CHAPTER 1 - The Road to Roo
The RV shimmered beneath the morning sun, sleek and white. Adam leaned against it, arms crossed, dark beard trimmed neat, his black sunglasses reflecting the stretch of highway they were about to chase. He wore a black tee that hugged his dad-bod frame and cargo shorts that made him look deceptively casual. His hazel eyes tracked her every step as she walked toward him from the car, pulling her luggage behind her, smirking.
Krystal was electric. Brown skin glowing, her tight black crop top barely covering the under-curve of her small breasts. Her shorts were vintage denim--frayed high on the thigh, hugging her perky ass like they were painted on. A few curls from her dark, wild hair fell into her eyes. The sleeve of tattoos on her left arm caught the sunlight with every step. She rolled her luggage up to the RV, pulled her sunglasses down her nose, and looked up at him.
"Tell me again," she said, voice low and teasing, "why didn't we do this sooner?"
Adam grinned. "Because we were trying to be responsible adults."
"Gross," she muttered, climbing the RV steps. "That ends now."
Inside, the air smelled of leather and lemon cleaner. She looked around--bed in the back, kitchenette, plush captain's chairs. She reached the back and tossed her bag on the bed, then spun to face him.
"So," she said, already starting to sway a little to their Bonnaroo 2025 Playlist being played through the stereo. "What goodies did you bring?"
He lifted his gray duffel and unzipped it partway--condoms, lube, Bluetooth speaker, liquor bottles, and a black velvet pouch she immediately recognized.
"Oh," Krystal purred. "You really brought all the good stuff."
He stepped closer, hands sliding over her hips. "You ready to misbehave?"
"That depends," she pretended to think for a moment. "Is having my tits out and dancing till the sun comes up misbehaving?"
"Not in my book. That's just what we came to do," Adam said, brushing her curls back and placing a kiss just under her ear.
They pulled out onto the highway, Krystal curled in the passenger seat with one bare foot on the dash, sipping a White Claw and letting her hand drift across towards Adam, casually playing with his recently shaved head.
The miles disappeared behind them as they let the playlist get them excited for the upcoming weekend.
Hours later, they pulled into a rest stop surrounded by nothing but trees and silence. Adam parked in the back corner of the lot, engine humming to a stop. Krystal slid out of her seat and climbed over to straddle him.
She whispered, lowering herself so her lips brushed his, "How about a quickie before we get back on the road?"
Adam's hands settled on her waist. His voice was calm, steady, but his eyes were already burning.
"Doesn't have to be a quickie, we've got nothing, but time," he said. "And I'd love a sneak peak of what's to come in the next few days."
