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“Uh-huh. And what do you do to pass the time on a road trip?”

“I dunno. Talk about boys? Last time I went on a road trip I was eighteen.”

“Sounds fucking boring.”

She hooked an eyebrow at me over her beer. “You saying boys are boring?”

“And hairy. And they stink. Trust me, I’ve been on plenty of road trips with dudes and they’re highly overrated.”

Katie laughed. “Okay. So what do you stinky boys do on the road? I mean, you know, besides all the hookers and blow or whatever.”

“Hmm.” I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know. We’ve never run out of the hookers and blow before.”

She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. We could play a road game.”

“Sounds like some good clean PG fun.”

“Though unless it’s a drinking game…” She held up her beer and toasted the air. “I don’t really see the point.” She punctuated that with a swig of beer, then smiled. And I really wished she’d wrap those pretty pink lips, wet with beer, around my cock.

Maybe later. There were always more rest stops.

“You keep drinking, babe, we’ll make it a drinking game. But the only road game I remember is Top Five. Got into a lot of fights over it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Bad words were said. Drinks were thrown. It was ugly.”

“Sounds awesome.”

“It’s not for the faint of heart.”

“Teach me!”

“Okay. It’s easy. I just give you a topic and you say the top five things in that category.”

“Such as?”

“Top five bands.”

“Oh, that’s easy.”

“That’s what I said. But it’s deceptively controversial, I warn you.”

“Maybe for stubborn, overly-opinionated rock stars. I, on the other hand, am a civilized lady.” She took another swig of her beer. She was already looking flushed, her cheeks pink; it didn’t take much. The girl couldn’t hold her booze worth a damn.

Which was fine with me. I happened to like drunk Katie.

My dick liked her too. Especially when she rolled the frosty beer bottle between her breasts, making her nipples harden against the cotton, the condensation dripping down inside her tank top…

Fuck.

Eyes on the fucking road.

“So go ahead, sweetheart. Top five bands.”

“Like, of all time?”

“Yes.”