Journey by Karina Sharp, Carrie Ann Foster, Good Girl Graphics Read Free Book Online Page A

topic of me being nude in public comes up and suddenly you have a lot to say about it?”
    “I tried to keep my answer simple.  You’re the one who pressed for more.”
    “I don’t know that I’m finished being irritated with you and your opinions,” Journey’s mouth curls upward into a smirk, “but I told you I knew something was up with your short answer.”
    “See?  You seem to have a handle on me.  What more is there to know?”  I kneel next to her chaise, cupping her breast in my hand.  “I’m not saying these don’t deserve to be on display and worshipped, because they absolutely do, but if I had my way, no one would ever see them but me.”
                  A light course of air leaves my lungs, causing her nipple to pearl from its contact.  Journey’s back arches lightly as a small cry of pleasure escapes from her lips.  I repeat the same action on her other breast, so that both are budding from excitement.  Journey’s knees separate and she draws her feet closer into her body, inviting me to come closer into her space and against her body.  I lift myself off of the ground and position my body between her legs, my chest against breasts, hips in line with hers, and bring my mouth to hers so I can ravish it. Journey reaches to grip the waist of my board shorts, and lowers them so that we now lie naked together.  We kiss and make love, caressed by the sun’s rays and brushed with the ocean air.
     
    Journey and I spent the bulk of the day in the sun and in each other’s arms.  We agreed to meet up with our posse of friends at The Green Monkey again tonight.  Sitting at the bar, watching Journey speak to Rico in Spanish, I am lost in my headspace.
    “A kiss for your thoughts?” Journey breaks up my internal brooding.  I open my mouth, then shut it quickly and tilt my head questioningly.  “Yes, I offered a kiss for your thoughts.  I figured that might sway you more than a penny.  Plus, I don’t have a penny to give you at the moment since I don’t have any cash on me.”
    My smile widens.  “You have the right idea.”
    Journey leans into me, holding a shot glass.  “Lean your head back.”
    I do as she orders, and she puts one hand under my chin and uses the other to place the rim of the shot glass on my bottom lip.  “Don’t swallow,” she commands.  She gently pours the sweet liquid into my mouth, and I put my lips together.  She then tilts my head forward and places her mouth over mine.  When she does, she parts my lips with her tongue, causing the alcohol mixture to pour into her mouth.  At any other time, if someone described it to me, I might think this kind of gesture disgusting, but doing it is incredibly sensual.
    I begin to ache for her and can no longer resist placing my hands on the curves of her butt cheeks, wrestling my tongue with hers.  In the middle of the loud, busy bar, it is just us- Journey and Jack.  We continue our steamy exchange for a few moments, until Journey’s mouth smiles against mine, signaling the end of our kiss.
    I completely forgot the purpose of the kiss until Journey says, “Now, tell me what you were thinking about when I made the offer.  I kept my end of the bargain.”
    “I was just thinking about how superficial George can be and how he makes a point to show everyone that he carries wads of cash or that he has a Black AmEx.”  I surprise myself with my honest answer.
    “You were thinking about George?  That’s not nearly as exciting as I thought it may have been, but, totally, he’s an arrogant ass, if you ask me.  I mean, who cares how big his bankroll is?  Money doesn’t buy you class, that’s for sure.”
    “You’re exactly right,” I agree, tapping her on the nose.
    “Are you drunk yet?” Journey asks me with uplifted eyebrows.
    “I’m getting there.  You?”
    “Same.  Rico?  Shots, please.”
    After we are exhausted from dancing and drinking, we exit the bar for a leisurely walk on the