Popping the top, Avery took a long, smooth draw of the ice-cold beverage. “Wow.” She took another sip. “That really is good.”
“Told ya.” Garrett winked. “Let’s see what they have over there.”
Turning, Avery saw three stands like the kind she’d seen at a farmer’s market. One selling had hand-made beaded jewelry, another shelved with small, souvenir-type trinkets, and the third was filled with the most beautiful wooden carvings she’d ever seen.
“Wow.” She went to the jewelry booth first. “These are incredible.”
“Gracias.” The middle-aged man running it gave her a nod.
“See anything you like?”
Shivers raced down Avery’s spine as Garrett’s lips brushed her ear from behind.
In the past two days, his talented fingers, tongue, and cock had brought her to orgasm more times than she ever thought possible. And still, the simplest of touches left her body primed and aching for more.
He’s doing that on purpose.
She smiled, loving the fact that her inner voice was right.
With a cleared throat, she zeroed in on one of the other man’s multi-colored bracelets. “How much for that one?” She pointed to the wide, stretchy piece of handcrafted jewelry.
“Ten.”
“Ten dollars?” She clarified.
“Si.” The man nodded.
Bending down, Avery started to pull the small roll of cash she’d tucked safely into her shoe, next to her ID. But a warm, recognizable hand on her lower back stopped her.
“Here.”
Avery stood to see Garrett handing the man a ten-dollar bill.
“You didn’t have to buy that for me.”
“I know.” He grinned, handing her the newly purchased gift. “I wanted to.”
Stretching the bracelet’s elastic over her hand, Avery held out her wrist to admire the bright beads. “I love it. Thank you.” She planted a kiss on his lips.
“You’re welcome.”
The group stayed in that location long enough to enjoy their drinks, a sample of locally grown fruit, and live music before saying their goodbyes and heading back to their buggies.
Following their guide, the train of vehicles drove through a more desolate area of the country filled with peaceful fields and trees, as well as the occasional run-down farmhouse.
With her head leaned back as she relaxed in the afternoon sun, Avery gasped and shot straight up when Garrett slammed on his breaks and brought them to a sudden, jolting halt.
Removing her helmet, she brushed some hair from her face and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He slipped the helmet from his head and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Avery could almostfeelthe change in his demeanor. The relaxed, fun-loving man was gone, replaced by a focused, intense warrior.
Straightening her spine, she tried to look over the buggy’s windshield to figure out why the entire group had suddenly stopped. But she was still too short.
“Looks like there are some trucks blocking the road,” Garrett explained.
“Are they stranded?” She looked in vain again. “Do they need help?”