She keeps her mouth open, and I finish all over her tongue, watching drop after drop hit her until my orgasm wears off.

“Shit,” I mutter as I try to catch my breath.

I watch with hungry eyes as she swallows me. Then I bend down, and I bring my lips to hers to kiss her softly and whisper, “You’re too perfect. Everything about you. Too fucking perfect.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

SCOTTIE

“Wilder, you have to stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he asks, still grinning. He hasn’t stopped grinning since we left the lake.

“Like you’re going to take me back to that spot at the lake and do…things.”

“Yeah, well, don’t fucking tempt me. You made me a man back there.”

I let out a laugh. “You were already a man.”

“I thought I was until you started pressing things on my body, places I didn’t even know existed.” He leans in close as we lie on a blanket at camp, under a large oak tree. “How did you even know about that…spot?”

I smirk and take a bite of a pepperoni. “I read it in a book. I tried doing it to Matt once, and he swatted my hand away.”

“That man is a fucking fool. Hell, I’m tempted to bend over and pull my pants down right now so you can play with me some more.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I push at his forehead.

“You’re so horny.”

“You made me this way. I was fine living a life of celibacy, the occasional hookup here and there just to feed the beast, until you came along and awoke something I don’t think is ever going to go away. Seriously, if I bend over, will you do it again?”

“Oh my God, Wilder.” I shake my head in mirth, causing him to laugh.

“I’m going to take that as a maybe.”

“What you need to do is keep your voice down, because you and I both know if Sanders gets wind of the fact that we”—I look around and whisper—“fornicated, then he very well might separate us for the rest of the camp.”

“First of all, way to use the word ‘fornicate.’ I approve. Second, he can try to keep me away, but I’d sniff you out so fast, I’d undo you from whatever chains he has you tied up in.” He pauses for a moment and then says, “And then maybe take the chains back to our sex cabin so I could use them on you properly.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He grins. “You like it.”

“I kind of do.” I wince. “What does that say about me?”

“It’s all right. You can have mixed feelings about it. It takes a second to get used to the idea that you could possibly like someone like me after being with such a bore for several years.”