Page 15 of Bittersweet

What?“We are not goingtogether!”

“No!” His eyes widen in alarm. “I just wanted to make you feel comfortable with it. That’sall.”

It’s weird. Peeing in public, with the man I’m crushing on so very close by is strange, no matter which way you look at it.I bet Kenna never had to pee on her first date with Matthew. She probably doesn’t pee atall.

“Okay. Wait here?” I ask, although where else he’d go is beyondme.

“Of course.” He nods, and I walk off the main path, following a small trail through thetrees.

Before long I can’t see the main path anymore. Pines tower above me and yuccas scratch at my feet as I head as far as I dare into the wilderness, mindful to keep walking in a straightline.

Finally, I feel far enough away that not only will Elio not be able to see, he won’t be able to hear, and I pop the button on my fly, thanking the lord that I always carry tissues in my purse for potential emergencies. Although then, what do I do with the usedtissue?

“Harder.Yes!”

Ifreeze.

What onearth. . .?

“We should be quiet. What if thecameras. . .?”

“Fuck the cameras! I need you. I need this,” a womanpants.

I look to the left, where the noise is comingfrom.

The leaves dance in the wind. Through the gaps, I glimpse a clearing just a few short feet away.Oh, God. Is that . . . is that Kenna andMatthew?

She’s pushed up against a tree. He’s taking her from behind, pumping into her with such force that her whole body shudders with each movement. The round globes of his ass are tanned and toned as he thrusts and thrusts andthrusts.

Kenna and Matthew are having sex in thewoods.

And I’m bearingwitness.

He pulls at her hair, laying kisses down her neck. She cries out in pleasure, clutching the tree as if it’s the only thing holding her upright, as if the ecstasy she’s feeling is too intense to be contained. It’s so wrong, watching them like this, but I can’t peel my eyes away. Something about it—these two perfect people having such lascivious, dirty sex—is hot. Toohot.

“Gonna come, baby. I’m gonna come inside your tight pussy,” Matthew calls, his voice hoarse with want. Withneed.

I press my legs closer together. I want Elio to take me like that, in the woods, pressed up against a tree. I want him to bend me over the counter in his kitchen, decorate my chest with whipped cream and feast until we’re both exhausted by pleasure, our bodies entirely sated. I want him to kiss my neck, to make love to me, to fuck me with the kind of urgency that can’t wait for private rooms and closed doors, that has to be done now, now,now.

“Yes!” Kennascreams.

“Romy?”

I spinaround.

Elio stands there, his cheeks red. “Sorry. I thought you were—you’ve been gone a while, and I’ve been calling, but I guess the wind musthave. . .”

“What the hell?” Kennascreeches.

“Who’s there, you filthy pervert? Come out,” Matthew shouts. Both of them stare in our direction, their bodies still joined at thehip.

They can’t see us—we’re mostly out of sight. I’m sure ofit.

But I don’t want to stick around to findout.

Elio’s eyes just about bug out of his head. “Isthat—”

“Come on!” I grab his hand. “Let’sgo.”

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