by Vivian Wood
I jerk my gaze away from her. “No. It’s just… there is too much history there, man. So much water under the bridge. Hell, the bridge burned down and was swept off in the current.”
“So what? If you’re game and she’s interested, what’s the harm? It’s not like you two have to get married or anything.” Aiden tips his can of beer up, emptying it of the last drops. “Just fuck already. Get her out of your system, dude.”
I shoot him a glare. He shrugs and gets up. “I’m done for the night. I have to turn in. Gotta get an early start tomorrow.”
By that, he means he has someone waiting for him. I see him wiggle his fingers at Leila, a pretty brunette with an hourglass figure. She blushes and waves back, jerking her head toward the cabins. He nods and she gets up, heading that way.
“Really, what will you do when you sleep your way through the whole camp?”
Aiden grins. “That won’t happen. I’m away for half the year. Every time I come back, there is a new crop to choose from.” He fake punches me on the arm.
I roll my eyes. “Alright. I think we are going out again in the morning. I’ll see you when I’m back in base camp again.”
Aiden claps me on the back and wanders in the direction of the cabins. What he said does stick with me though.
Maybe if I just fuck her and get her out of my system, I will be able to think straight again.
I look at Olivia, who yawns widely.
She looks sleepy. “I think I’d better call it a night.”
I give her a suspicious look. “You’re forever a night owl.”
She yawns again. “Yeah, but I’m a night owl on east coast time. It’s late for me.”
“Will you say goodbye in the morning?”
Standing, she stretches. “You got it, boss.”
She trails off toward the cabins too. People are starting to filter away, disappearing to their beds. Nate looks over at me.
“Do you want me to put the fire out now? Or will you do it before you go to sleep?”
I lean back, catching Rachel’s eye. She seems as awake and keyed up as I am.
“I’ll do it before I go to sleep.”
“Alright. Thanks,” Nate says. As he walks away, I hear him smothering a yawn. “See you tomorrow.”
“Later.” I move my chair closer to Rachel. She blushes for some reason, even though I haven’t even said a word to her. I look across the fire to the few people left. Three people, two guys and a girl, their heads leaned close as they whisper to each other.
Yeah. I’m not the only person who stayed up to be with someone that they want to bone. I lean my head down close to Rachel’s ear.
“Those three are going to fuck later. Wanna place bets on where they do it?”
She glances up to me, blushing furiously. “How do you know what they are intending to do?”
Her hair is so close that I tuck a strand back behind her ear. “Just a guess. It’s human nature. Everyone knows that base camp is a prime place to find someone to warm your bed for the night.”
At that, the three stragglers get up, the woman holding hands with one of the men. They all look like they anticipate having a fun time. That leaves Rachel and me as the only people sitting by the fire.
She shivers and I instinctually move closer, putting my arm around her. Her shoulders are under my arm, her chest pressed against mine. I’m close enough that I can actually hear her breath catch.
She brushes back her hair and looks up at me, her brown eyes glowing. “What are you doing to me, Grayson?”
One corner of my mouth hitches up. “Getting you out of my system, Rach. The only way that I can think of to do it.”
I can’t miss the way that she draws her breath in, making her chest rise, and looks down to my mouth. I cup her cheek, angling her mouth up. Pressing my lips to hers, I feel a current that flows from her lips to mine. Needing more, I immediately bow her head backward and deepen the kiss.
She feeds into it, making these little ‘mmm’ sounds as soon as I trail my mouth along her jawline and drive my teeth into her neck. She goes wild for that; apparently the lovely Rachel likes a little pain mixed with her pleasure.
That fact only makes me harder for her. When I slide her out of her chair and onto my lap, straddling me, she thrusts her breasts forward. I fall on them like a starving man on a scrap of bread, licking and sucking everywhere that isn’t covered with clothing.
She rides my lap like a heathen, grinding against my cock like there’s no tomorrow. I groan, wanting desperately to just lay her down right here and fuck out her brains out. My need has ballooned since the last time that she let me touch her. It’s driving me insane right now.
“Grayson?” she whispers. Her cheeks heat. “Would you — umm — I like it when you talk to me while we’re… doing stuff.”
“God yes,” I say. “I’ll talk dirty to you as soon as I get you to your cabin.”
I push her off my lap, stand up, and sweep her up into my arms. Carrying her towards her cabin, I lock lips with her again.
Then there is nothing gentle about the way that I grab her, hauling her up against me. I’m already hard for her, imagining the sweet satisfaction that I’m about to find at the apex of her thighs. My tongue seeks hers and she opens her mouth to me, urging me on.
Rachel makes this sound, a mewling sound, but more guttural. The sound makes the fine hair on the back of my neck stand up and my whole body tingles for a second. I pull her body up against mine, rubbing her tits across my chest. She moans and wraps her legs around my torso.
Fuck, she feels so good. I hurry toward her cabin, making it so far as the mess hall before I have to stop. She starts to kiss my neck, sucking hard on my earlobe. My eyes roll into the back of my head for the briefest moment and I stumble. Rachel seems totally unworried about our surroundings.
