by Holly Renee
The fire was still crackling, the cicadas sound like they were in full-blown mating season, and I could hear the trickle of the river from behind us.
“How many tattoos do you have?” I asked after a few moments.
“Man, I don’t even know.” He laughed, and my head bounced gently on his chest. “They are all starting to run together these days.”
“I can tell.” I ran my hand down his chest.
“Do you think you’ll ever want to get one?” He ran his fingers gently through my hair.
“Yeah. I just don’t know what I would get. I can barely decide on what items to buy at the dollar section of Target. I don’t know how I’d pick a tattoo.”
“You could just let me pick.”
I pushed up on my hand and looked at him. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But it’s not like I’m some toddler with a crayon. You can look at some of my work, tell me what you like and don’t like, and go from there.”
His idea sounded crazy, but there was some little spark inside of me that also thought it sounded amazing.
“We’ll see.” I shrugged my shoulders and his eyes widened.
“Seriously?”
I ran my hand back over his chest. “I guess it depends on how nice you are between now and then.”
I wasn’t expecting it when he quickly moved out from under me and pushed me on my back against the sleeping bags. He pressed against me, his body settling between my thighs, and I stared up at him through the darkness of the tent.
“I’ll show you just how nice I can be.” His voice started a wake of goosebumps on my skin, his hands made sure they weren’t going anywhere any time soon.
He gripped my thighs in his hands before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the strip of my stomach that had become visible when he flipped me over.
“Brandon.” I reached out for him, but he was taking his time. He slowly worked his way up my body, his lips touching any exposed skin his could find. My hip, my hand, the sensitive area right inside my elbow. By the time his lips finally reached mine, I couldn’t hold myself back.
I kissed him, hard and needy, and I lifted my body to press against his. He rested his elbow beside my head and settled in as he devoured my mouth, but I wasn’t having it. I need more. I wanted him.
I pulled my shirt up my torso, and Brandon’s eyes dropped to my chest as I interrupted our kissing to pull it over my head. They didn’t stray as I quickly unhooked my bra and threw it somewhere across the tent.
Normally, I wouldn’t have done it. I would have waited until he slowly pulled my shirt over my head, and I would have wanted to cover my breasts under his gaze, but not with Brandon.
I felt comfortable with him. For some odd reason, I felt confident. If anything, I should have felt the most nervous around him. He was by far the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on. But there was something about him that made me feel the same. He made me feel like I was beautiful.
He only took in my breasts for a moment before his mouth moved to taste them. He went from one to the other, his tongue tasting, his teeth grazing, and I had never in my life been so turned on from my breast alone.
“Please, Brandon,” I whispered as I held his head in place against me.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was gruff against my skin.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to articulate all the things I was dying for him to do to me. So, I simply said, “Everything.”
His hands moved down my legs and he quickly jerked my yoga pants and panties down my thighs. I took a deep breath and pressed my own hand against the outside of his sweatpants. I could feel every inch of him through the thin material, and as I gripped him in my hand, his hands pulling down my pants faltered and he hissed through his teeth.
I pulled my hand away, back up to his abs, and I traced the edges of the muscles that laid there. His abs rippled under my touch. I leaned up on an elbow eager to taste him, and I flicked the small ring through his nipple at the same time that I slid my hand beneath the elastic of his pants.
He was both hard and smooth at the same time. His nipple in my mouth and his cock in my hand. I moved my hand back and forth, gently at first, as I tested his jewelry with my teeth.
He moaned, the sound driving me wild, and I pushed his sweatpants down his hips to get better access. I wanted to taste him, to lick every inch of his skin, and it shocked me. I had never been the girl who was into giving blow jobs. I did it, but out of obligation. Never in my life had my mouth watered just at the thought.
I moved my other hand down to push Brandon’s pants farther out of the way, but he had different plans. He quickly sat up, removing my pants the rest of the way off my legs, then he rolled me over until I laid on my stomach.
There was something about him behind me. I couldn’t see him, but God, I could feel him. I could feel his breath as he moved over my body. I could feel the almost phantom touch of his skin. I could feel it all as my own anticipation flooded the tent.
Slowly, so dang slowly, he moved his way down my body, his mouth kissing along each inch of my spine as he went. His hands didn’t touch me although I was waiting for them. I didn’t know his next move. I couldn’t see his plan of attack in his eyes. But just as his mouth reached the very base of my spine, his hands quickly gripped my hips and he lifted me to my knees.
I was fully exposed in front of him, not an inch of me hidden, but he didn’t give me a single moment to freak out. Instead, I felt his warm breath between my thighs and my legs began to quiver.
