Chapter 55 Tent escapades
HART
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I EASE IN inch by inch, feeling her body give way around me.
We both gasp.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. My jaw tightens.
The nylon walls of our temporary sanctuary seem to close in around us, creating an intimate cocoon that shuts out the world.
I stop when I’m fully inside, buried deep, breathing hard against her neck, then I look at her.
Her chestnut hair spills across the fabric like a waterfall, framing her face in loose, tousled waves. Her eyes—those deep, hazel eyes—lock onto mine, burning with a hunger that mirrors my own.
For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Just feel.
Her warmth.
My pulse.
The closeness.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I groan.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“So do I.”
My hips start moving in a steady rhythm, slow, but heavy with each thrust. Fuck, she feels so damn good.
Her skin presses to mine, slick and warm, and I can’t get enough.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Her breasts are soft against my chest, her nipples brushing against my skin with every shallow breath. They’re hard, pebbled.
I feel her shiver as I press my lips to the hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin.
She tilts her head back, her breath hitching, and I kiss my way up to her mouth, our lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss.
Our tongues entwine in a slow, sensual dance, and I lose myself in the taste of her—sweet, urgent, and undeniably Jade.
The intimacy of it all is overwhelming—every sound amplified, every touch magnified, the soft hum of her breath as she whispers my name.
“Hart.”
I kiss her again, my lips pressing against hers with a hunger that’s been building for far too long. She melts into me, her body yielding to mine, her hands tangling in my hair. The kiss is deep, but content and just right.
Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, a current that starts at the base of my spine and radiates outward. Every gasp she makes hits me like fire.
Her back arches against me, chest pressing to mine. Feels so damn good.
The tent walls rustle softly. The world outside doesn’t exist.
Just her.
Just me.
Just this.
Her breaths grow heavier, her chest rising and falling in time with my thrusts. Her body tenses, her muscles tightening around me, and I know she’s close. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my core, threatening to unravel at any moment.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I groan, my head falling forward to rest against her shoulder.
“Fuck, Jade,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with need. “You feel so good.”
She responds with a soft moan, her hands moving to tangle in my hair, pulling me back up to meet her lips.
“Come with me.” My voice is rough with an edge of desperation.
She nods, her eyes locked on mine, her pupils dilated with desire.
I thrust harder, faster, urgent now. My orgasm explodes, and a wave of ecstasy crashes over me. My cock pulses deep inside her.
She shudders beneath me, her body tightening as she climaxes with me, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Hart,” she gasps, her voice a ragged whisper.
I hold her tight, our bodies trembling in unison.
As our breaths slow, I rest my forehead against hers, the sweat on our skin mingling, the warmth of her a stark contrast to the cool night air seeping through the tent walls.
Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips curved in a lazy, satisfied smile, and I can’t help but smile back, my chest swelling with a tenderness I can’t quite name.
“I love you, Jade.”
“I love you.”
I brush her hair from the sides of her face. “We should probably get some sleep.”
I lie here, my body still heavy with satisfaction, my mind wanders to the future, to the question hanging between us.
Where do we go from here?
I don’t know, and for the first time in a long time, I’m okay with that.
The tent’s warmth envelops us once more, the air heavy with possibility, the future unwritten. And for now, that’s enough.
I close my eyes and don’t open them until the first light of dawn filters through the thin nylon walls of the tent, casting a soft, golden hue over everything.
I stir, my senses awakening slowly to the warmth pressed against my front.
Jade.
Her body is a furnace of heat. Her curves mold perfectly to mine, my arms tightly around her body. Her ass, firm and rounded, nestles against my groin, and even in my half-awake state, I’m acutely aware of her. My cock stirs, trapped between us, already hardening.
She’s awake before me. I don’t have to see to know. I feel the press of her against my morning erection before I’m fully awake—a silent invitation.
My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light and pine air.
Her hips wiggle against me again.
I groan, and I hear the soft, appreciative sound she makes.
“Morning.” My voice thick with sleep and desire.
Her response is a soft hum, a vibration that travels down my chest and to my cock trapped between us, a rigid line of need.
She reaches back, her fingers brushing against my morning wood, gripping me firmly.
I hiss at the contact, my hips twitching involuntarily as she guides me, positioning me at her wet entrance. She’s already slick, her body ready for me.
She sinks down, and another groan escapes me, my head falling back against the pillow.
The sensation is overwhelming this early. Her walls tighten around me, a vice of heat and pressure that has me biting back a moan. Everything in me tightens.
Like my body had been waiting for this exact second-half-asleep, but already strung so tight I can barely breathe. She's warm, soft, and the way she exhales—like she needs this just as badly—only drives me deeper into it.
I start slow, trying to make it last, but my body has other plans.
The pressure builds fast.
Too fast.
I thrust again, deeper this time, and her body moves with mine, welcoming, knowing me like no one else does. My grip on her waist tightens as I roll my hips forward, again and again, each thrust faster than the last, rougher without meaning to be.
I hold it for a few more seconds, just a little longer, but it's no use. Every time I push into her, I lose a little more control. The way she clenches around me, the heat, the rhythm. We’re not easing into this. We're already there.
I thrust harder, chasing the edge I know I won't outrun.
My breaths turn shallow. I can feel it tight in my spine and burning low in my gut.
One more deep thrust.
Then another.
My pace stutters. I groan against her neck, barely holding on. And then it hits fast and inevitably.
I drive into her one final time, burying myself deep as everything pours out of me in a rush that leaves me shaking. It's quick—Lord, it’s fast—but it's real. So damn real.
