“Oh my God, Ben, you’re incredible, don’t stop, keep going, yeah, like that, ohmigod that is so good, baby I’m going to come, right now. Ben!”
The new Ben may as well be immortal after that.
Her clenching and feminine spurts with the sexy quivering of her hips set off his orgasm and he was sure he pumped a gallon of potential little Bens into that condom. Holding her to him where she’d collapsed against his chest, he kissed her forehead and then leaned back and searched around under the sleeping mats. His fingers found what he was looking for. The memory of this night would never be in question for either of them.
“Hey baby, lay down on your side for me.”
“More spooning?” she asked, gazing up at him like her world had just been rocked Benjamin Wright style, whatever that was. All that mattered was that she liked it. He grinned for a second and then focused again.
“Mm-hmm, just a little more.”
Hazel untangled her legs from around his waist and ran her finger down the inside of his thigh. “Okay, I’d be happy to,” she said, her voice soft and maybe a little raspy from the hi-decibel appreciation she’d shown him earlier. “What are you hiding back there in your hands?”
Chapter Sixteen
A tiny green inchworm who had hitched a ride inside Ben’s tent with her fell from one of Hazel’s curls as she sat smoothing her hands over the doubled sleeping mats. Air so fresh it almost tasted like crisp water came in and out of the mesh window cut outs. Hazel had felt so cozy and protected in here last night with Ben. It was only now that she remembered a thin layer of nylon separated them from all of Tennessee’s critters, and the band members of Sin Pointe.
Just a few more indulgent memories of Ben when he’d shown her what he had in his hands. The first another condom that she watched him slide over himself. He’d scooted up behind her. She still felt that kiss on her shoulder and then the gentle pushing of that shoulder forward and away from him so that he could enter her from behind while they lay there spooning, connected with his beautiful, long hard cock inside her. Hazel blew out, sucked a mouthful of air in and then let it out.
Remembering why she had to be brave, she touched the second thing he’d brought out. A choker styled necklace Jaxon’s fiancé, Lily, had made by hand of thread and green beads. Ben tied it around her neck so that the heart charm in the center fell perfectly in the dip between her collar bones. The beads were her favorite color and matched Ben’s eyes. Just another moment here inside his tent. That would be it and then she’d get her tush outside. With all of them.
Maybe she’d been so wrapped up in Ben’s gifts, both the necklace and his attentive lovemaking that she hadn’t heard it before. But now the male voices doing the teasing were loud and clear.
“Oh Benny, can you please pass the biscuits?”
“Oh Benny, can I get the bacon?”
“Oh Benny, yeah, can I get the bacon too?”
“Whatevs,” she heard her man say. “And no you can’t have the bacon.”
He might be taking it all in stride. But she wasn’t having any of it.
Hazel grabbed Ben’s discarded raspberry t-shirt, slid it over her head and gave her boobs a couple good hefts to make sure she looked alert and perky. Good, the girls were awake. She then pulled on her panties, glad she’d decided on the pink lacy ones and pulled the elastic of the waist band ensuring they rode high up on her hip, looking like a French bikini. Her hair was wild enough so all she did was give it one more shake to ensure no more green hitchhikers ruined the sexy show she was about to put on for her Ben.
She was ready.
She unzipped the zipper, climbed out barefooted, tousled and in nothing but his shirt and her panties and strutted the few feet to where Ben sat amongst three rock gods at the campsite’s picnic table and their women. No questions about it, her quirky webmaster was the sexist damn one of the bunch. Hazel nearly forgot about everyone else when she saw the way Ben watched her slinking toward him.
Ben cleared his throat and rose to greet her. He scooted his plate over to make room for her at the table. “Hazel, this is, uh, everyone. Everyone this is Hazel,” he said biting his lower lip and grinning.
She heard someone with an Australian accent call to her from the campsite grill. “Hey darl’, got a fresh batch of biscuits and bacon coming up for you.”
Jaxon James. A man she was going to have to stop cursing and get to know by the look of respect on Ben’s face. Fine. But not yet. She had other business to attend to right now.
“Oh, no thanks,” she said, her eyes trained on Ben who had just taken a bite of biscuit and a large drink of orange juice. And was still grinning while he chewed.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Jaxon asked her.
Make it the best comeback you’ve ever made, Hazel, she thought.
“I’m not hungry for any of that.” And then she grabbed Ben’s collar and spoke directly to him while the morning sunlight sprinkled itself over his hair, making the golden brown shine. “I want you, Ben.” She made sure to emphasize the name he preferred.
It could have been that she was again tuning everything else out, but there wasn’t a sound to be heard as she tugged her Ben back to their tent. She felt her bum swishing back and forth while the cool air reminded her she was half-dressed. Good.
She dipped down and opened the tent flap but Ben kneeled down instead of crawling right in. His bottom lip was half bitten and half grinning.
“For the record,” he said. “That was freaking awesome.”
Hazel giggled and then climbed inside and sat down on the mats. She waited until he was inside. “For the record,” she said back to him. “My answer is yes.”
She prayed he understood what she was hinting at while she made plans to introduce him to her parents who would be visiting at Thanksgiving time.
It’d be nice to be his.
****
Ben had forgotten something.
He’d been on such a high from her incredible little stunt just now that he’d gone and completely lost all recollection of a question he’d asked her.
“Um, I’m sorry Hazel. I don’t remember—”
“Shh,” she said. “You didn’t forget anything. I just wanted you to know that my answer to you is yes. I’m done saying maybe, no, perhaps. To you, it’s yes.”
He planned to remind her of this little moment frequently in their future together. And why not start right now?
“Hazel, when we get back to the real world, I’m gonna be looking for a place of my own. As much as I love Jaxon and Lily, I think it’s time.” He paused to gage her reaction so far. She was definitely listening. “What do you think about us getting a place together?”
Her pretty finger rubbed at the heart on the necklace he’d given her last night. If she hadn’t started nodding yes, the tears might not have spilled out onto her cheeks. She sniffed in and swallowed and all he could do was wipe at the tears for her. Finally she said, “I know this is crazy, but I love you.”
He’d take that as a yes and placed his hand over her sweet, flat belly.
He wouldn’t push his luck and tell Hazel he wanted to make babies with her someday. Although Ben was pretty sure he knew what her answer would be. She’d already promised him everything.
“I love you too.”
She’d always be his haven.
The End
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