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chasing away the foreboding that accompanied falling so fast. There was no room for the
voice of reason on her vacation and she would squish it like a bug if it buzzed around her
head again. She didn t care if non-fuckable Chrissie insisted that vacation sex was only going
to land her in hot water fuckable Chrissie thought vacation sex was awesome.
I m having vacation sex. It s phenomenal. He s hunky and looks good in ugly swimming trunks.
He knows how to use a vibrator. Who cares if it s doomed to go down the crapper when the vacation is
over?
They had driven off the ferry that linked Nova Scotia to Prince Edward Island a half
hour ago. Actually, Chrissie had driven off the ferry while Sam groaned from the passenger
seat with his head between his legs. He d had no trouble on the ferry from Newfoundland to
Nova Scotia, but for some reason this crossing had given him motion sickness. He had
suffered for almost an hour on the top deck of the ferry, stretched out across a row of seats
with his head on Chrissie s lap. It had been cute until he had thrown up on her shoe.
He claimed to feel better as they stopped to gas up and Chrissie was more than happy
to let him drive the rest of the way to the resort town where they were booked to stay. She
loved watching him drive, loved those arms flexing and those shoulders rolling. Besides, as a
passenger he had taken total control of the music, and ever since he had regained the ability
to lift his head, he had been warbling some country song about toes in the water and asses in
the sand.
She emerged from the bathroom feeling less like she d been peeled from the bottom of
the car. Sam had moved the SUV from the pumps to the little strip of gravel next to the
station and was leaning against the bumper.
The shirt was off. The belly was exposed.
Her breath caught at the back of her throat and her feet stopped working. He was just
so gorgeous she wanted to run over and bite him in the ass.
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Sam shoved away from the bumper when she approached. He bobbed his sunglasses at
her and his gaze roamed from head to toe while she tossed her make-up case on the
passenger seat.  You look fresh.
She slipped her arms around his waist.  Good. I was going for fresh.
He held his arm over her head and peered at his watch.  It s not even noon and I ve
had three orgasms today. Road sex seems to be doing the trick.
 Three? I ve had five. She gave his ass-cheek a squeeze and ground herself against
him.  So what s on the agenda for this evening?
 I had a thought while you were in the toilet. There are a few campgrounds around.
What do you say we pick up a tent at the hardware store and skip the motel?
Chrissie raised her brows.  A tent. Huh.
 It s just for the night.
 I don t do tents. I do old shacks with leaky plumbing and crappy motels. I don t want
the only barrier between me and death-by-bear to be a thin layer of nylon. Besides, tents
involve outhouses.
 Man, you put on some lipstick and you turn into Laurie. He swung her around until
her back was to the warm surface of the SUV. He crooked his knee between her legs and
lifted her just enough that the pressure made her clit throb.  You ever been fucked
outdoors?
She shook her head and slid a little along his hard thigh.  Does the car count?
 Nope. That was technically indoors.
 I did it on the balcony of my apartment building last Labour Day.
 I wasn t really asking, you know. I didn t want to hear the details of your escapades
with another guy. He plastered two hands across her ass and squeezed.  You were
supposed to say,  God yes, Sam, I want you to do me rough and dirty with nothing but the
rugged wilderness surrounding us for miles. 
 Rugged wilderness and an RV full of small children roasting weenies, she said, but as
she tilted her head back to invite his mouth she felt a delicious hot flash pass through her at
the mental image his suggestion brought. She never would have pegged Sam as a rough and
dirty kind of guy. She wasn t a rough and dirty kind of girl but, hell, given the material she
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had to work with, she was willing to give it a shot. She licked her lips and groaned when he
increased the pressure on her pussy.
 Okay, but only for a night, and then you owe me a night in a nice big hotel with a
Jacuzzi tub and fluffy towels.
Her surroundings melted as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam merely made
a low sound of assent before his tongue slid past her lips. Chrissie stood on her toes as she
sucked him deeper. She could feel his cock getting hard against her hip as she squirmed
against him.
After the kiss ended his grip on her remained, and his grin appeared.  I ve got lipstick
all over my mouth now, don t I?
 Yeah, but it s okay as long as you re not prettier than I am. She slapped his ass and
stepped away, then giggled into her hand as she took a longer look at him. His lips were
covered in her lip gloss.  There are wet naps under the passenger seat.
Standing aside as Sam ducked into the truck, Chrissie tilted her head up to the sun and
took a deep breath.
Even with the sour smell of gasoline all around her she could call this a perfect day.
There wasn t so much as a puffball of cloud in the sky. The temperature was just cool enough
that Chrissie wasn t sweating through her yoga tee, but warm enough that Sam could go
shirtless. The landscape was nothing but green fields in either direction but there was still the
perfume of the ocean on the air.
She wondered how far Laurie and Tony had made it but honestly she didn t care. She
planned to ditch them as soon as they got to the next motel and lock herself in a room with
Sam to make up for the nights on this trip she had gone to bed alone.
That fantasy blew away like dust. She exhaled.  A tent.
 You ll love it. His mouth was clean and rosy when he shut the passenger door. It
made her want to kiss him all over again. She was on the verge of throwing herself at him
when his eyebrows screwed up and he snorted.  Get a load of that.
She twisted her neck and did a double take. There was a small car parked at the pumps.
It was a patchwork of parts red door and navy blue hood while the rest was forest green
and splotches of rust everywhere. Through the windshield she could see a plastic Betty Boop
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bobble-head flashing her goods on the dash. The seats looked like they were made entirely of
duct tape.
However, that wasn t what was exceptional about the car. It was the fact that there was
a pirate jamming the nozzle into the side of the car.
He had a red bandana on his head and a golden hoop hanging from his right ear. His
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