Chapter 41 Camping
Camping
The rest of the day goes by so fast. We’ve showered, eaten dinner by the fire, and now I’m feeling warm—partly from the flames, partly from the couple of glasses of wine I had.
We’re roasting marshmallows now. Well… attempting too. So far, we’ve either burnt them or barely cooked them at all. I’m happy to eat them as they are, so it doesn’t phase me.
“Far out, this sucks! I didn’t realise it was so hard cooking marshmallows. I swear when I was a kid it was easier, or maybe I just didn’t care back then.” Lucas says as he pulls another burnt marshmallow off his skewer.
“Chill baby. Just do what I’m doing and eat them like this.” I take a marshmallow from the bag and plop it in my mouth.
“No, you’re rawdogging it.” He laughs at me.
“I’ll rawdog you.” I look him dead in the eyes, then burst out with laughter. “Sorry, that was kind of gross. That word I mean. You going bare, not gross.”
He doesn’t say anything at first just pulls me onto his lap and gives me a soft kiss that tastes sweet, like sugar and wine.
“Rawdog, bareback, doggy. I don’t care. I’ll do you whatever way you want, baby.
” His mouth captures mine again, deeper this time.
I shift to straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair.
I trail kisses down to his neck, nibbling gently, sending goosebumps down his spine.
“Let’s go to the tent then.” I stand, tugging him up with me. He follows, his fingers laced with mine as we walk hand in hand. He helps me up the ladder to our rooftop tent, smacking my ass on the way.
“I fucking love your ass,” he grunts.
“Ditto.” I say, glancing back with a sultry look. He lets out a low chuckle.
At the top, he leans over me, kissing me again. His hands slide beneath my singlet, lifting it off, followed by my shorts and underwear. The way he looks at me? It lights me up. Heat pools low as he starts to touch between my thighs.
I let out a soft moan, but he quickly covers my mouth with his.
“Remember? Super quiet Angel?”
I nod, kissing him back hard, biting his bottom lip as his fingers stroke me deeper. He finds the spot and it sends me spiraling, coming undone in his arms.
I close my eyes, breathing through it, clawing gently at his back as I ride the waves.
He keeps kissing me until my breathing slows.
Once I catch it, I sit up and tug at the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down. I run my hand down his chest, past his abs and to that deep V, then wrap my fingers around him, giving him a few long strokes before bringing him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my hair as I take him deeper.
I pull away—reluctantly—and turn, pressing my chest to the mattress and lifting my ass in invitation.
He leans in, kissing and softly biting my cheek, then licking slowly over both entrances, making me bite into the pillow to keep quiet.
I’m so goddamn turned on right now.
After a few teasing strokes, I feel the head of his cock press against me.
“Quiet, remember?” he says again.
I nod eagerly as he slowly pushes in, stretching me open.
He sets a perfect rhythm—deep and just rough enough—and this position?
It hits so good.
“Faster,” I moan into my arm.
He smacks my ass lightly and quickens his pace.
“Camille… watching you from this angle—I’m not gonna last. It feels too fucking good,” he stutters.
“I want you to come inside me, Lucas.”
He leans over me, his hand grabbing my breasts then moving to slip between my thighs, rubbing my clit. His other hand braces beside me. He kisses my neck, still moving fast and deep.
I come again, harder this time—stars behind my eyes, legs trembling.
He holds my thighs and keeps going until I feel him swell inside me, warmth spilling into me as he groans my name.
When he’s done, he collapses into me, careful to keep most of his weight off. Then he rolls us onto our backs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I didn’t realise how tired I was, but after a day in the sun—and that—I’m done.
I stay right where I am. Naked. Messy. Satisfied.
And I fall asleep.
There is no sleep in the next morning, the summer sunrise shining into the tent bright and early. I’m suddenly thankful for the fans we have set up in here now the sun is beating down on the canvas.
I honestly don’t know how Danielle lives like this. I mean I love camping, but nothing compares to sleeping in a proper bed and block out blinds. I feel like a pampered princess even thinking it. But man, my back hurts from sleeping on this mattress.
Lucas shifts next to me, turning to face me with a wide smile before pressing a kiss to my lips
“Good morning.” I say as I pull away.
“With you here, it is. But fuck, my back hurts. I’m either getting old or I’m way too used to my bed at home.” He rubs his spine.
“Yeah, probably just because you’re old.” I giggle as he pokes me in the ribs and starts to tickle me.
“Stop. Fine, fine. I submit. I’m the same. I think it’s definitely the mattress.” I pat the hard thing we slept on. “Although… my back could be sore for other reasons.” I glance pointedly at his morning wood.
“Well if that’s the reason, be prepared for it to ache.” He kisses me hard.
We eventually make our way down from the tent. Packing it up slowly as we go. I take one last shower before we pack that away too. We have our breakfast before we finish cleaning everything else up. We go for another drive along the beach before we head back home.
When we make it back to town, I realise why I am feeling so tired.
“Can we please stop for a coffee somewhere before we go home?” I beg.
“We have a machine at home?”
“I know. But I’m craving one of those fancy ones that Gloria’s does. Please.” I give him puppy dog eyes to try get my way. And because he secretly loves me, he pulls into Gloria’s.
We sit at one of the small tables that overlooks the beach while we wait for our coffees.
“Thank you so much for this weekend. I had so much fun. I really miss being outdoors like that.”
He rests his hand on my thigh. “You’re so welcome. I had fun too. Next, I’ll take you out on the boat.”
I go to say something but we’re interrupted by an attractive couple approaching the table.
A petite brunette with brown eyes, and a tall dark haired man who’s holding a phone to his ear.
“Lucas?” she stops in front of us, grinning.
He lights up. “Nicole!” He stands out of his chair and gives her a warm hug, and something softens in me at the way his hand rests protectively on her back.
Lucas looks to the man next to Nicole. “Derick.” The man whom I’m assuming is Derick, just gives Lucas a nod before he points to his phone and turns away.
“Don’t worry about him, he’s on an “important phone call” apparently.”
She glances at me with open curiosity, then back at her brother.
“You going to introduce me or what?”
Lucas laughs. “Right—this is Camille. Camille this is Nicole. My baby sister.”
I smile and hold out my hand. “Nice to meet you.” She doesn’t shake it and gives me a hug instead.
“So you’re the one he hasn’t shut up about.”
“Nicole,” Lucas groans.
Nicole shrugs. “What? You’ve barely been home lately, and when you are, all I hear is Camille this, Camille that. It’s nice to put a face to the name.”
“Well, now that you have,” Lucas says dryly, “maybe leave out the embarrassing stories.”
“Not a chance.” She turns her attention back to me. “We’re having family dinner out at the farm Friday night. You should come.”
“Oh, I—” I start, caught off guard.
“Come on,” Lucas says, eyes warm on mine. “We’ll have food, drinks, maybe a bonfire. It’s chill. And you’ll get to meet the rest of the family.” I bite my lip. It sounds… nice. A real family. Something I haven’t had in a long time.
“Okay,” I smile. “Yeah. I’d love to.”
Nicole beams. “Great. Don’t let him bail.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I glance at Lucas.