Nixon is sitting to my left and Harlow is sitting to my right and everyone is sharing funny stories around the campfire when I notice that Avery, a friend of Harlow and Ryan’s is openly drooling over every word that comes out of Nixon’s mouth.
I get out of my seat to grab a beer from the cooler next to Nixon’s truck and when I return I find that Avery has taken over my seat and is leaning in closely to either flirt or kidnap Nixon, which he doesn’t seem to have a problem with. He’s all smirks and eyebrow wiggles toward her.
I’m starting to get pissed off, but then I remember our conversation from earlier about how we’re only fuck buddies, so I have to swallow back my anger and pretend to be unfazed by the whole thing.
I swallow my anger and look around for another empty chair since everyone has shifted around. Of course the only empty chair is now right next to Gunnar, who is waving me over excitedly.
When I plop into the chair next to him he turns to me and smiles.
“Hey babe, haven’t gotten a lot of chances to talk to you since we got here.”
“Yeah I know. It’s so good to see you Gun. It’s been a long time.”
“It has. Maybe a year or so since I’ve been in that tight little body,” he grins and does a top to toe scan of me from the light of the fire.
I try to hide my blush by looking away. Unfortunately I look right across the fire and my eyes connect with Nixon’s. He looks like he’s trying to hold in his anger as he completely ignores Avery’s rambling and focuses on me.
I tilt my head slightly to the side and try to hide the sadness that is threatening to take over at the fact that I’ve unknowingly become invested in Nixon.
Damn it, just what I was trying to avoid.
I thought that this thing between us would be so simple. I figured I could sleep with him for a while and remain friends when we were done like I’ve done with a few others, Gunnar included. But Nixon has somehow become a part of me, a part that I don’t think I can ever get rid of.
I need to figure out how to keep my distance emotionally from Nixon or just end this entire thing before my heart gets broken. I don’t even want to bring up the idea of a relationship with him, because I know that he doesn’t want that and I’m not exactly sure I want to go down that road again myself.
I don’t know if I can handle that pain again.
“You really like him, don’t you Em?” Gunnar whispers close to my ear, causing me to jolt from my staring contest with Nixon. I turn and look into his amazing blue eyes.
“Yeah I really do, but I don’t know what to do about it Gun.”
“Why? What is there to do? Just go over there and kiss the shit out of him to get that moto ho away. Claim what’s yours,” he smiles, making me give him a weak smile back.
“It’s not that simple. We agreed to be fuck buddies and nothing more. We said that we wouldn’t act jealous if other people were flirting and that we’d just stay friends,” I huff out.
Gunnar furrows his brow and looks like he’s biting the inside of his cheek while he mulls over all this information. Then his eyes come back to me with a devious shine in them.
“Well if he just wants to be a fuck buddy, then we’ll show him what he’s missing in having you as a girlfriend.”
“Oh I don’t know, Gun. I think that would be a bad idea.”
He slowly wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls my chair closer to his with his free hand.
Trying to make Nixon jealous could just blow up in my face and he could tell me that he just wants to end this thing so that he can start sleeping with other girls.
This situation is much worse than I originally thought it was. I feel like my heart is going to get broken no matter which way I turn.
“Trust me Em, if he sees his girl getting hit on by another guy, especially one that has already had her in the sack, he’ll realize what he’s missing out on. You’ll officially be his by the end of the night. And if that doesn’t work, we’ll still have fun remembering the good times we had. Maybe even put some of our old moves to use again.” He wriggles his brows at me and I bite my lower lip to hold in the bubble of laughter threatening to burst out.
Well, now I don’t know what to believe. I don’t know how watching someone you want flirt with another person equates to the beginning of a relationship, but I’m not a dude either. Maybe this will work.
“Okay, but no kissing Gun. I mean it,” I point a finger at him when his face falls at my request.
“Fine,” he mutters then leans in to touch his forehead to mine. I’m not sure how I want this situation to play out, but I’m nervous for any outcome at all.
Chapter 20
After over an hour of Gunnar mostly flirting with me and me not having the heart to flirt back, Nixon finally stands up and walks over to us.
“Ready for bed sugar?” he asks, holding his hand out for mine.
“Uh, yeah.”
I’d caught glimpses of Nixon’s face through the night. Once Gunnar started to play his flirting game, Nixon immediately moved away from Avery and into a chair closer to us.
Things seemed to be going well, until Gunnar started relaying the best parts of our sexual escapades in a loud whisper so Nixon could hear most of it. I felt bad that Nixon had to hear some of the things that I’d done with Gunnar, but on the other hand I was a bit turned on when the kinky things we had done together were brought to mind again.
My time with Gunnar was never boring, that’s for sure.
“Good night guys,” I say as I walk away from the fire toward the tent I’m going to be sharing with Nixon.
I step into a small pup tent with him following behind me, a bit nervous about our upcoming conversation, and also a bit turned on from sharing time.
I strip out of my shorts and hoodie and then reach for my bag so I can grab my flannel pajamas to help me stay warm tonight when I’m tackled from behind.
