Page 12 of Only One Tent
And I had to stop thinking about him. “Never mind. You know what. Go sit somewhere else and stop bothering me.”
He added a smarmy chuckle to his smirk. “What if I don’t want to. Maybe I’d rather sit here and keep ruining your trip.”
I flipped him off, but then he shook his head as he got up and sat somewhere else. Then Danny caught my eye, and he frowned and shook his head. “Fucker,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t need his judgement.
Danny walked up the aisle and leaned toward me. “It wouldn’t kill you to be nicer to him. He is helping you out.”
“Who? Crow?” I acted like I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. “I’m nice. What’s not nice.”
He scowled at me but walked off, muttering, “Whatever.”
Good.
When we got back to camp, everyone split up and a lot of us got showers. I felt like I needed it after being in the water of the springs. Thankfully, there were several bathhouses throughout the grounds. But once I was all cleaned up, I had nothing to do until dinner. I went back to the campsite to maybe sneak in a quick nap.
But as I slid through the gap in the trees, Crow stood there in the middle of our site, drinking from a bottle of water. I felt like he was constantly in my face. I huffed and moved to go around him.
He stepped right in my way. “Hey, Sky.”
Fuck it. I sat at the picnic table beside the tent with my back against the table part. “What?”
“You look tired. Maybe you should take a quick nap. I’ll wake you in a few minutes.”
I lost my cool. Jumping up, I glared at him. “Do not tell me what to do.” And pointed with a jabby finger. “You’re not my daddy. You’re just a thorn in my side.” Even though I wanted a nap, I hated him telling me to take one. Yeah, logical. I guessed that went out the window when emotions were involved.
“I could be.”
What the fuck was he talking about. “A thorn?”
“Your daddy.” He gave me a sultry look that I might have had a little bit of a hard time resisting. But no. I needed to be pissed off and that look did not help. In a move that rivaled my stupidest moments of all time, I got in his face.
Sure, he was a little taller than me, but I did not care. “Stop it. Stop harassing me. Stop being nice. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Crow stepped forward, and I instinctively took a step back. His face was a mask of anger. Then I bumped into a tree, but he still kept coming. Did I push too far? Had he snapped?
He stared at me with his dark scowl, looking at the top of my head, my eyes, my mouth. Oh shit.
I could only imagine what he wanted. To kiss me? To throw me over his shoulder? To push me down on my knees? And why did my dick take notice?
But I hated him, right? How was I going to get through this trip? It was only the second day of six. I wanted to kill Crow and Danny for setting me up. I would have to walk into town or call an Uber. Mother fucker. If I ended up doing that, I was going to beat the shit out of Danny.
But no. Crow took a step back. “I hear you, Sky. Loud and clear.” Then he stormed off, leaving me completely unsure ofwhat I wanted. But I was hard as fucking wood—as the saying goes. And I hadn’t felt this needy in a long damn time. And I was pissed off about all of it.
I stormed into the tent and searched through my luggage for lube. Why hadn’t I brought any? Oh right, not expecting sex in the woods. There was a bottle of hand lotion on the supply table, though. That would work.
After squirting enough in my hand to do the job, I crawled into the other side of the tent and shoved my shorts down with one hand. Then I stroked my cock hard and fast. No time for bullshitting here. This was going to be ugly.
And I thought about all the things I didn’t want to think about.
How big was Crow’s cock? How would it feel inside me, stretching me? Or maybe shoved in my mouth and down my throat. Would he grip my hair and use me hard? I could see his eyes all aflame as he took me.
I spread my legs wider, tugged my balls, clenched my ass, and came like a fucking geyser with Crow’s fucking name on my lips.
Damn, I hated that guy.
It was burgers and dogs for dinner. I figured we would have at least one night with the traditional grilled food. And who didn’t love that? I did. I grabbed a plate and buns and doctored them up before standing in line at the grill stationed between the two RVs. After receiving one of each, I also plopped coleslaw and a handful of chips on my plate and went to find someone to sit with. After our little blow-up, I decided I needed to meet more people. I wasn’t going to spend this entire trip with Crow. No way.
Levi’s family were eating at a bench across the street, so I went there. It felt safe, and there were a few people I didn’t know at their table. “Hey, Levi. Can I join y’all?”
