke out.

Not that I blame her. I stayed at some real shitholes back in the day, but even I’ve never stayed at a place like The Love Shack.

My phone buzzes on the vanity, and I grab it, checking my messages.

It’s a group text from my brothers.

Nick: For fuck’s sake, please tell me you didn’t elope to Vegas?

Beck: Dude. If you were getting hitched, the least you could’ve done was invite us.

Nick: I swear to Christ you better not come back married…

Beck: What he means to say is, we wish you a long and happy marriage with [insert your new wife’s name here]

Nick: This isn’t a fucking joke! Where the hell are you?

Beck: Do you need Nick to send a prenup? You know how he feels about dotting his Is and crossing his Ts.

That’s what I get for sending them a picture of the hot tub. I should let them stew a while. The assholes deserve it.

They know I’d never elope. I’ve made it quite clear I’m not interested in marriage. And I sure as hell don’t plan to fall in love.

Nothing good can come from it.

Not for me.

A memory of my mom, bruised and battered, whispering the words “I love you” hovers at the edge of my consciousness, but I shove it aside.

I wring out my boxers and hang them over the side of the tub to dry. Then I slip on a clean pair of athletic shorts and shut the light off.

When I step out of the bathroom, the suite is dark save for a dim light over the bed. Lucy’s already sound asleep, wearing that damn T-shirt.

The one that’s been driving me wild since our first night in the camper.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s doing it on purpose.

I start toward the couch and hesitate.

The bed is enormous. Far bigger than the sleeping bag. Hell, it’s bigger than the damn tent.

There’s plenty of room for two.

Moving slowly, I tiptoe to the bed and pull back the comforter, careful not to disturb Lucy.

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