by Daws, Amy
He nods slowly and pulls a rag out of his back pocket to wipe his hands off. “Well, there are not a ton of tent camping spots at Rainbow Lake, and they don’t take reservations. So we’d have to go out early on Friday if we want a chance of snagging a spot.”
“Don’t you have to work?” I ask, glancing around the enormous shop full of guys and cars.
Miles shrugs with a sheepish look on his face. “I have some vacation I could use.”
I can’t hide the pleased smile on my face. And honestly, I don’t want to. “You’d use your vacation for me?”
He chuckles and shakes his head, shyness creeping over his features like a goddamn dreamboat. “Well, I’m very committed to your education, Mercedes.”
I giggle at that reply and touch his arm in appreciation. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I waggle my eyebrows suggestively, and he volleys back, “Oh, believe me, I know you will.” He pulls back and shakes his head, clearly needing some space to get his mind out of the gutter. “Okay then, I’ll pick you up Friday morning at eight.”
“Eight sounds great!” I squeal and turn on my heel to leave. I head down the alley toward the employee entrance and can’t help but notice the way his eyes drink in my bare legs. “I’d better get going…I’m suddenly feeling very inspired.”
I turn to run and nearly smack into Miles’s friend Sam, who’s just come around the corner at the same moment.
“Sorry,” I mumble with a shy, embarrassed smile and hustle my ass down my usual path toward the place that started me on this crazy fucking ride.
Driving down the highway with Mercedes in my truck and her smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen isn’t a bad way to spend a day of my hard-earned vacation. I didn’t know girls could be this excited about camping. Although, in all fairness, my experience with women is pretty limited. Jocelyn wasn’t into the great outdoors at all, and my sister, Megan, absolutely dreaded our family camping trips growing up. So I guess this will be a new experience for both of us.
After a little over an hour’s drive, we pull into Rainbow Lakes, and I’m excited to see we’re the first ones to arrive. There are about twenty “first come, first serve” campsites for tents and campers. Sam and I try to grab one particular site every time we come because it has the best view of the small lake with huge mountains in the distance. Plus, the spot offers a bit of seclusion from the other campers, and that’s always a good thing.
It’s not that I hate people, but I just like my space. It’s why I ended up buying a house outside of Boulder. Everything in town seemed too crowded. I didn’t choose Colorado for a city life.
We drive down a worn dirt path through some big trees and up onto the small hilltop of our site. Mercedes gasps when the view comes into her sight line. “Oh, Miles, this is perfect!” she exclaims, clamoring out of the car as soon as I put it in park.
She heads to the front of the truck to take in the view, and I have to fight the urge to yank her back inside and fuck the shit out of her right here and now. She looks so fucking cute in her short khaki shorts, white Chucks, and red and white flannel shirt. Her red hair is tied into two braids down over her breasts, and she’s wearing a Yankees baseball cap pulled down low. I gave her some serious shit about that as soon as I saw her this morning. Seriously, how do you grow up in Colorado and not be a Rockies fan?
I get out to go stand beside her, sliding my hands in my pockets and take in a deep, cleansing breath. The air is fresh, the morning sun is warm, and I honestly can’t think of a place I’d rather be right now. “This place is pretty perfect,” I reply, seeing everything with new eyes. I point to an area off to the right. “There’s a path here that leads right down to the water.”
“Oh, that’s convenient,” she says, eyes bright, smile permanent.
“Yeah, you can swim in this lake too. The water is crystal clear.”
She looks at me with accusing eyes. “You didn’t tell me to bring my suit!”
My brows waggle. “I know.”
She rolls her eyes and hits me in the arm. With a laugh, I grab her hand and pull her back toward the truck. “Come on, we have work to do.”
We go about setting up our campsite. First, I lay out the tarp on the ground where we’ll be staking down the tent. Then I have her help me push the tent poles through the slots and stake it down with a hammer. My tent is a nice-sized, two-room tent, which works well for Sam and me. But for Mercedes and me, one side will be for our bags, and the other side will be for us.