Nothing filtered or slowed down, nothing touched by the noise of the day.
Just us.
Just her.
The quiet of the morning, her body against mine, the way she fits into me like she was made for it, like it's where I belong.
I'm not just waking up.
I woke up to her.
And somehow, that makes everything matter more.
“Your turn,” I say.
She kisses my hand. “That was for you.”
Fuck, her words make my cock twitch for more.
“We have to get ready. We have a big day.” She sits up slowly, and I can’t help but watch her. There’s something about the way she carries herself, even in this simple moment, that makes me want to memorize every little detail. Maybe it’s being apart and longing for her for so long.
She doesn’t notice me watching as she moves towards her clothes on the floor, but I’m captivated by the soft sway of her hips, the way her skin glows, and how she pulls on her shirt, the fabric tugging over her body in a way that makes my chest tighten.
She glances over her shoulder, catching my gaze. “You’re staring.” Her voice is still thick with sleep, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes.
“Guilty.” I give a smile that feels more honest than any I’ve worn in a while.
She laughs, then pulls on her pants.
It’s like I’m caught in a loop of wanting to savor every second of her getting dressed, every little movement of hers.
“I’m gonna grab some coffee and a shower.” She pulls on her last boot. “Are you coming?”
I sit up, stretching my arms, feeling the ache of sleep still hanging on my bones, but I don’t want to move just yet. I want to stay here, in this little slice of time. She starts to walk away, but I reach out, pulling her back gently by the wrist.
“Five more minutes,” I say, my voice hoarse with sleep.
She smiles and nods as she climbs back into bed with me, curling into my side.
Her head rests on my chest, and I feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing against me.
It’s peaceful. I let my hand rest on her back, tracing small circles as I let myself drift for just a moment longer.
I know we have a busy day ahead, but in this moment, all that matters is her warmth, the feeling of her close to me.
Eventually, we have to get up. The morning slips away, as mornings always do, and the quiet comfort of lying beside her is replaced with the hustle of the day ahead.
There’s a new lightness in it, an ease I haven’t felt in a while. I’m just happy to be with her, to share this small part of the day with her.
By late afternoon, we’re packing up the booths as the rodeo winds down. A tiredness settles in, but it’s the good kind. The kind that comes with hard work and the knowledge that the day is almost done.
We exchange small smiles as we break down the setup, moving in sync like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Once everything’s packed, we head back to the campsite, tired but content. The pressure of the event is behind us now, but tonight’s appreciation barbecue stretches ahead.
We’re the first to arrive at the campsite, and I decide it’s my turn to take advantage of opportunities like this.
“Come on.” I slip my hand in hers and we run to the camper.
I turn the latch, locking out my brothers.
“What are we doing?”
“Having a peaceful shower, not in the bathhouse.” I kick off my boots.
Her arms circle my neck. “Are you going to wash me again?”
“Absolutely.” I kiss her and pick her up at the same time.
Her legs wrap around my hips perfectly, and she peels off her shirt by the time we get to the shower. The tiny, one-person shower.
“I don’t remember these being so small.”
Dean’s a lying asshole. There ain’t no way he and Harper hooked up in this shower.
I let her slide to her feet. The disappointment is apparent with her little huff.
“You go first.” I step back, giving her space, though the last thing I want is distance between us. “I'll just... watch.”
She raises an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Watch, huh?" Her fingers play along the waistband of her jeans. "You sure you can handle that?”
I smirked. “I think I can manage.”
Bullshit.
I call bullshit on myself.
With a quick, almost playful glance, she strips down and steps into the shower.
I fist my hands at my side, biting the inside of my mouth as I watch her. The glass door fogs up with the steam almost immediately.
I stay where I was, leaning casually against the counter, eyes fixed on the shape of her behind the mist. Her face tilts up to the stream of water, her skin glistening under the flow.
“You okay out there?” Her voice is playful as ever.
“I’m fine,” I choke out.
She laughs. “Sure you are.”
I’m as hard as a damn rock if that’s what she wants to know.
She isn’t making it easy as she lathers her body with soap. I watch every movement, every gesture.
Her eyes flicker over to me, catching my gaze through the reflection of the foggy glass.
“Still good?” Her taunting smile speeds my heart.
I nod.
She slowly rubs the soap along her curves, her eyes never leaving mine.
I swallow, fighting the rush of heat and urge to join her. Her hair is next. The minutes feel like a slow torture.
I didn't move.
I didn't speak.
I just watch.
When she finishes, I hold out a towel. “Fuck, that was hot.”
She steps into the towel. “Your turn. Do you want me to watch?”
I can’t answer her. I strip, my erection springing free, and the water hits me like a blast.
I close my eyes, hands gripping the edges of the shower, letting the heat sink into my muscles.
I hear her move behind the glass, barely a whisper of sound, but I know she's there.
Watching.
I don’t turn around—can’t.
The steam thickens, clouds filling the small space.
I feel her eyes on me, every inch of her gaze crawling across my back, my shoulders. She doesn’t say anything.
I finish up quickly, fingers scrubbing through my hair, rinsing away the soap. When I step out, water dripping off my chest, she’s still there. Watching.
Without a word, I grab her wrist, pull her close. She doesn't fight it, lets me.
I lift her and carry her to the bedroom.
Her heart beats fast, and mine’s right there with it, pounding like a drum in my chest.
Without hesitation, I throw her onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, and her laughter is my entire being.