“I’m consuming those complimentary beverages without a service, Miles.” She waggles her head back and forth with some serious sass. “That’s basically just as bad as thieving.”
I laugh at her choice of words, then narrow my eyes and reply through clenched teeth, “Such a cold, hard criminal.”
She narrows her eyes back at me, clearly not enjoying my sarcasm. “Fine, I’ll do it, but you have to do it with me.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I’ll be naked,” she replies, taking her shirt off and flinging it at me. When the fabric falls down from my face, I see the complete outline of her nipple through the sheer pink bra she has on.
When I see my hickey, my dick jumps to life. “Fair point.”
I stand, and we both make our way down the path toward the water to our earlier fishing spot on the boulder. It’s a perfect jumping-off point.
Mercedes takes a deep breath in and ditches her shorts and flip-flops, kicking them off behind her, her arms crossed in front of herself for warmth as she stands before me, slightly hunched in a matching pink panty set.
I reach back and yank my shirt off over my head and toss it over by her shorts. She eyes me brazenly and waggles her brows at my package. “Jeans too, buster.”
“Buster,” I mimic her word with a shake of my head and push the denim down off my legs and kick it off along with my shoes.
She reaches back and unclasps her bra, flinging it over with the rest of our stuff. She’s no longer hunched and hiding now, though. She’s standing proud and poised, perfectly at ease with herself as she bends over and slides her panties off.
When she rights herself, my jaw is slack. The moonlight, the sound of the water, and the view of her completely naked, red hair blowing in the night breeze…it’s too much. It’s too sexy. It’s fucking dream-worthy.
“Come on now. We’ve come this far,” she says, pointing down at my boxers.
Mindlessly, I push them down, my eyes still completely locked on her.
She glances down. “Is that going to hurt when you jump in the water?”
I shake my head. “Not if you hold it.”
She laughs, and Jesus Christ, she actually gets more beautiful at this moment. And without a look back, she runs and jumps off the boulder and into the water.
No graceful dive.
No demure leap.
She fucking cannonballs like the original, magnetic, real girl she is.
I dive in after her and take three hard strokes to get to her. I pull her into my arms, her hard nipples brushing against my chest as she wraps her legs tightly around my hips.
She folds her hands behind my neck and kisses me sweetly, giving me just a tiny sample of her tongue as I tread water and turn us in circles. She pulls back with a smile and lets go of my shoulders as she stretches her upper body backward to float. Her arms are fanned out wide. Her bare, beautiful breasts shiny in the moonlight. She’s stunning.
My bare dick is hard and pushed up between us, but I’m not thinking about fucking her right now. All I’m thinking about is how quickly I’m liking this girl. About how confusing these feelings are for me because even though she’s so cool and awesome and sexy and fun, I still don’t know if I’m ready for more. My heart and my head are at complete odds with each other, and I don’t know which one knows best.
My heart says, yes, take more, take a lot more. She’s perfect!
But my head says, as soon as you do, everything will change, and you’ll be inviting drama right back into your life. Just like before.
“Mercedes,” I husk her name, and her head lifts up from the water, all her strands slicked back perfectly, her blue eyes wide and curious. “Do you feel like—”
“Did you feel that?” she asks, her face bending in a weird, pained way.
“Feel what?” I ask, hopeful that maybe she’s having the same confusing thoughts as I am, and we can talk them out together.
And then the floodgates open.
Literally, it starts pouring rain on us.
“Oh my God, that rain is freezing!” she squeals, unwrapping her legs from me and sinking down into the water as deep as she can so only her face is out.
“No shit.” I squint, looking up at the sky. “I never saw rain in the forecast.”
“Should we just stay in the water until it passes?” she shouts, because the downpour on the lake water is deafening now.
A flash of lightning illuminates us both in the darkness, and I shake my head. “Bad idea. We gotta get out.”
She nods, and we both swim to the shore and pad carefully up the rocks to our soaking wet clothes.
She struggles with her soaked clothes, then shouts, “Fuck it, let’s make a run for it. No one will be walking out in this.”
I nod and place my hand on the small of her back to guide her through the trees and back to the trail we walked down on. It’s a muddy, slippery mess, but we manage to make it back to our tent without taking a tumble, thank fuck. That would have hurt, being butt-ass naked.
We rush inside the tent, and the rain is still deafening as it pounds against the thin nylon. But we’re kneeling in front of each other so close, we can hear our ragged breaths, heavy and labored from our climb. Adrenaline coursing through our bodies from the storm outside.
It’s overwhelming in the smallness of the tent. It takes up all the air and space and funnels in tightly around us like a spring-loaded coil, ready to explode.
Our eyes meet, and just as there’s a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning, we slam into each other, like two storm clouds colliding in the starless sky.
My arms wind around her waist, and I kiss her with my tongue as deep as she can take. Her hands are all over me—on my face, my arms, my head, my back. She can’t get enough. It’s like she’s trying to feel every square inch of my body, and I want to give it all to her.
We’re a mess of rain, mud, and lake water, but it doesn’t stop me from falling back onto the mattress pad and taking her with me. Her thighs are shaking under my hands as they spread over the top of me. My red, throbbing cock bulges up between us as I put my hands on her ass and squeeze her to me.
“Take me inside you, babe,” I state, voice ragged, nearly lost in the rain. “Take me as deep as you can.”
She nods and looks over in the dark at the tipped over box of condoms we left out this afternoon. She shakily grabs one and opens it up to roll it down my length.
Rising up on her knees, she positions me perfectly before dropping down and impaling herself in one, glorious motion. My fingers bite into her hips, and she uses my wrists for balance as she grinds into me, waiting for her body to adjust to the fullness.
She rears back and slams down again, crying my name as she throws her head up to the sky.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Her wet hair and naked body, her arched back and flushed skin. It’s all more beautiful than the lake and the mountains. The trees and the moon. Mercedes riding me is more beautiful than pretty much anything I’ve ever laid eyes on.
You know that saying, rode hard and put away wet? Well, that’s me when I wake up the next morning to birds chirping and the sun shining. The tent is about half as warm as usual because I don’t have a huge hulk of a man sleeping next to me. But I can hear Miles outside, making the noises of breakfast, so obviously he’s not hemorrhaging blood from chewing his arm off or something.