Page 138 of Wildest Dreams

I shove my free hand through my hair while I stare at the wooden structure, wondering if she’s being fucking serious, or if this is some kind of game that I don’t know how to play. I’m no good at games when it comes to women – I’ve always been candid from the outset, what you see is what you get. There’s no room for miscommunication because I will have already stated my intentions loud and clear.

Like when I first met Aisling and I told her that I wanted to date the fuck out of her – that I wanted to earn that pussy – I meant it. Same applies to when I was a senior in high school and everyone was just experimenting with hook-ups: we knew it from the outset, that it was just going to be a hook-up.

But now I’m confused. Does she want me to, like… follow her into the bathroom so that we can have a part two from this morning? ’Cause that sounds really fucking good to me. Or does she actually just want to go to bed? I mean, she saidI’ll see you in the morning, so that must be what she wanted, right?

I rub my hand down my jaw, knees bouncing as I decipher what she said.

There’s no way that she meant for me to follow her to the bathroom – it’s way too obvious, especially in front of her brother. But, at the same time, she did give me a kiss on the cheek, and she would obviously know that rubbing her tits on me would get me hungry for more.

Does she want me to go to her tent? Did she want me to sneak in there while no-one was looking?

It’s been around fifteen minutes by the time that I push up to my feet, having been unable to see her leave the bathroom because it’s so damn dark. Instead I clap my fist with Logan’s, grab my can, and then take another sip while I pull my phone out of my jeans.

I type out a quick text to Aisling saying:baby, I’m heading to my tent right now. Let me know if you want me to sneak over to yours – everyone’s buzzed, they won’t see a thing.

Then I push it back in my pocket and make my way to my edge of the site.

I kick off my boots as I reach my tent, draining the rest of my beer as I hunch low and unzip the door.

I pull back the fabric and immediately stumble forward.

“Holy fuck,” I rasp hoarsely, eyes wide as I take her in.

Because Aisling didn’t go to her tent. She came intomine. And she’s currently getting cosy on my sleeping bag wearing nothing but hiking socks, black lingerie, andmy fucking cap.

She drops the book that she had in her hands –mybook, for fuck’s sake – and sets herself up onto her elbows while scraping her tip-toes down my heaving chest.

I don’t even question it. Not wanting to draw any attention from the guys laughing loudly around the fire-pit I just crush the can in my fist, toss it, and then muscle my shoulders through the small unzipped door.

As soon as I’m inside I quickly yank the zipper shut and then Aisling is climbing up onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my shoulders when I duck down to kiss her.

I make a deep pleasured sound before pulling away and looking down at her. I pull my shirt off over my head, throwing it to the side before I grab her waist and pull her closer. Then I take the cap off her head and set it down on mine, twisting it backwards so that I can kiss her easier.

I cup both of my palms around her jaw, searching her eyes wildly before taking her mouth with mine.

“You planned this,” I rumble, hands roaming down to her ass and squeezing tight. “This morning, when I told you that I wanted you in my tent with me and you said no.”

I kiss her again, harder, and then give her a firm spank on the ass.

“Had me stressin’ all day, baby,” I rasp. “Had me pining for you across the damn fire-pit.”

“I’m an evil mastermind,” she teases breathlessly, one of her hands tugging roughly at my belt buckle.

I make a rough sound as I help her fumble that shit open.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful is what you are,” I murmur, hissing through my teeth when she works my jeans and boxer-briefs down my quads. My cock hangs long and hard between my thighs and I wrap my fist around the base, tossing quickly.

The campfire outside is the only source of light in the area and it lights up the orange tent way more brightly than I wasexpecting. Not wanting the guys to see our shadows in the firelight I wrap her thighs around my lap and push her firmly onto her back.

“Why’d you have a book on constellations?” she whispers, breathless and sparkly-eyed.

My cheeks heat the fuck up because obviously there’s only one reason why a guy who’s camping with a girl that he’s into would have bought a book on constellations.

I grunt quietly as I rub my shoulder against my jaw, willing away some of the heat rushing up my neck. She smiles up at me, gorgeous and pleased, and I growl roughly as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

“You know why,” I rumble, squeezing her ass when she giggles prettily.

“You wanted to woo me with your encyclopaedic knowledge of the constellations,” she whispers, chest heaving almost as fast as mine as I pull away to look down at her.

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