“We’ll have to get rid of that tomorrow and come up with a plan for future disposal.” He tosses the bag and condom into the other side of the tent, behind the partition.
“Future disposals?” A thrill runs through my veins, my desire zinging back to life at the prospect of having sex again. “You want to have sex again?”
“Are you freaking kidding me? I plan on ploughing you into next week. I’m already coming up with an excuse to give Austin so we can skip his stupid nature walk tomorrow. I still want to act out that book of yours.” He crawls back up the mattress and lies down beside me, tracing my nipple with one finger in slow lazy motions “It might be a good idea to get the pill or something.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I burst out laughing.
“That confident in your abilities?” I tease. And Colt takes it as a challenge to prove how able he is.
His mouth captures my nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud, reigniting that spark. Everything is hypersensitive; my nerves are buzzing, and I’m sure if he does this long enough, I’ll come again.
His hand slides back down between my legs, applying the right amount of pressure. I arch my back and gasp, “I’m on the pill.”
It happens so fast. I don’t have time to take a breath. Colt rolls on top of me, nudging my legs open so he can settle between them again.
“Since when?” he breathes, sliding his growing erection along my already sensitive center.
“Since I was fifteen. You know this...ahhh...” My back arches and my eyes close as he rubs along the right spot.
“I thought you were taking vitamins.” He grips my leg, lifting it to his hip, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. He drops his face to mine.
“Birth control.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. His lips tipping in a dangerous grin. It’s a look that could melt the panties off The Queen. “So, I can fuck you bare?”
“Bare,” I whisper as my legs fall apart.
“Yes,” he hisses as he lines himself up with my entrance.
I brace for the pain, the unwelcome, but not unwanted intrusion of his considerable length and girth, that I missed the first time, but he pauses. I search his eyes for a reason. “Colt?”
“Mmm.”
I tilt my chin up, my lips an inch from his. “Kiss me.”
“No.” And then he pushes inside me in one hard thrust.
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Colt
She’s insatiable. I thought I would be too much for her to handle, my need too strong, but she wants sex more than I do. Not that I’m complaining. I’d never do that. I’m more than happy to oblige.
Why?
Because morning sex is awesome. Afternoon sex is amazing. Shower sex is dangerous, but worth it. Outdoor sex is fun.
And sex without a condom is the ultimate sensation. There’s nothing like it. Nothing like her soft warmth wrapping tightly around me as I thrust into her over and over, from on top, from behind, from underneath, bent over, sitting down, while she reads dirty scenes from her book—that was fun. I’m surprised we didn’t wake up the camp with how much noise we made, moaning, groaning, laughing, swearing, reading.
Good times.
Might have to try that again.
Will try that again.
“Can I ask you a question?” the weird chick says, her voice so soft I have to strain to understand what she’s saying and make sure she’s talking to me.
We’ve spent the last few days swimming and hanging out on the beach with everyone—when Em and I weren’t fornicating in the bushes; I still have the scratches on my ass from that—yet I still don’t know her name. Which is surprising because I’m excellent at remembering names. I’m sure she was on my team when we played capture the flag last night.
“Shoot.” I pass the ball between my hands and watch Em. She’s perched on Austin’s shoulders in the water wrestling with Louise who is on Rome’s shoulders.
“You and Emerson. What’s going on there?”
I look over at the quiet girl. “What do you mean? She’s my best friend.”
She clasps her hands on her lap. “And Austin is mine.”
“Good to know.” I press my lips together and wait for her to get to the point.
“But I thought Emerson and Austin were a couple.”
“What gave you that idea?”
“I don’t know. They hang out a lot. Talk on the phone. Go on dates.”
“And?” Em and I live together, do everything together, too. It doesn’t mean there is anything going on between us. Except for, you know...copulating.
“I’m wondering... If she is dating Austin, why is she sleeping in your tent, sitting on your lap and spending more time with you than she is with him?”
I swallow and narrow my gaze on Em.
She’s not dating Austin.
“I’m also wondering why you are sharing a bed with another guy’s girl?”
“She’s my best friend.”
“Yeah. You said. And Austin is mine. I’m not crawling into his tent every night, though.”
“Maybe you should,” I mutter. The world would be a better place if everyone just got laid more.
“Excuse me?”
Shit, she heard me. “Nothing.”
“I’m not the only one wondering it, either.”
“Austin?”
She shakes her head and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Everyone else. The girls mostly.”
Who cares what Lauren and her friends think? They’re not important.
“How would you know?”
“They’ve been talking about it. Calling her names behind her back. Names that I don’t want to repeat because they’re not nice. And I was always taught not to say anything if I didn’t have something nice to say.”
“They’ve been talking to you about it? Bullshit. This is the most words I’ve heard you speak since we’ve been here. Your nose is always buried in a book. You have no idea what’s going on.”
“Just because I keep to myself doesn’t mean I don’t see what’s going on. I’m quiet. Shy. I get forgotten and overlooked. It’s like I’m not here most of the time, which means people don’t filter what they say around me. And they are saying horrible things about Emerson.”
I can’t very well tell her what Em and I get up to under the covers, on top of the covers, in the shower, or when we take long walks up the beach, so I lie. “There’s nothing to tell. We’re good friends. End of story.”
“Well, maybe you should think about backing off and keeping some distance for a while. It doesn’t look good on her; sleeping with you when she has a boyfriend. I don’t want Austin to get hurt either.”
Fuck.
Em’s talking and laughing with Austin, and I realize his weird friend is right.
“Can you watch the birds?” I ask Austin’s number one fan, pointing to Clyde and Jordan tethered to the volleyball pole with tiny hats on their heads so they don’t get burnt. Wouldn’t want roast chicken.
“Sure.” She frowns and screws up her nose.
Without another word, I head back to the tent to change shoes and go for a run, heading up the beach, away from the direction everyone else is hanging out. Running is the best way to clear my head and get my thoughts straight. And that’s what I need. We never should have gone camping. Nothing good ever comes from spending time with people.