Page 2 of To the Moon and Back

I squealed. “I am ready, I told you that.” My heart was tripping along, and I was lightheaded with excitement and anticipation. “My rucksack is in my bedroom.”

“I’ll help you with it,” Nial said, not waiting for an answer and heading to the stairs.

I followed him up, going slower as he took them two at a time, his legs being so long it was no effort for him.

Once in my bedroom he drew the curtains open and released the sunlight that had been battling to break through. “These been shut since I stayed over?”

“Cheeky bugger, no they haven’t. I just haven’t got around to it today.” I gestured to the rucksack. “I’ve been packing.” I shoved a few hair bands in, and the bottle of sun protection.

Suddenly he was behind me, his arms sneaking around my waist. His hot torso pressed against the bare skin on my shoulders, and his warm breath blew at my ear. “It was fun, that night, when I stayed over.”

I reached behind myself and cupped his nape, held him close. “Yeah, it was.”

He kissed my neck, sending a shiver of desire through my chest to my belly, then lower still.

“We should do that again,” he murmured.

“I wouldn’t complain.” I fluttered my eyes closed, remembering how halfway through our shag he’d flipped me over, put his cock in my ass and used a small vibrator on my clit. The orgasm had been wild. I’d forgotten about everything else but the darkly erotic sensations he’d created. We’d both come spectacularly, so much so the neighbors had banged on the wall and shouted for us to shut the fuck up.

My cheeks flushed as I remembered the next day. I’d been hanging out the washing in my small back garden when I’d spotted Mrs Jenson over the low fence. She’d given me a look that said ‘I know what you were doing last night’ and I’d scurried back inside feeling like my mother had caught me at it.

Nial laughed and slipped his hand up the inside of my vest top. “Your neighbors might complain again though.” He squeezed my right breast.

“So whisk me away to a fancy hotel where no one can hear my cries of pleasure.”

“What do you think we’re doing tonight? Me…you…Rich…” He’d punctuated the last three words with kisses. “A tent, no one giving a crap about the noises coming from it.”

“Hey, we’re not going on a sex trip. This is a serious music festival, we’ve got gigs to see.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Lacy.”

I spun in his arms and he locked me in his embrace. “I mean it.”

“And so do I. It’s been a while since the three of us had bedtime fun.”

“A whole two weeks.” I raised my eyebrows.

“Like I said, it’s been a while. Rich and I have plans.”

“Which are?” I couldn’t deny I was both intrigued and excited. Hot, sweaty, naked fun with Nial and Rich was always off-the-scale amazing.

“Ah.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “That is for us to know, and for you to find out.”

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“This pitch will do.” Rich dropped the huge bag that contained our three-berth tent. “It’s only a few minutes’ walk from the entrance to the main area, the burger van, and the loos.”

I wiped the back of my forearm over my perspiring brow and looked around. The sea of festivalgoers in various stages of setting up tents seemed to stretch for miles. In the far distance, England’s green hills rose and fell beneath a perfect cornflower-blue sky.

“Yeah, good call.” Nial shrugged and allowed his bulky rucksack to drop to the ground next to our cool box. “Who wants a beer?”

“Toss one here,” Rich said, peeling off his t-shirt and revealing the large eagle tattoo that spread over his right pec. It had its wings extended and legs outstretched with talons primed, as though about to pluck a mouse from the ground.

I licked my lips. Rich was, like Nial, in great shape and his six pack was already drawing glances from a couple of girls walking past.

I dumped my bags down, linked my fingers with his and pressed a kiss to his cheek. A sudden rush of possessiveness had come over me and I couldn’t ignore it. “I’ll have a beer too.”

“You will?” He took a lock of my hair that had escaped my ponytail and hooked it over my ear. “That’s not like you.”

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