I reached for her ass and let my fingers do the walking. They traveled around front and slid into those baggy pockets I’d been admiring all day.
She was still, her breaths shallow, when my fingers found her, feeling her desire.She’d be the death of me. She tried to turn to me again, but I held her in place, her hands splayed across the table for support. I continued to touch and feel, my fingers moving to the zipper of her jeans.
Finally, she pushed hard and turned to me, her body crashing into mine. Her mouth, her kisses, were hard and hot. She was a wild animal desperately lifting my shirt, pulling it over my head, and tossing it away. She kissed the bottom of my neck and teasingly nipped at my collarbone, just as I had done to her yesterday. Fuck.
I nearly ripped off her shirt before depositing it onto the floor as I bent and kissed her cleavage down to her bra. I lifted her up to a sitting position on the table, wrapping her legs around my waist. The table wobbled as I reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
She was practically clawing my back as I stood in awe of her beauty. She cursed when I kneaded her bare skin, and just as my kisses led to her breasts, there was a knock at the camper door.
A string of obscenities fell from my mouth.
I stood up, and she fell off the table, her feet hitting the floor with a thud, knees bent like a gymnast failing to stick the landing.
“Madison, I’m so sorry.”
I grabbed her hands and helped her get her balance. She giggled and then screamed when another knock was heard.
“Just a minute!” she screeched. “I’m changing out of a fair costume!”
We were grabbing clothes when I realized I was trying to put on her shirt, and we quickly switched. She threw her bra on without clasping it and pulled on her shirt. We stood face to face.
“Are we good?” I asked as I ran my hands through my hair.
“Do I have all my clothes on?” Laughter burst from her.
“Yeah, you’re dressed.” I touched her cheek. “They’re on fire again.”
She gave me a peck on the lips. “Well, then stop doing that already.”
We literally shot out of the camper to find a teenager standing just outside. “Do you have the tiger costume?”
“Right inside.” Madison smiled. “Have fun.”
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We walked around for a moment, ended up in the Beer Garden, grabbed two cold ones, and were heading out when Austin and Lillie approached.
“Hey. Madison, this is Lillie.” Austin was in jeans and a Minnesota Vikings sweatshirt. Lillie was a cute lady who went to high school with us. She played hockey and really seemed to get Austin, but as with Liz, it was always casual.
“Hi. Nice to meet you.” Madison extended her hand.
Austin pointed at me. “It’s almost time for the animal scramble. Are you going to let Grant do it?”
“What’s that?” Madison took a long drink of her Miller Lite.
“The kids go into the arena, where the rodeo is, and they let out ducks, chickens, and rabbits. Whatever they catch, they take home.”
Madison gasped, followed by a grin as bright as the sun. “What the what? That is amazing! I’m in!”
“It’s kind of for kids.” Lillie smiled while Madison just shook her head.
“Are there written rules prohibiting adults, well, me, from participating?”
“I just think—” Lillie tried to get in.
“If there are no written rules, I’m doing it.” She shook her head. “Nobody will care, trust me.”
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