“Did you know?” He ran his nose along the bottom of my ass. “That you have a freckle right here?” He pressed his lips right where my ass and my pussy met, but he didn’t give me any time to answer his question. Instead, he dove into me like a man starved. His tongue lapped at my skin with an expertise that I didn’t know was possible, and I buried my head into the pillow to keep myself from waking up everything in the whole dang woods.
He didn’t ease me into the pleasure slowly. He stole it from me. One minute I was anticipating his touch, the next I was falling over the edge so quickly that it was unimaginable. I couldn’t even get myself off that quickly, and I thought I knew what I liked.
I rode out my orgasm against his face as he ate me from behind, but Brandon was far from done with me. He moved around in front of me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips that tasted of me before he laid on his back and moved me over his face.
I opened my mouth to object, but his tongue began moving slowly against my oversensitive clit and the feeling of a second orgasm building inside me made every objection disappear. Instead, I reached forward and gripped his cock in my hand as I began to grind my hips against his face. I leaned forward swirling my tongue along the head of his penis, and he surged forward into my touch.
It fueled me and my orgasm.
I took him into my mouth. Slowly, inch by inch until my lips hit the base. His cock was much bigger than anyone I had ever been with before, and I had to quickly pull back as I felt myself begin to gag on his size.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I moaned around him. His cock jerked, and I dug my fingers into his hips as I began to fuck him with my mouth.
He set the pace and I followed. I found myself quickly falling apart under his tongue, and when I could barely think, let alone function, Brandon surged his hips forward and fucked my mouth as I came against his face. It was only moments later, as I moaned around him, that he hit the back of my throat followed by his release.
My body felt like a dead weight on top of him, but I couldn’t manage to make an effort beyond laying my head on his thigh. His chest rose and fell beneath me as we both tried to come down off our high.
“Charlie,” he said my name so quietly, so sated.
“Yeah?” My cheek was smooshed against his thigh, but I didn’t lift my head.
“Have I told you lately how much I love your freckles?” His hand moved over my
butt cheek, and he gripped it gently in his hand as I laughed.
I laughed while he lifted me off of him, and I giggled as he moved to my side and pulled me into him. Then in the middle of the woods, I fell asleep deliriously happy and without a single thought of getting eaten by a bear.
CHAPTER 22
INDECENT EXPOSURE
Brandon
When I woke up, her body was draped over mine, our legs intertwined, and her curls were everywhere. Last night had been amazing, every single part of it, but waking up to her like this, that was by far the best part.
I had pressed my lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, but she didn’t stir until I finally met hers. Then she gripped her hands in my hair and kissed me like she had spent the entire night wanting to do it again.
I looked back at her, hiking next to Livy and Staci, and I couldn’t help but feel happy.
She was so different than both of them, so different than me, but she seemed to fit into my group of friends perfectly.
“What’s that smile about?” Mason tossed a stick at me. “Did someone get lucky last night?”
“I wouldn’t tell you if I did.” The sound of Charlie’s laugh brought a smile to my face. “I’m a gentleman.”
“Since when?” Parker scoffed.
“Since it mattered.” I stared both of my friends down and dared them to say something about it. So, of course, they did.
“Brandon is already whipped.” Mason made a whipping noise and hand gesture.
“Says the most whipped man I have ever met.” I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not scared to admit it.” He kicked a rock off the trail so the girls didn’t trip over it. “I just never thought I’d see the day when it happened to you.”
Parker stopped in front of us, and I looked over his shoulder to see that we had finally made it to the waterfall that he promised would be up here. It was just as spectacular as he said it would be which made the three-mile uphill hike worth it.
Charlie walked up to my side, and I tucked her in under my arm as she wrapped her arms around my stomach.
“Who knew hiking was so hard?” She sagged into me, and I laughed. “I probably should have been training for this or something.”
“You look pretty fit to me.” I leaned back and checked out her perfect ass that was on display thanks to her tight yoga pants.
“Tell that to the dozen cupcakes I inhaled before we left yesterday.”
She was crazy. She was perfect. Her body was perfection.
“Maybe I should get a better look then.” I started to pull her backpack off her back and she took a step back away from me.
“Here?” she whispered as she looked back and forth between our friends who had walked down to test the temperature of the water.
“Yeah.” I smirked at her. “You are going to go swimming, right?”
“No. I don’t know these waters.” She pointed her finger in the direction of the river that flowed down from the waterfall. “Plus, I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“Neither did I.” I wagged my eyebrows at her as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Her eyes tracked my hands, and she bit her lip as she watched me unbutton my jeans. She was contemplating it. I could see it. The indecision warring behind her eyes.
“You did put panties back on this morning, right?”
She took a step toward me and smacked my arm. “Yes. I put panties on,” she whispered.
“They are basically a bathing suit.” I shrugged my shoulders and kicked my jeans to the side. I stood in front of her in nothing but my boxers.
“No. They are not.” She shook her head.
