Till Summer Do Us Part(103)

“So does that mean there could be a video tonight?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Do you want a video?”

“I want to watch one with you,” I say honestly. “I think it would be hot as hell, seeing you get turned on, letting me play with you while you watch.”

“You’d like that?”

“Fuck yes, Pips. I’d love to fuck you with my tongue while you were turned on by someone else getting off. You don’t think that sounds hot?”

“I mean…I never thought of things like that before. My sex life was very bland with Matt. There wasn’t much that we did other than the regular things because he felt comfortable doing that. So watching someone else get off while I was getting off, I don’t know…maybe that does sound thrilling.”

I move my hand under her shirt and say, “Well, if they don’t send us a video, then we can do it when we get back to the city.”

I feel her stiffen. “Back to the city?” she asks.

“Uh, yeah. Do you think this is over when camp is over?”

“I don’t know.” She turns to look at me. “I thought that maybe this was just a here thing.”

I lift my brows. “Do you want it to just be a here thing?” She wets her lips, and I can see she’s about to say “I don’t know,” so I cut her off. “Tell me the truth. Don’t tell me that you don’t know. Don’t beat around the bush because you’re scared of what I might say or do. Tell me what you want.”

She looks down and takes a few seconds but then says, “I don’t want to get hurt. Matt hurt me…badly. And being here with you, that’s helped me so much with dissecting those feelings and finding closure. But I know where you stand when it comes to relationships, so…I don’t want to grow too attached, you know? I think fooling around here, having some fun, I think that’s fine. But I don’t know what that means for after camp.”

I get it.

I really do.

She’s strong but she’s also incredibly fragile. I understand that feeling of not wanting to get hurt, and it’s not like I’ve given her any indication that I’d be ready and willing to be in a relationship. Hell, I don’t even know where I stand with all that.

I do know that I like Scottie. A lot. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. She intrigues me. She keeps my attention. She challenges me. She makes me laugh. She’s fucking fun to be around, and if that wasn’t enough, she drives me fucking wild with need, and I’ve never felt that before. I’ve never felt this unfiltered urge to claim someone, to make them mine. But the second her lips met mine, there was something inside me that snapped, popped, that woke me the fuck up and told me to pay attention.

And now that I am paying attention, I know one thing for certain: I don’t think I want this to end in a few days. I want to keep seeing her, but given the doubt she carries in her chest thanks to her ex, I don’t think me coming out and saying I want to try things out with her will go over well. I know that doubt would creep in, especially after I told her I wasn’t ready for a relationship. So maybe I need to handle this a little differently.

“I respect that,” I say. “But I need you to know something, Scottie.” I smooth my palm over her stomach. “I have no intention of hurting you. Ever.”

“I know that. I’ve found that out quickly while being here with you.”

“And I like you…a lot. Okay. And I don’t need you to respond or really say anything about what life is going to look like after we leave camp, but I do need you to sit on those two facts. I would never hurt you. And I like you. Can you do that for me?”

She nods her head. “Yes, I can do that.”

“Good,” I answer and then bring my hand down to the waistband of her shorts. “Now, spread your legs.”

“What?” she asks.

I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “Spread your legs.” I undo the button and zipper on her jean shorts and then pull her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just her bra.

“Wilder,” she says in shock.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” I say. “You have all the control, Pips.” I kiss the side of her cheek. “Tell me no.” I drag my hand up to her breasts, where I wait for her to stop me, for her to ask for her shirt back, but when she doesn’t, I pull on the cup of her bra and release one of her breasts. I stare down at her over her shoulder and marvel at her hardened nipple. “These fucking tits. I’m addicted.”

I pass my thumb over the hard nub a few times while my other hand runs along the waistline of her underwear. Her body sinks into mine, and I love the comfort she finds in being with me. The trust she has that I was able to win because of my care, because of my patience.

With my index finger and my thumb, I roll her nipple, pinching ever so slightly and causing her to lift her chest and moan.

“Yes, Wilder.”

“Fuck, I love how responsive you are.” I bring my lips to her neck, and I suck on the spot below her ear while I continue to play with her nipple, circling around it, flicking it, and then pinching it. She brings her hand to the back of my neck, and she holds on as she raises her chest and then lets it fall, her breath taking control.

“More,” she says.

“You wet?”