“This is brand new,” Mercedes says from outside the tent.
Hunched over inside, I pop my head out through the door and see her holding the mattress pad I bought yesterday. I take it from her hands. “Yeah, I’ve never used it before.”
“Why not?” she asks, bending over and coming in behind me.
I squat down to open the box. “I just do a sleeping bag usually.”
“So you bought this for me?” she asks, brows furrowed.
I shrug. “It’s not only for you. If I’m fucking your brains out tonight like I plan to be, this will save my knees big time.”
She laughs and shoves me on the shoulders, nearly knocking me backward onto my ass. “You are such a horny bastard sometimes, you know that?”
“Says the smut writer,” I repeat my burn from our earlier texts. Her jaw drops as I add, “Seriously, how do you have any street cred in the romance community if you’re this much of a prude?”
“You fucker!” she squeals and jumps on top of me, easily knocking me backward this time as she falls down on top of me.
I laugh and groan as my back hits a lump on the ground. “Ow!” I cry, my hand flying out to shove myself away from the apparent boulder below us. “See? This wouldn’t have hurt if you could have kept your hands off me long enough to get the new mattress pad laid out.”
“You are such a dick!” She giggles and digs her fingers into my sides to try to tickle me.
It’s completely ineffectual.
I laugh at her tongue darting out as she focuses so damn hard to get me to squirm. But honestly, all it’s doing is causing her to squirm. And with all this squirming, and her draped over the top of me, it’s no wonder my body finally reacts.
Her hip catches on my erection, and she inhales sharply. She releases her lower lip from her mouth. “Seriously?” she asks, pinning me with curious eyes.
I reach up and pull her hat off, flinging it off to the side and cupping her stunning face in my hands. “Seriously.” I pull her face to mine, connecting our lips and rolling us over, so I’m on top. I break our kiss and husk, “I’m only doing this without the mattress pad once, so I hope you can control yourself a little better once I give you an orgasm.”
She giggles and gasps when my hand steals down the front of her shorts and swipes over her pussy lips. I push two fingers inside her, and she moans out my name right in my ear, the moisture of her hot breath sending a riot of need straight to my cock.
“Always so fucking wet,” I growl and suck hard on her neck, knowing I’ll be leaving a hickey.
I pull back and watch the angry red patch deepen in color. The image of my mark on her has my fingers working even faster inside her. She’s rocking her sweet little hips up into my hands so shamelessly, I know she’s dying for more. And fucking hell, so am I.
“Take your shorts off,” I husk, pulling my hand out of her panties and grabbing my wallet out of my pocket.
She sits up and takes the foil packet from my hand. “I want to put this on.”
My brows lift. “All right.”
She bites her lip and unzips my jeans, her brows knitting together as she focuses. When my dick bobs out in front of her at eye level, I hear her inhale slowly. She’s so fucking hot, staring at my cock like it’s some sort of painting in a museum she wants to ponder for a while.
It’s so sexy I have to look away.
When she takes me in her hand, I assume it’s to finally roll the condom on, but when my tip is hi
t with wet, hot heat, I look down to see her perfect pink lips wrapped all the way around my head.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan loudly, my voice strangled in my throat as she sucks me into the back of her throat. She drags her tongue along the underside, stroking a vein that’s sensitive to basically fucking everything. “Oh fuck, babe,” I state again slowly, grateful I’m capable of forming coherent words right now.
She’s got her tiny hand fisted around my base and is pumping me in perfect rhythm with the bobbing of her head. God, she’s sexy. I reach down and grab her two braids, fisting them in my grip and guiding her motions on my cock. When I thrust gently into her throat one time, she moans loudly around my dick.
I think I might cry.
I do it again, and she moans some more, almost like me fucking her mouth like this is just as pleasurable for her as when I fuck her sweet cunt.
“Mercedes,” I warn, but she ignores me.
“Mercedes,” I say again, and she ignores me further, instead of moving her hands down to play with my balls.
