And with that, Em skips off to the tent, and I’m standing there staring after her, scratching my head wondering what happened. Why do the chickens need walking so desperately?
“Colt!” She calls me over once she’s handed the birds to Austin.
“What?”
She slaps my towel against my chest. “Shower.”
“What’s going on? You’re acting a little crazy.”
“I’m going to bed, but you are not stepping inside this tent until you’ve showered.” She places her hands on my shoulders and turns me around. Pressing her body into mine, she leans up on her toes and whispers in my ear, “Go. I’ll read my book for a while,” before giving me a hard shove in the back so I stumble away.
And holy shit. It all makes sense.
I race to the shower block where I wash my hair and scrub my body to within an inch of its life. I brush my teeth, put deodorant on, one spritz of cologne, not too much because it makes Em sneeze if it’s too strong and wrap the towel around my waist. In my rush to follow Em’s orders, I forgot my clothes. But it doesn’t matter because...
I’m about to pork my best friend.
30
Emerson
I brush my hair. I tie it up. I take it out. I braid it in a single braid, then two braids, then take it out again. I don’t know what to do with it. It’s long and I worry it might get in the way, or get pulled—though, I’ve heard and read that hair pulling is super-hot. Or it might get tangled or end up in Colt’s mouth. Nothing says sexy like a mouthful of hair. At least I washed it.
Deciding to leave my hair down, I dig around in my bag for pajamas. Should I wear pajamas? I normally don’t. I prefer Colt’s t-shirts. I strip out of my clothes and pull on Colt’s shirt. Then I take it off. My bra and panties would be sexier. Or should I sit here naked? That would save some time when it comes down to getting bus-ay.
Oh my god. Shoot me. Getting bus-ay? Who says that? Or thinks that?
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I realize I’m overreacting. It’s Colt. There’s no need to be nervous. We’ve seen each other naked a few times now. I don’t need to impress him. He’s already admitted that his dick only works for me, so I have an advantage.
It’s knowing what’ll happen when he gets back that’s got my stomach in knots. How many people plan and schedule losing their virginity? It feels forced and unnatural. Where’s the spontaneity? What if neither of us are feeling it because we’ve hyped ourselves up to this moment?
I snort and roll my eyes. I’m being stupid. Colt barely has to touch me and I’m fired up and ready to go. And he’s a walking erection these days.
It’ll be fine.
Everything’s fine.
It’ll be great.
I pull Colt’s t-shirt back over my head. He likes it better when I wear his shirt anyway.
Lying down on the mattress, I roll on my side and rest my head in my hand, then I fluff my hair and place my other hand on my hip, trying for seductive, sexy, wanton. I look ridiculous. I feel ridiculous. And I’m not sure why I’m trying so hard. Again...it’s Colt.
All I need is for him to walk through that flap and the nerves will calm down. Everything will return to normal. My heart rate. My dry mouth. My shaking hands. It’s my anxiety acting up. Separation anxiety when he leaves is so much worse than when I leave. It’s like I’m a freaking kindergartener unable to say goodbye to Mommy. Funny. I never had that issue growing up.
But Colt’s taking longer than normal to shower, and I’m getting twitchy. I roll over on my stomach and pick up my book, using my phone as a flashlight. I’m so engrossed in the story I don’t notice when Colt returns until he clears his throat.
I jump and fumble with both my phone and book before dropping them to the ground. Looking up over my shoulder, my phone lights the tent enough to see he’s standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips.
I lick my lips.
The urge to bite his hip is strong.
With a smirk, Colt turns around and zips the tent closed before dropping to his knees behind me. Wasting no time, he pulls on my ankles, spreading my legs so he can kneel between them. I push myself up on my elbows to turn around but Colt’s hand on the center of my back, guides me back down.
Angling my head, I take him in. His eyes are dark pools of desire, which only fuels my own lust, my need to touch him and feel him, have him inside me.
I bite my lip. My skin prickles as his hands slide up my legs, caressing my skin, tickling my inner thighs, dusting his fingers higher until he brushes them over my already-wet panties—which would be embarrassing if it were anyone else, and I wasn’t already so turned on by knowing what’s coming.
I sigh and delight in his touch as he glides his hands over my ribs, unclasping my bra and sliding my shirt up as he goes. It takes a little maneuvering, and I have to raise my chest off the ground so he can push the shirt over my head, tossing it to the side along with my bra. His fingers then grip the waistband of my panties, pulling them over my hips and down my legs until I’m naked and spread out before him.
The air changes and Colt’s breathing increases. He’s silent, immobile. And my pulse skyrockets in anticipation. The silence, the wait is wreaking havoc on my nerves. I stretch my body out and try to calm the hammering beat of my heart before Colt finally touches me.
Flipping me over onto my back, he crawls up my body, his knees still between my legs, and hovers over me.
“Hi,” he whispers and lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple in while palming the other.
I arch my back and let out a strangled, “Hi.”
His chuckle is deep and throaty and full of desire.
I dig my fingers into his hair wishing it were a little longer, so I have something to grip on to, and let my head fall back. His mouth is hot and wet on my needy skin, my hips lifting, hoping he’ll focus some attention there. But he seems intent on torturing me. His hands never stray below my waist.
I drag my fingers through his hair and trail them down his back, scratching my nails along his skin until I grip his towel and pull it off. Colt raises his head and arches an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“Enthused?”
“Just making things even,” I sigh, roaming my gaze over his perfect body.
My chest heaves in anticipation waiting to see what he’ll do next.
With his eyes locked on mine, his tongue darts out, flicking the hard bud of my nipple, swirling around it, teasing me. It’s so freaking hot. I push his face over to my other breast so he can do the same.
I gasp as his teeth graze my nipple, arching my back, needing more pressure, more friction as my hips lift, shamelessly trying to find some much-needed...everything. But all I get is air.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him down to me until his erection is pressed between my legs. Right. There.
Colt freezes, his eyes on mine, searching, looking for a reaction. His arms tremble with supporting his weight while trying to fight the urge to thrust against me.
I circle my hips once and Colt hisses.
I circle my hips twice and Colt curses, “Fuck.”
His head drops to my chest and I move my hips again. He’s hot, and smooth and if I move my hips the right way, he rubs against my clit with each movement, sending a jolt of pleasure through me each time.