Incoherent words escaped her mouth. It sounded a lot likeyes,more, anddon’t stop. She squeezed my cock as her spasms rocketed through her. My vision blurred. My thrusts picked up speed as I soared toward release. Pressure built in the base of my spine, my heavy balls slamming as I drove into her.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back against my chest, the force of my orgasm blinding my vision.
“Ahh.” Her languid, satisfied moan sent a shot of pride through me. “Kiss me, you magnificent man,” she said.
I gripped her chin, tilting her head to the side so I could capture her lips, her whimpered sigh, in mine.
I positioned myself behind her, spooning her on the back seat, while I caught my breath.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, my hands raking through her hair.
“Later, babe. Just hold me, okay?”
I tightened my grip around her waist, doing as she asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Mhm.”
It passed through my mind to forget the tent altogether and stay just like this for the night, but that wasn’t what I’d promised Scarlett. I lay with her until she was ready to get up, and then I fixed my pants in the small space before getting out to get to work.
Scarlett spent a few minutes walking through the perimeter of the woods, gathering brush and firewood for our campfire. I hadn’t put up a tent in… God, I couldn’t even remember how long. Juliet wasn’t keen on camping. Every once in a while, my brothers and I would hit the trails, but even that had been a while. I wasn’t about to make an ass of myself though, so I got to work connecting and reconnecting the pieces until the damn thing was standing.
“Look at that. You got it.” Scarlett beamed at me.
“Have you been watching me this whole time?” I shook my head, but it was really my shoulders that were shaking, trying to hold back my laugh.
“You seemed so determined. I didn’t want to interrupt you.” Her body pressed close to mine, and her lips brushed against my ear, the velvety touch of her tongue dancing along my skin.
“You want to tell me what you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked.
“We need to get this fire going before the sun goes down. I’m even more hungry now than I was before.”
She spun around with a smile, crouching down to start building the perfect campfire. That was the second time she’d blown off my question. I didn’t want to push her, but she did tell me that she wanted to talk. A nervous energy crackled over my skin.
If that fucking punk was still harassing her now that he was back on the streets, I was going to be pissed.
Scarlett and I cooked dinner over the open flame of the fire, then cuddled together under a blanket with the canopy of stars overhead. The weather turned out to be perfect for a cool camping night.
Back in the tent, we applied the age-old science of body heat and physical activity to keep warm. Scarlett never mentioned whatever it was that she wanted to talk to me about, but more than once, I caught her watching me, the gears in her mind whirling a hundred miles an hour behind her eyes. What was going on in that pretty little head of hers?
* * *
“Are you ready for your surprise today?” I asked Scarlett over our hot cups of instant coffee. The fire from this morning was almost out, the tent and sleeping bags already packed away.
“I thought this was the surprise,” Scarlett said, excitement dancing in her eyes.
“I booked us something fun for this morning. I think you’ll like it,” I told her.
“Yay. I love fun things. What is it?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
Forty-five minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot for the TreeTop Canopy Climbing Adventure Park. Ropes and wires floated high above the ground. Strategically placed platforms were placed around various trees. Rope walks, rope swings,zip-lining, a tightrope. This was right up Scarlett’s alley, if not a little amateur for her tastes. I sneaked a glance at her, her head tilting to look out the windshield at the massive obstacle course.
“This is great, Luke! This is going to be so much fun.” She beamed that heart-stopping smile at me.
We checked in at the front desk and collected our paperwork and gear. I quickly read through the rules and waiver, signing my name on the bottom.
“I can’t do this,” Scarlett said.