“Babe!” I roar and yank my dick out of her mouth and away from her grip.
She’s panting for air, taking in big gulps of oxygen, her mouth still hanging open. Lips still wet and raw from all the sucking and licking. “What?” she croaks, seemingly annoyed.
“You give a great fucking blowjob, but unless you want me to blow it in your mouth, you have to stop, or I won’t be able to fuck you.”
“Blow it in my mouth,” she states, reaching for me again.
I bend over and press my forehead to her shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I feel her head shaking. “No, I’m serious.”
Jesus fucking Christ, what am I going to do with this girl? I look up at her seriously. “Later,” I snap, hunching over to grab the condom she abandoned on the ground and ripping open the foil packet.
I hold out the slick rubber to her. “Put this on me so I can fuck you from behind on your knees.”
Her eyes fly wide with excitement. She’s clearly okay with this change in direction now, and she focuses all her attention on my throbbing, wet dick as she rolls the Magnum over me.
I help her yank her shorts and panties down, and she quickly shucks off her button-down and turns on her knees in only a bra, her ass up in the air, poised and ready.
God, yes, she’s so fucking beautiful. Perfect round ass. Small, bowed waist. I spread her knees farther apart and hike her hips up a little. Pressing my palm on her lower back, I glide my hand slowly up her spine so her chest drops to the ground. I position my fingers along her slit and find her pussy ready and waiting. Pressing my dick into her heat, I find where I need to be and thrust in, deep and fucking hard.
We both moan loudly in response to how deep I can get at this angle. When it’s obvious she’s not going to be quiet, I quickly high-five myself for scoring the secluded campsite far away from nosy fucking neighbors.
“This isn’t going to be soft, babe. Are you good with that?”
“Yes, Miles, fuck me!” she cries, her voice strangled, her need evident.
And that’s exactly what I do. I grab her sexy little braids, and I drill into her sweet pussy until we both fall over the mountain…together.
Miles Hudson was meant for the wilderness. He doesn’t have that mountain man look that so many Colorado guys have, but he has the look of a man who likes fresh air and wide open spaces. Probably because he’s so big. But seeing him out here in his jeans, work boots, and a long sleeve, white Henley pushed up on his forearms in the setting of big pine trees, mountains, and lakes in the backdrop, it’s like he’s found his place in heaven.
And maybe the orgasms we both had earlier didn’t hurt.
We finished setting up camp and made our way down to the lakeside with some fishing tackle. I’m actually excited that I don’t have to fake the part of not knowing how to fish. My dad is a CPA and was more of a “resort vacationer” than a “let’s go to a place that doesn’t have electricity, running water, or showers.”
So this really is a new experience for me.
We find a place on top of some big boulders along the shore to cast our poles out. Miles puts the worm on my hook, his manly hands grimy with worm guts and mud that he just rubs on his jeans like it’s nothing. Then he wraps those same worm gut fingers around me as he shows me how to cast.
It’s not gross at all.
It’s manly.
It’s sexy.
It’s Miles.
After a while of watching my bobber float, Miles grabs the small cooler from behind his spot and opens it up to grab a beer. He twists the bottle top off and hands it to me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking it from him and putting it to my lips for a drink.
“I figured you were thirsty.” Miles winks and smiles. “All that deep throating.”
I laugh loudly at that. “God! Get over yourself.”
“Never,” he retorts and looks over at me with a wink.
“Am I a better camping buddy than Sam?” I ask with a coy smile.
“Uh, yes. That fucker snores,” he replies seriously. “And uses teeth.”
I laugh again, so hard that tears spring to my eyes. Miles sits back with a smile and watches me regain control of myself.
“Mountain air makes you funny,” I reply.
“I’m just in a good mood,” he replies and reels his pole in to cast it out again a little farther this time. “It’s amazing how much nicer life is with no drama.”
I nod and ponder that thought for a moment. “Do you ever talk to your ex anymore?”