“Oof” is the only sound I can get out when Nixon and I hit the laid out sleeping bag in a heap.
“Were you trying to get me to kill Gunnar out there, sugar?”
“N-no,” I stutter out. “He was talking about things that happened in the past,” I remind Nixon.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean he can talk about what’s mine like that.”
“Yours?”
“Mine,” he acknowledges then takes a deep breath before he starts speaking again.
“I don’t think I can keep doing this fuck buddies thing babe. It’s too hard to look at you and not want to wrap my arms around your waist, or kiss the shit out of you whenever I want to. It fucking sucks to have to control myself when I really just want to touch you in front of all our friends.”
“Really?”
It might be the same thing I want, but I can’t seem to voice this out loud until I know we can make this work. I think I don’t want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed if he says this will never work out.
He shifts us so that he’s lying between my spread thighs. My hands move to the back of his neck and into his hair at the top of his head, slightly pulling him down to me. His lips are resting on top of mine, not kissing just touching. When he nods our lips brush and I can feel his gentle breaths fanning across my mouth.
“Really Emmie. What do you think? Do you want to make this official between us and be my girlfriend?”
The idea that Nixon wants to be my boyfriend excites me, but then an image of my ex, Pete, shoots to the front of my brain and I get instantly nervous.
Oh God. On one hand this is exactly what I wanted from Nixon, to be his and be able to tell everyone that we were together. But on the other hand, I haven’t been called someone’s girlfriend for a long time. I’ve endured a lot of heartache from the other times that I let guys call me that.
What if Nixon hurts me?
“I’m not sure,” I whisper and he pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, which is hard to do with the poorly shining lantern in the corner being the only source of light
in our small tent.
“Why sugar? What happened to make you so gun shy?”
I take a deep breath and figure that if we’re at this juncture of relationship status, he should probably know why I have been avoiding them like the plague. On my exhale I decide to spill the beans.
“So, when I was in tenth grade I met this boy named Eric. He rode dirt bikes and I met him at this giant field behind our local grocery store where someone had built all these dirt jumps for riders. We got along instantly and realized that we went to the same school, but he was a year older than I was. So, after a few months of meeting at the field and hanging out around school we decided to make it official and started dating.
“He was my first. He promised me that he would take care of me and love me forever, but when we were at my senior prom he suddenly disappeared. I searched for him everywhere and finally found him and my best friend Amy in the science lab having sex. Turned out they had been sleeping with each other almost as long as I’d been dating him.”
After taking a few moments to process the information I’d just given him, Nixon responds.
“That sucks babe. I’m sorry.”
“That’s not even the whole story,” I give a bitter chuckle and continue on.
“When I moved away for college, I decided that I’d try to be single and just enjoy not having to worry about putting my heart in other people’s hands. Well my senior year I met Pete. I tried to keep it as just a friendship, but he was so sweet. He doted on me and showed me off to all of his friends like I was some major prize. After a few months together, he asked me to marry him and I said yes.”
I still remember how happy I was when I said yes and the look of apprehension on his face when he heard me say it. I chalked that look up to remaining nerves from his proposal. I should have questioned that look in his eyes a bit more before I brushed it off.
“He made me feel so special, but I didn’t want to have the same thing happen again with my last boyfriend, so I avoided close relationships with other girls. I didn’t have any really tight girlfriends because I saw them all as back stabbing bitches.
“The only really close friend I had through college was Jeremy. We did everything together. He was charming and handsome and completely gay, so I thought I didn’t have to worry about him stealing my frat boy fiancé. I thought wrong.”
“What?” Nixon asks, pulling his head back but keeping his body nestled between my legs, keeping my almost naked body warm.
“Yeah, Pete’s frat house was having a kegger and I figured I’d invite Jeremy along with me because there were a few of the guys at the house that were gay and maybe he could meet someone. About two hours into the party I lost both Jeremy and Pete. After searching everywhere I went to Pete’s room to see if I could find one of them.”
I close my eyes as I see that image in my mind again, wishing it hadn’t happened. I let out a humorless laugh before continuing my story.
“Let’s just say I saw both of them in a compromising position. They both apologized and blamed it on the fact that they were both drunk, but I knew better. The whole situation ruined me, and not just emotionally. I was known around the frat house and to certain groups on campus as the girl who turned straight guys gay. Luckily that was about two months before graduation and after that I never looked back.”
I shake my head slightly, glad but also terrified now that I’ve told Nixon my history. I’d never told any of my friends back home about Pete and Jeremy ending up together. I just told them that we were heading down different paths and decided to break up before graduation.
I never even breathed a word when Pete and Jeremy sent me an invitation to their wedding, just broke down and cried for an hour at the memory of my lost love and best friend.
“Do you really think that you turned your fiancé gay, Em?”
“No I don’t think I did, but after having an entire frat house tell boys around school to avoid you because you’ll turn them gay, it’s hard to want to start something up with anyone else.”
“Babe, it sounds like you were just in a relationship with two very selfish assholes. They took advantage of you and didn’t realize your worth. Not all men are like that Emmie, especially not me. I know what I have laying in front of me and it’s something I’ve never had before. I’ve never wanted to spend time with a woman outside of the sheets. I spend all day wondering what you’re doing and missing you when you aren’t around.”
