“And when I saw that your orgasm was starting to climb, I would turn my cock ring back on, and I would ask you to pump me. To let me fuck your hand. I would be so goddamn desperate for it that I would barely be able to hold back as your fingers wrapped around my girth. And as we climbed together, you getting all the goddamn pleasure you deserved while you were helping me come, I would stare into your beautiful goddamn eyes and think how lucky I am, how infatuated I am, how much I would want this moment to last forever. And when I’m on the verge, ready to come, you arching your back as your orgasm took over, rocketing through your body and making you clench around your dildo, I would lift my dick to your mouth, beg you to swallow me, and then bust all over your lips and tongue.” I finish with pinching her nipple just enough to make her moan, then I remove my hand and say, “Does that seem scary?”

She wets her lips, and then in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard, she says, “With you…no.”

The lights go out in the dining hall when Finky and his wife are the last to retreat to their cabin. We’re the only ones left out in the open, and it’s what I’ve been waiting for ever since Sanders showed us our spot out here in the trees.

“What kind of wine is that?” Scottie asks as she sucks down the last drop from her glass. “I think there is something special in there. I’m buzzing.”

Laughing, I nod. “I know. Me too.” I smirk at her and then tug on her arm. “I like you.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I like you.”

“Babe,” I grow serious. “I like…you.”

“Wilder…how many times do I have to tell you this: I like you!”

“How about we both agree that we like each other?”

“Yeah, I can get on board with that. Because I think you’re great.”

“And I think you’re great.”

Her fingers drag over my chest. “And I think you’re sexy.” She leans in and whispers, “The first night we slept in the same bed, I thought about you possibly touching me.” Then she brings her finger to her lips and shooshes me.

Fucking adorable.

“The first night we slept together, I had a dream about you,” I admit.

She clamps her hand over her mouth. “Was it a sex dream?”

“I don’t think so. But a few nights later, I definitely had a sex dream about you. It was after you wore your bathing suit. Your ass is so fine.”

“Your ass is fine.” She pushes at my chest.

“No, babe, your ass is fine. The finest of all asses to ever ass.”

“Is that a thing?”