He shakes his head. “Not a word. And that’s good.”
“So you never told me what exactly broke you two up.”
He shrugs like what he’s about to say is no big deal. “She got pregnant with another dude’s kid.” My stunned eyes shoot to Miles, his profile strong and solemn as he looks out at the water showing no signs of emotion.
“That’s awful,” I reply and chew my lip for a minute before asking, “So you two were still together at the time?” Translation: How did you know the baby wasn’t yours?
He shakes his head. “We were on one of our breaks. And the irony of the whole thing is that in the ten years we were together, we never went without condoms. Not once. Then she starts fucking some rich old guy, and suddenly, they have a whoops. You do the math there.”
My brow furrows. “You think she got pregnant on purpose?”
“No,” he replies glumly, picking at a rock. “Yes. I don’t know. Probably. I hate to think of her like that because then I have to wonder what kind of fuckwit I was for staying with someone who turned out to be such a blatant gold digger.”
He sighs heavily and continues, “But it makes sense because Jocelyn always had issues with what I did for a living. She thought being a mechanic was too blue collar of a profession. She wanted me to do something where I made more money.”
“You look like you do just fine to me,” I state firmly, annoyed at this bitch for projecting such superficial bullshit on the man she was supposed to be in love with.
“See? Thank you,” Miles states, tossing a rock into the water. “That’s how I’ve always felt. I want simple things. Family, friends, a home with a view. A place to go to let off steam every once in a while. Everything I really want, I have. Even my house in Jamestown…it needs work, and I knew when I bought it that it was a TLC project. But that works for me. I like making things my own, and the bones of the place are fucking awesome. It’s a great house, and it’s going to be a really great flip if I ever decide to sell. But it still would have never been enough for her.”
“I think people like that will never be satisfied with anything in their life, regardless of the money,” I state, pulling my baseball cap down so it blocks the sun enough for me to see Miles. “Motherhood, friendships, relationships, jobs. If she’s always green-eyed and gawking at what other people have, she’s missing what’s right in front of her.”
“Exact
ly!” Miles states, looking over at me with sideways glance. “Now I’m just pissed off that I never saw that and wasted the best years of my life with her.”
“Who says they were the best?” I state, feeling a little smarted over that comment. “Look around, Miles. This is a pretty fucking beautiful day.” I pin him with a serious look, and I hope this gets through to him because I mean it one hundred percent. “You want for nothing, and that is an incredible quality in a person.”
His frown turns into a smile. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” I beam with a wink. “And look at you…you’re smoking hot, you have a great job, a house, friends, and a really sexy fuck buddy.”
He laughs loudly at that. “Is that what you’re calling yourself now?”
I shrug and give him a squinty smile. “I guess. It just kind of rolled off the tongue there.”
“I like it,” he replies.
“Me too,” I state, carrying my pole to sit next to him on the rock. I nudge him with my shoulder. “So don’t sweat the past. Focus on the now. Because seriously, right now, I need help. My bobber disappeared several minutes ago, and I don’t know what the fuck that means.”
“Shit! You got a bite!” he exclaims and stands up, dropping his pole and wrapping his arms around me. “You gotta set the hook.” His hands squeeze around mine on the pole, and he pauses to wait for the bobber to disappear again. After a few seconds, it drops under the water, and he yells right in my ear, “Now jerk it back!”
His arms tense around me as I yank the pole back, and the line goes taut. “You got it! Now reel it in,” he says excitedly and pulls away to watch me with a giant smile.
But honest to God, I’m fucking terrified.
What is going to be on the other end of this hook? It feels massive and heavy, and it’s bending my pole way too much. That can’t be good. How strong are these poles? What kinds of fish live in this lake? Not sharks, of course, I’m not that stupid. But what if I’m going to reel in some disgusting swamp creature that’s like a beaver and a bass that fucked during a full moon and created some kind of terrifying swamp thing that eats people like piranha. Oh my God, are there piranha in Colorado? I should have googled!