We both go silent for a few seconds before he whispers “please give us a chance.”
I can feel the tears barely hanging on to the edges of my eyes. I am trying so hard not to cry because I’m not sure if I should trust anyone, even Nixon, with another piece of my heart.
I don’t know how much of it I had left to give.
Then my mind goes back to the conversation I’d had with his mom about being willing to give my heart away again, and I know she is right. I need to take a chance again and hope like hell that Nixon doesn’t break my heart.
I’d been silent too long I guess because he speaks up again.
“Please, sugar, please trust me to be faithful to you. I want you to be my girlfriend more than anything in this world. I won’t let you down.”
I take in a shuttered breath. “Okay Nixon.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a hopeful tone.
“Yeah.”
There is nothing more said. Nixon’s mouth comes down on mine and he kisses the life out of me. His talented tongue competes in a sensual dance with my own before releasing my mouth and moving down my neck.
Moving his body back on top of mine, he shifts himself and begins rocking into me, sending a delicious tingle through my body every time his jean clad crotch rubs mine.
I can faintly hear soft moaning coming from my throat as Nixon nips and sucks on my bottom lip.
“You like that baby?” he whispers against my mouth. I can only moan a response.
Nixon’s mouth travels from my mouth to my neck, where he keeps sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh, which is making me insane. A few minutes later, my entire body is lit up and I don’t know how much more torture I can endure before I explode.
“Nixon, you need to get inside of me right now,” I pant, unable to draw out foreplay any longer. I’m drenched for him and my body is humming with tense energy.
He moves his head down my sternum and toward my breasts and then runs one hand around my ribs, lightly pushing his fingers into my back. I arch and he unhooks my bra, quickly pulling the straps off my shoulders and flinging it somewhere across the tent.
I grab the sides of his thermal shirt and pull up with his help, tearing it off and exposing his torso to me before reaching down and grasping on the button of his jeans. Nixon gets up on his knees and helps me remove them and his boxer briefs.
His hands sling out and latch onto my panties on each hip, but when I lift my hips so he can pull them down, he decides he doesn’t have the patience to remove them properly. My eyes widen at the sound of the fabric ripping while his have a mischievous gleam in them I can see even in the dark.
“Nixon, those were a good pair of underwear. You could have just taken them off me,” I whisper yell.
“Yeah I could have, but what’s the fun in that?” he teases as he grabs hold of my hips once more.
I huff out a laugh but then go totally silent when he suddenly rams himself into me, filling me completely.
“Oh God, baby you feel fucking fantastic.”
He moves his hands from my hips down toward my knees and then hooks his hands in the bend, pulling them higher up his torso and creating an angle that lets him drive deeper into me.
“Holy shit,” I squeal as I move one of my hands to my hair and the other to dig my nails into his forearm.
“Yeah?” he grits out then begins pounding into me harder.
I can barely hear the loud shrieks that are escaping my mouth every time Nixon thrusts into me, so I have no idea just how loud I’m being, but I feel
the vibrations in my throat getting rougher as I come closer to my release.
Nixon can feel me tightening too, because he asks, “you almost there, baby?”
I nod quickly as I puff through my open mouth, then I shift my hand from my hair to the apex of my thighs and begin rubbing my clit.
“That’s it Em. Jesus you are so fucking hot.”
I’m panting and moaning at a ridiculous volume, but I’m too far gone to even care about everyone else around us.
“Come on, come for me baby. I want to feel you squeeze the fuck out my cock,” he groans.
I rub myself more vigorously and then I explode. I arch my neck and close my eyes tightly as the world erupts around me. About thirty seconds later Nixon comes, letting go of my legs and collapsing on top of me.
With his face buried in my neck and our panting slowing, I can finally focus on what’s going on around us, and that’s when I hear it.
Our friends are clapping and cheering loudly when Gunnar decides to put in his two cents.
“Oh yeah, Scremmie Back is in the house!” Everyone, including Nixon, laughs at this while the heat creeps into my cheeks.
Instead of getting upset about it, I decide to have a laugh as well. “You know it, baby!” I joke back, making Gunnar chuckle.
Nixon lifts his head and kisses me soundly before rolling off of me and reaching out to pull the enormous sleeping bag over us.
“I’ll be good to you, Emmie. I promise,” he whispers and then wraps his arms around my waist to spoon.
I sure hope so, is the last thing that floats through my brain before I fall to sleep.
Chapter 21
The next morning I wake up to the sun blaring through our gray tent and Nixon’s muscular arm wrapped around my waist. It’s then that I realize that we’re still both naked and, even though it’s summer time in the desert, at night it gets really fucking cold. Nixon’s body heat and the sleeping bag, which had drifted down sometime in the night, are the only things keeping me from turning into an Emmie-cicle.
I decide to get up and throw on some warm clothes so I can get my body heat back up, but when I lightly grab Nixon’s hand and try to lift it off my stomach, his hand tightens on me.
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