Chapter 16
Rhett
The moon is illuminated and hangs high in the sky. The several thousand of stars shining bright alongside it create a spectacular picture.
With our legs dangling off Emmylou’s tailgate and the view of the nighttime skyline looming before us, Carina drops her head against my arm. I kiss it with tenderness. It’s so quiet all around us expect for the chirping of crickets. It’s still warm, but the breeze cools things off.
Another perfect evenin’ in my neck of the woods.
“I can’t believe you get to enjoy this every single night.” Her voice breaks the silence.
“And so can you as long as you’re down here.”
“I should sit out on my front porch more often at the end of the day. I have to make a habit of it.”
“I spend as much time as I can outside. Nature calms me.”
“I can see why.”
“You’re enjoying our first date?”
“Absolutely!”
“So it’s all good… even if I didn’t take you to a fancy restaurant?”
“You can remember an exceptional meal for a few days—a few weeks, maybe—but I’ll never forget spending an evening gazing at the moon and stars. The company is pretty amazing as well.”
I couldn’t ask for more.
“I doubt I’ll forget our first date either,” I say.
She looks up at me, a shy smile teasing her lips. “You’re the perfect combination of sweet and rugged.”
“And don’t you ever forget it, missy.”
“And you’re funny.”
“I think you forgot sexy. Unless you want to use hot, which I’m not averse to.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “That goes without saying.”
We ate like royalty. It’s no surprise Carina won the Food Network competition. She’s an outstanding cook. I stuffed myself silly with those one-bite tarts. Knowing she prepared all this for me, makes me like her even more.
Now, we get to enjoy what Summerville has to offer.
Along with all the food she brought, Carina also packed a change of clothes. Smart idea. As sexy as the dress was on her, I’m glad she was able to slip into something more comfortable. She kicked off her sandals a long time ago and I did the same with my boots.
“I’ve always turned my nose up at camping, but I can handle this,” she says.
I let my gaze linger on her gorgeous face. “I figured this was more manageable for a city girl.”
“Good call. The only experience I have camping is when I was a kid. The triplets—”
“Your parents have eight kids including a set of triplets?”
“They were trying for one more, but ended with three rambunctious boys instead. I’m the golden child, obviously.” She grins.
“It goes without saying.” I grin back.
“The triplets are six years older than me, so they were young enough to be willing to play with me. Dad would put up a tent in the backyard and we’d sleep there with a bunch of the younger cousins who lived on the same street.”
“Must be something else to always have someone to play with.”
“I never considered that before.”
“When you’re an only child, you have a lot of imaginary friends. That number doubles when you become an orphan… even when you were blessed with a great adoptive ma.”
“Wow, we had such opposite childhoods.”
“And yet, here we are. You know what they say?”
“What?”
“If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”
She narrows her gaze at me. “I’ve been down here long enough to know that’s a song. You’re not such a poet after all.”
I laugh. “You’re charming the Wranglers right off me. I might have to keep you.”
“Have you seduced a lot of women in the back of your truck like this?”
I have everything set up real nice. I’ve laid out tons of thick blankets and pillows on the flatbed of my truck. We’ll sleep under the stars instead of under a tent. It’s not a 5-star hotel. It’s a trillion-star much better in my opinion.
We’re parked on the camping grounds in a spot that’s removed from the campers and pack of tents. There aren’t as many trucks as usual. We still have company, but it isn’t crowded like I’ve seen it in the past.
I look down at her to answer her question. “Only the gorgeous ones with blue eyes who have some Italian and some Irish American in them.”
She swats my arm. “You’re adorable.”
I laugh and pull her closer to me.
“You know kissing a small-town boy under a full moon brings you a lifetime of good luck?”
She slides a suspicious glance my way. “Says who?”
“You folks up in New York––or LA––might not know about it, but it’s common knowledge down here, passed on from generation to generation.”
“Is that so?”
My lips graze hers. “It’s a semi-scientific fact.”
“Prove it.”
She challenges my bullshit with a playful tilt of her lips.
The heated look in her eyes brands me.
I’m turned the fuck on.
Am I ever grateful April suggested I drop by Happy Belly when she did.
“If you insist,” I say before lowering Carina onto the blanket. The second her back hits it, I nestle my face into the crook of her neck.
“That tickles.” She giggles, as I caress her skin with the stubble dusting my jaw.
“What? This?”
I do it again.
“Stop it, you brute.” She giggles harder. I think I’m addicted to her laugh. “Isn’t this theory about kissing?”
“It is, but I need to make sure you’re okay first. Nothing’s biting your back from under the blankets?”
She shakes her head. “I just need your lips against mine… in the name of science, of course.”
A smile breaks out on my face. “We can fix that real quick.”
