Page 28 of Revival

The Nashville Hustlers take the stage and the crowd roars. I should be much more excited than I am. But, instead of being able to sing along with my favorite songs, my only focus is on the incredibly gorgeous man who stands at the edge of the stage. His stance is solid, and broad shoulders frame his torso and arms.

"Want another drink?" Lucky shouts up to me.

I briefly question my drunkenness before blurting out, "Of course. And make it a double."

Lucky lowers me onto a hay bale in front of us. I’m not as high above everyone else as I was while on his shoulders, but I can see the stage better than if he’d set me on the ground. "Be right back, beautiful." He smacks my ass before pushing his way through the crowd and to the bar.

Daniel stands just off stage. He looks away whenever I look in his direction, like I haven't just caught him watching me.

Well, if he wants to watch, I might as well give him a show.

The whiskey flows through every muscle in my body. My movements are relaxed. My arms lift above my head as my hips sway to the beat. I look up again to see if Daniel's still watching. Our eyes meet, but this time he doesn't turn away. His intense stare awakens the butterflies in my stomach. I remember our kiss this morning, and my nipples peak with excitement. The man may be a cloud of darkness, but fuck if he isn't a good kisser.

"You are so fucking sexy when you dance, Andrea," Lucky startles me back from my mini fantasy, handing me my drink. I suck down half of the cup, attempting to extinguish the heat running through my body. "Thanks."

Standing on the hay bale, Lucky and I are face to face. His movements are jerky and awkward, and our bodies do not seem to connect. He leans in, aggressively crashing his mouth on mine. Lucky's dry tongue darts in and out of my mouth like a bad game of whack-a-mole.

The song ends, and I turn back to the stage to see if Daniel is still watching. He's gone. My heart sinks, though I don't know why. He made it clear that he didn't want to give me what I wanted. Tonight, I will have my way with this gorgeous man in front of me, crossing the second item off my revival list. Come morning, I will drive off into the sunrise and begin the rest of my life.

Attempting to grab Lucky's hand, mine slips right through. His hands are sweating with epic proportions. Looking at him, I notice the same drenching sweat dripping down his face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Body just got hot suddenly. Are you okay? Are you hot? Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe I need to cool off for a minute. Where could we go? Where could we go?" His speech is rapid and choppy.

"We could go back to my R.V.”

"R.V. it is!" Lucky grabs my wrist before taking off to the campground so briskly I can barely keep up.

I'm out of breath by the time we reach the campground. I know I'm in damn good shape for my age, but Lucky's turning this into a sprint rather than a marathon. I look behind us to see if anyone, mainly Daniel, saw us leave.

"Damn," Lucky says, drawing out the word. "Mama's got a sweet ride. A Mercedes Entegra. Impressive." He lifts me by my ass, and instinctively my legs wrap around him. His snake-like tongue begins darting in and out of my mouth again. With the strength of one arm, Lucky holds me up, leaving his other hand free to start slinking its way under my shirt.

"Why don't we take this inside?" I say, unwrapping my legs from around his waist and putting some distance between us. "We still need to get you cooled off."

Lucky holds the door open for me. "Ladies first." He smacks my ass with each step.

"I'm going to freshen up. Why don't you turn on the air and make yourself comfortable."

Sitting on the toilet, I rest my face in my hands. What the hell have I gotten myself into? When I put a one-night stand down on that stupid list, I wanted something I thought I had missed. Is this what I missed? With Colby, I ended up with a guy in a flamingo banana hammock. A fishnet flamingo banana hammock. And now, Lucky the Lizard Kisser.

I finish my business and look myself directly in the mirror. Yes, this is precisely what I want. It has been over a year, and I need to getfucked. Lucky may not be the best kisser in the world, but I'm sure his dick will take care of things just fine.

Exiting the bathroom, I expect to see Lucky on the couch waiting for me, but he’s taken my offer to get comfortable to the extreme. His insanely chiseled body lays naked across my bed. My eyes take in the masterpiece before me, scanning down to his flaccid penis, reaching halfway down his thigh.

I bite my lip with anticipation and, honestly, a little fear. The two guys I've been with are nothing in comparison to Lucky.

"Come here, beautiful," he says, patting the bed.

Pulling my dress over my head, I stand in front of him in just my thong panties. Lucky leans over, taking one nipple and sucking it hard. He pats once more, and I join him in the bed. "Your tits are perfect. Petite little mouthfuls."

My hand slides down his torso, past his happy trail, finding the most enormous dick I've ever wrapped my fingers around. Finding the perfect rhythm, I move my hand up and down his shaft. My pace increases, expecting to feel his massiveness growing in my hand.

Even though Lucky is moaning so loud the people at the next campsite can probably hear him, his dick stays limp. Maybe it just needs a bit of wetness. Kissing his salty chest, my lips move down until they engulf the anaconda staring back at me.

I take Lucky as deep as my throat will allow me. Up and down, my tongue swirls as I anticipate feeling him grow in my mouth and yet still nothing. No matter what trick I pull out of my oral sex magic bag, his dick seems uninterested.

"Is everything okay?" Maybe I'm awful at sucking dick, and Jason just lied to me all those years.