“Come on.” I tugged on her t-shirt. “What’s the difference between them and a bikini?”
“A lot.” She looked toward the water where the others were already jumping in the water. “I’ll sit on that rock right there and wait.” She pointed to a large boulder on the edge of the water before walking over to it and planting her ass.
I walked into the water right in front of her. The water was colder than an ice bath, but there was no way that I was letting that show in front of her. If she knew how cold it was, there was no way in hell that I would convince her to get in.
I dove into the water, the temperature taking my breath away, and I slung my hair out of my face as I hit the surface. She had her knees tucked against her chest, but she was watching me.
I lifted a hand out of the water and motioned for her to join me.
She shook her head.
“Don’t make me come get you.” I splashed a small bit of water in her direction, not nearly close enough to touch her, and she straightened.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” I cocked my head to the side and took a step closer to her.
“Brandon, I swear to—”
I didn’t give her time to finish that sentence. I charged out of the water and caught her just as she jumped off the rock and began to take off. My wet body soaked into her clothes.
She laughed, a loud carefree laugh, as I tucked my face into her neck and let the water cover her skin.
“Brandon,” she yelled and laughed at the same time.
“You either get in on your own or I throw you in. Clothes and all.”
She looked out to the river then over her shoulder at me.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Why?” I chuckled but started to get worried. Was she scared of the water? If so, I was an asshole and make everything worse.
“Because my…” She pointed down to her pants.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“My panties.”
“What about them?”
“There isn’t much to them.” She looked away from me. “I only brought sexy panties because I knew I’d be in your tent.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that roared from me as I bent at the waist and tried to catch my breath. Charlie had to be the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
“It’s not funny.” She crossed her arms, but it was. She knew it too. Her lips curved the tiniest bit in the corner even though she tried to plant a frown on her face.
“Come on.” I gripped her hand in mine. “I promise I’ll keep you covered. They won’t even notice.” I hiked my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of our friends who weren’t even paying a bit of attention to us.
“Fine.” She sat down on the rock and pulled off her tennis shoes and socks. She glanced out to the water before she pulled her t-shirt down as far as it would go and lowered her yoga pants. Her eyes met mine as she took a deep breath and quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head.
She was right. Her panties were nothing like a bathing suit.
I pulled her close to my body and started backing into the water as she clung to me.
“You were right.” Our calves hit the water, and I groaned when I saw that the tiny scrap of lace she was wearing covered exactly zero percent of her ass.
“What?” She hissed as our hips dipped into the freezing water.
“Those panties.” I nodded down her body. “They are sexy as hell.”
She blushed but wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
“I apparently did pack correctly.” She looked away from me. “I told you that I had never been camping before.”
“No.” I shook my head and lifted her by her thighs which forced her to wrap her legs around my waist. “You packed perfectly.” I let her feel the hard-on I had despite the fact that my blood felt like sludge. Apparently, a cold shower wasn’t going to help me when it came to her.
She laughed and tucked her head into my shoulder embarrassed. It was such a contrast to the girl last night. The way she opened up to me.
“Well you got me in here,” she said against my neck before she leaned up and looked me directly in the eye. “Now what are you going to do with me?”
Not get rid of my hard-on. That was for sure.
CHAPTER 23
FERRIS WHEEL
Charlie
We had only gotten home from our camping trip this morning, but Brandon was insistent that he take me out tonight. I had planned on spending the evening looking over everything for the grand opening for the bakery. I had looked over it a million times before, everything was ready, but I was nervous, and I didn’t want Brandon to get tired of me.
We had just started whatever the heck this was between us, and I didn’t need him changing his mind about me because we were spending every hour of the day together. He thought I was crazy.
He also wouldn’t tell me where we were going on this date. Instead, he made me guess, which were all wrong, and he laughed as I apparently guessed wrong after wrong.
When I guessed Olive Garden, he looked at me like I was crazy.
Instead, he pulled up outside a fair that was one town over from ours, and I stared out the window at all the lights.
“You’re taking me to the fair?” I screeched like a ten-year-old girl who was jonesing for a bag of cotton candy. I was, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Do I look like the kind of guy that would take you on a first date to the Olive Garden?” He sounded so offended, and I guessed he was right. Nothing with Brandon had been ordinary at this point.
“I like their breadsticks,” I said as I climbed out of the car.
He leaned against his doorway and looked at me over the hood of his car. “Do you want to go to Olive Garden?” He looked so unsure of himself, so unlike him, and I smiled at how concerned he was about our first real date.
“No.” I shook my head and smiled. “This is absolutely perfect.”
He took a relieved breath and grabbed my hand as I laughed. “You’re also going to be this difficult. Aren’t you?”
“Oh. For sure.” I tugged his hand to force him to stop. He looked down at me and I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m going to kick your butt at the water gun game.”