Maybe she’s completely oblivious to my thought process about how I can fuck her the fastest. But when I get to her cabin, pressing her against the door, she looks up at me. Her eyes are filled with the same impatient lust as mine.
“Take me right here, right now,” she demands, her voice low and throaty. “I need you, Grayson.”
Lust fills my veins like lead. Her words are the balm I’ve needed for so long; it feels like it’s been aeons since I’ve been inside her, instead of the better part of a week.
Fuck. How long have I needed to hear those words pulled from her sweet lips?
“Yes,” she whispers in my ear. She grabs my hand, pulling it down her body, until I’m touching the front of her panties. They’re damp, soaked by her need. Her words turn pleading. “Now. I need you inside me right now.”
At the same time, she reaches down between us, feeling the outline of my cock through my pants.
Fuck. It’s hard to think, hard to speak. Especially when she pleads so sweetly for me to fuck her.
“Uh uh,” I say, my eyes burning into hers. I sit back, leaving her looking at me with a note of shock on her face. She thinks I’m turning down sex, which is almost funny. “If you need it as badly as you say, get the fuck in the cabin.”
Hey eyes widen a bit, but she hurries to open the door behind her. I don’t give her any space or time. I’m right on her heels, watching her as she sits down on the bed. I close the door behind myself, ignoring my brain’s protests.
There are some things that have to be private. I want this to be one of them.
As soon as she sits, I give her a little push.“Get back on the bed,” I order.
I get immense pleasure out of watching her miles of fantastic legs and ass as she scurries to obey. I climb in the back, pulling down the gate behind me.
It’s still a little crowded in the cabin, being that I’m almost six and a half feet tall. But when she gets herself turned around, biting her lip and looking up at me, I suddenly feel that same urgency as I felt earlier.
And when Rachel starts to undress, pulling her shirt up over her head, that urgency takes over. I pull my shirt off to
o, lying down.
“Get your panties off,” I growl. “I want you to ride me, right fucking now.”
She looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes and starts to unzip her skirt.
“No. Leave it on,” I tell her. “And take the panties off. Don’t make me tell you again.”
I unzip my own pants as she shimmies her panties down her legs, kicking them off with her shoes. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them and my pants down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock springs free, long and thick, the tip of it already slick with precum. Rachel’s hand is on my cock instantly, her fist closing around it.
Fuck, that feels so good.
It’s been so long since I felt anyone else’s grip on my dick that I close my eyes when she touches me. She gives me a few experimental strokes, testing the waters. But when I see her head going down to my cock, I have to stop her.
“No, not now,” I grit out, guiding her face up to mine. “I don’t want to blow my load in your mouth. I want your pussy, and I want it right now.”
She straddles me, breathing a little bit faster. I force her head down and kiss her, even as I lift my hips up. My cock touches her warm inner thigh. I close my eyes for the briefest moment, distracting myself.
Then I open my eyes, realizing that I should’ve definitely jacked off in the last couple of days. Or maybe been with a girl that was less hot than Rachel, who is a straight up bombshell.
I kiss her, pressing her ass down so that her knees widen.
“You’re going to have to ride slow,” I warn. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now, I can barely see straight.”
She gives me a wicked grin. “Is that right?”
I just grunt, pressing her down again. I use my free hand to stand my cock straight up, groaning as the blunt tip touches her pussy lips. They are already dripping with moisture.
She has been waiting for me, it seems.
She sinks down on my dick, her expression enraptured. I have to close my eyes and list whiskey brands while she stretches to take all of me.
“Fuck!” I mutter. “God damn, you’re so tight. So wet. So perfect.”
When she finally takes all of my cock, I pull her down for a long, slow kiss.
“Can you handle me?” she asks, already breathless.
To answer her question, I move my hips upward. She cries out, but she doesn’t stop. No, she keeps going, her actions growing frenzied. Her pussy grips my cock as she rides me.
I move my hand down between our bodies, rubbing her clit. I am going to make damn sure that she comes when I do… and I’m going to come pretty damn soon.
“Oh my god,” she says, leaning forward. “Ohmygod, right there…”
I can feel her tensing and clenching, getting close to the edge.
“Fuck. That’s right. I love the way you ride me, Rach. The way that sweet pussy grips my cock so tight—”
That little bit of dirty talk is enough to push her over the edge. She cries out, her pussy spasming wildly, her nails scoring the flesh of my chest.
I let myself go, pumping up into her body with abandon. I can feel the orgasm before it hits, feel it start down low in my balls. It tears loose and I thrust upward again and again, her greedy little pussy milking my cock of every drop.
I slow, then stop, trying to catch my breath. She lays sprawled across my chest, her breathing rapid, covered in a layer of sweat. Not just hers, but mine, too.
I close my eyes and hold her close, enjoying the musky scents rising from our combined skin, and the moment of closeness.
It’s not enough, just being with her. It’s not nearly enough.
But it’ll have to be good enough for right now.
Chapter Thirty
Rachel
I wake up to find Grayson gone. I’m not sure what I expected, honestly.
Sex without strings attached is more emotionally fraught than I was expecting.
When I get my pack together and go looking for him, I don't have to look hard. He’s on the front porch of the mess hall and seems to be in good spirits.