I lean into a kiss, needing to feel our tongues dance together. Her mouth opens to me on a soft sigh. My tongue slides against hers, and she moans, pulling me closer to her.
“I want you so much, Rhett.” Her breathing is ragged, her tits rising and falling underneath her t-shirt.
She got rid of her bra a while back. Her stunning rock-hard peaks are tight buds poking against the fabric, and they have my mouth watering. If I could demand she walks around topless all day, I would. Tits like hers should never be covered.
Fuck, I’m going to explode.
“I want you too,” I say in a near whisper. I wedge my thigh between hers, grinding my cock against her hip.
“You’re so hard.”
“Every time I’m around you, I’m turned on like a light switch.”
She lets out a sigh of delight. “You make me feel so sexy.”
“Nah, you were born sexy.”
“I want to feel your body against mine.”
“You are.”
“I mean, your skin. Your heat.”
I run my palm between her thighs.
She purrs squeezing them against my hand.
“We can’t get you all kinds of naked and freaky out here or we’re likely to end up in jail, but I can still take care of my girl.” I grab one of the blankets and cover our bodies. “It might get a little warm under this, but at least it’ll shield us.”
“Okay.” She smiles.
My hand travels down the length of her soft stomach and past her shorts until I reach between her legs. When I pull the damp fabric of her lacy panties to the side, she spreads her legs for me.
The heady smell of her pussy makes me fucking drunk.
“You’re so wet,” I say against her neck, as my fingers trace circles around her pussy. “For me?”
“Just for you.”
My cock twitches at her words.
She opens her legs wider, giving me full access.
“You’re a greedy little one.”
I stare into her eyes as I move my fingers over her clit. I skate them over the tiny bundle of nerves, grinding my cock against the side of her curvy body.
Her blue eyes darken.
“Fuck, Carina.” Our mouths are only inches apart.
“This is too good.” She threads her fingers through my hair and closes her eyes.
“Eyes on me.”
“Please, I can’t… I just can’t.”
“You come when I tell you, with your eyes locked onto mine.”
“But—”
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
I resume my mission.
My fingers invade every part of her. She’s dripping so much, I have no doubt the blankets underneath her are soaking wet.
“Dear God. Oh, Rhett.”
I halt all movements. “Shhh, babe.”
“Sorry.”
Her words don’t match her actions. Carina gyrates her hips in circles, fucking herself against my fingers.
Fuck. “You think you’re going to get away with this?”
“I am.”
She’s so fucking beautiful taking her pleasure from me, I don’t have the heart to put an end to it. I can only admire her.
Shit.
My blood pumps hard and fast through my veins, as my arousal heightens.
I crush her lips in a blazing kiss, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth. She clamps her hands around my shoulders, tilts her hips forward, and goes for it.
Jesus Christ.
Despite the painful erection pressing into the zipper of my jeans, demanding to be let loose, this is all about her. I have to coax myself mentally not to come all over myself like an inexperienced teenager.
“God—” Her body goes rigid and she stops breathing.
She’s done.
“Come hard for me.”
“Yes—”
I swallow her climactic sobs.
Damn, that was hot.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her mouth.
“Open.” She does. “Lick.”
She flashes me an uncertain look.
I cock an eyebrow.
She gives me what I want.
I groan. “Fuck, that was beautiful.”
“I’ve never tasted myself like that before.”
“I popped your cherry.” I stick my fingers into her pussy again, scoop up more of her juices and bring my hand to my mouth. It’s my turn to lick my fingers clean, making lewd noises as I do.
She tastes so fucking good.
Her lashes flutter like crazy. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I can’t put my mouth on your pussy without putting both of us in a compromising situation. This is the second best thing.”
She blinks.
I chuckle and pull her closer to me.
We stay wrapped into each other for a long while.
“What about you?” she says after a few long minutes.
“We can’t. Not here.”
“But I feel bad for not reciprocating.”
“Nonsense,” I tap the tip of her nose.
“Okay.” She nestles into me, wrapping her arm tighter around my neck. “You’re turning me into an exhibitionist.”
“Nah. Wait ‘til you’re naked with your tits hanging loose, swinging from left to right while you’re bent over a stack of hay, and I’m balls deep, fucking your hot dripping pussy while we’re outdoors. Then, and only then, will you be a bona fide exhibitionist.”
She gasps. “Good Lord. I’d never have the guts to do that.”
“Did you ever think your guy would be finger-fucking you in the back of his truck under the stars? And you’d go along with it without an ounce of shame, chasing after your own pleasure?”
She shakes her head.
“There’s still so far for you to go, darlin’”
“So much to learn,” she says with another headshake.
“This might involve several––and I mean, several––intensive training sessions, but I’ll guide you through it all.”
“You’d sacrifice yourself for me?” She’s onto me.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”