When he spots me coming up the stairs, he nods. “Hey. You just missed Olivia leaving for the airport. Aiden took her.”
Raising a brow, I try not to smirk. “Did he? That’s awfully nice of him. She was just here for the night, then?”
Grayson shrugs. “I guess so. She’ll be back before too long though, I bet.”
Smiling, I keep Olivia’s secret. I guess Grayson is still completely unaware of his little sister’s crush. I’m not going to be the one to tell him about it. Especially not after Olivia and I had our talk last night.
Besides, if it’s a one-sided crush, it’ll never go anywhere anyway.
I readjust one of the straps on my backpack. “Ready to go?”
“Yup. Got my pack ready to go. You need anything from inside the mess hall?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’ve already stocked up on trail mix and fruit. I have water. I think I’m good.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back, then.” He disappears inside the mess hall and comes back a few seconds later wearing his backpack. “Let’s go.”
“Lead the way,” I say.
He heads down out of camp. The hiking is easy, following the river for a little bit.
“This looks like where we hiked before,” I say.
He shrugs. “Kind of. Last time we followed this river north. This time we are heading south. Tomorrow we’re going to hike west, all the way to the coast.”
He brandishes the list of water sources to be sampled. I see roughly a third of them are crossed off. The paper is crinkled and folded in several places.
I wrinkle my nose. “That piece of paper is what you’ve been using to set our course?”
He shoots me a look, but his expression is playful. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, princess. We’ll get by just fine.”
I roll my eyes, lapsing into silence. He has done okay setting the course before now, so I see no reason to argue with him on this. After a second though, he turns his head to look at me.
“I feel like we need to talk about last night. Just to like…” He shifts his pack, looking uncomfortable. “You know, establish boundaries and stuff.”
I scrunch up my face. “Ugh, boundaries.”
“Yeah, ugh. But also, they’re pretty important.”
“They are important.” I stop walking. A few steps later, Grayson pauses and looks back at me. I flash him a smile. “This summer is just not turning out at all like I had planned. You’re here, and I’m just… I’m trying to enjoy what I can, where I can. Before I know it, the summer will be over and then I’ll be weighed down with so much real life stuff…”
He raises a brow. “Are you saying that you are sowing your wild oats out here on the west coast?”
Blushing, I duck my head. “I mean, sort of.”
“But when you go back to New York, that’s all over. Is that it?”
I cringe. “Yes.”
He looks thoughtful. “So… when you put it that way, you can fuck around with me as much as you want out here with no repercussions. Until your contract is up on August 1st, I mean.”
I close my eyes. When he paints it in that light, I want to crawl under a rock and hide. “Yes.”
When he speaks, he doesn’t say what I expect him to. “Okay. Then we can keep fucking around for the next two months. Or less than that, if we get bored of each other.”
My eyes fly open. “Excuse me?”
His eyes narrow on my face. “That’s the deal. You get your wild urges out of your system. I get my itch scratched in the process. Then we go our separate ways. No muss, no fuss. And definitely no attachments. This is purely about hot sex.”
My mouth opens. For several seconds, I’m not sure what is going to come out. Laughter, a biting retort, and immediate agreement all war for supremacy in my mind.
I finally land on a mixture of the first and the third. I chuckl
e. “All right?”
It comes out as a question rather than agreement, but he gets the point. “Great.”
Just then the trail we are on narrows and begins to climb. Grayson surges forward and leads the way, his long legs carrying him twice as fast as I can manage to move. The path grows rugged and steep. Every so often he stops and lets me catch up to him, only to start moving again as soon as I do.
Up a mountain, down a mountain. Up another. It proceeds like that for so many hours that I lose track. I sample a couple of water sources that I find along the way.
I’ve got the sampling down pat by now. Waving my GPS locator around and labeling the sample only takes a minute each time. Then we are on our way again. Aside from a few brief stops for water and food, we hike until the sun is nearly down.
When we head down into a valley, a strange little wood cabin pops up in my line of sight. I can see it from quite a way as we travel down a ridge. It takes me by surprise because I haven’t seen any signs of civilization since we left the base camp.
“Who would build a cabin out here in the middle of nowhere?” I ask. I’m mostly talking to myself, but Grayson answers.
“It’s a ranger station. And it happens to be a good stopping place for tonight.”
The trail ends rather abruptly. Grayson pays it no mind, leaving the top of the ridge and cutting downward. I plod after him, uncertain. Soon the little cabin is out of sight, blocked by the trees. But he does seem to be making a beeline for it.
We come to the little clearing at last. The cabin sits at the far side, looking quaint and dusty. I sigh. Another thousand yards and we are finally done for the day. Thank god.
I step forward, not realizing that Grayson has slowed. He catches me by throwing his arm out in front of me.
“Shhhh,” he silences my protests before I can make them.
My eyes narrow suspiciously as I look at him. His brows are pulled down over his blue eyes. His face is creased with a frown. When he speaks, his words are whispered.
“Something isn’t right. I don't hear any birds.”
Birds? What exactly is he talking about, again?
Two seconds after he says it, I find out why he’s on high alert. There is a hint of movement on the roof of the cabin that gives it away.