Chapter 17
Taylor
I’m not a glamper. Seriously. I swear. Today’s just a special occasion.
Which means I’m dragging this big ass collapsable cart through the woods like a woman who would be the first to die in a slasher film.
The ground is uneven and muddy. I’m in my favorite set of work boots and a sundress.
My cart is filled with candles, wine, blankets, pillows, and a big fat jar of dill pickles.
What can I say? When there’s an opportunity to dance around a bonfire under a full moon in the middle of the woods, I like to go all out.
Conner won’t have any of this stuff with him because he’s a minimalist when it comes to the great outdoors.
He probably just brought a small tent, a sleeping bag, and a lantern.
I smell the campfire before I see it, but as I get closer…
What the hell? Shit, I must have taken a wrong turn because there is no way on this green earth that what I’m looking at is Conner’s campsite.
Twinkle lights adorn an enormous tent. There’s a bonfire already going and tiki torches set around the whole thing. Music’s playing too. This can’t possibly be his place. I must have followed the wrong path.
Pulling my cell out to double check his location, a branch snaps behind me.
“You scared the shit outta me,” Conner says, holding a pile of wood in his arms. “Damnit, woman.”
“Did you think the jingle monster was out to get you?” I flick the bell on my hip that’s supposed to deter bears.
“I told you to text before you came because I didn’t want you walking alone in the woods.”
“Meh. It’s fine. I walk these woods all the time by myself.” Before he can argue further, my focus pivots to the campsite. Pointing at the glamorous set up, my jaw hits the ground.
“Close that pretty mouth before I stuff it with a pickle.” He somehow balances the wood in his arms and tries to snag the cart handle from me.
“I’ve got it.” He doesn’t like that I’m fighting him on this but doesn’t argue about it either. Once I drag the cart into the clearing, the whole setup comes into view. It’s incredible. “I had no idea you went bougie, Con.”
He dumps the wood on the ground and wipes his hands on his cargo pants. “I’m not bougie.”
“No?” My hand runs along the twinkle lights. “So, this is to keep bugs out then?”
He rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to…” He lets out a big exhale and runs his hand through his curly hair. “Too much?”
“No such thing as too much when you’re talking twinkle lights.”
Conner leans down and kisses me swiftly on the mouth before grabbing my cart and wheeling it around to the other side of the tent. “This don’t look like pizza.”
“I made sandwiches instead.”
“Ohhhh, you got some nerve calling me the bougie one.” He holds up a pillar candle. Then another. And another. “Damn, are you trying to start a forest fire?”
“They’re battery operated and no. I just…” And now I understand exactly how he feels. “Too much?”
“When talking about battery operated candles, can a girl really have too many?”
See? He gets me.
The slight tension I thought was there between us lifts. “I reinforced the area a bit,” he explains. “Had some baby bears sniffing around here while I was gone today. Figured the lights, fire, and music would keep them away.”
“This is all for the bears, then.” I smile. “Just to be clear.”
“Yeah. For sure. No other reason at all.”
“My candles are to scare away cryptids.” I nonchalantly drop my ass into a chair by the fire.
“I thought you liked Mothman.” He sits next to me, and we both face the stream.
“I do. It’s his cousins I worry about.”
“Got it.” He nods. “So, we’re good then. All covered. Totally safe.”
“Definitely.”
Conner’s leg bounces nervously. “What about that bottle of wine?”
“Oh, that’s to hit you in the head with when you try to turn into a werewolf later.”
He busts out laughing and the birds by the stream take flight. Conner grabs my hand and tugs it. “Come here.”
I practically roll out of my chair and end up straddling his lap. His big hands cover most of my ass. The smile on his face is so pretty. He’s got these semi-full lips and a strong jaw, but his honey quartz brown eyes are my weakness. It’s easy to be mesmerized by him.
“This feels surreal,” I whisper before kissing him. His tongue slowly delves into my mouth and it’s like we’ve kissed a million times and never at the same time. It’s familiar yet foreign. Brand-new and lifetimes old.
“I’m terrified this is all a dream,” he says when we break away. “Or that I’m going to fuck it up.”
“You can’t fuck us up.”
His jaw sets and his smile is tight. Guess he disagrees with me but doesn’t want to get into it. That’s fine. I’d much rather make out than fight.
Pulling up his shirt, I playfully skate my fingers all over his skin. “Your thirst traps don’t do your body justice.”
He chuckles against my lips before kissing me again. “Watch those, do you?”
“Sometimes.” I tug his shirt off. “When I need relief.”
Conner’s eyes flash as it dawns on him. “And… how often do you need relief?” His hands lift my dress up over my hips so he can cup my ass.
“A lot.”
Our mouths crash together and we’re kissing like our lives depend on it.
Conner stands up and I wrap my arms and legs around him like a koala.
Carrying me towards his tent feels like a whirlwind.
Then it comes to a standstill when he can’t get the zipper to work.
Struggling with that while holding and kissing me goes haywire fast.
“God damnit,” he growls. “The thing’s stuck!”
Unlatching myself, my boots hit the ground, and I step out of his way.
“Shit.” He gets madder at the tent. “Cockblocking no good cheap ass piece of shit!” He yanks the zipper one more time and it finally releases. “Shooo. Finally.”
Without wasting another second, he grabs my waist and walks backwards into the tent, taking me with him. He starts fighting with the zipper to get it closed again. “Holy shit, this damn thing is… ah. There we go.” Triumphantly, he spins around and his smile falls along with his jaw.
My sundress is on the ground. And since I’d already kicked off my boots outside while he fought the zipper, I’m ready to go.
He’s on me in a flash. “This is the best day of my goddamn life.”
We’re like two crazed animals in rutting season. My hands roam over every inch of skin I can touch, and his hands seem even hungrier.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Conner suddenly pulls back, breathless. “We need to go slow. I can’t ruin this.”
Again, with the insecurities.
“Conner, I think as far as romance speed, we’ve gone as slow as humanly possible, don’t you think?”
He dramatically counts all the years we’ve yearned for each other and then nods. “Yeah. You’re right.” His mouth is on mine again and he’s tugging on the fly of his pants.
It’s stuck.
“Fuck my life,” he groans, trying to pull it harder. “What’s up with all this zipper hate today?”
Giggling, I drop to my knees and bat his hands away. “Let me do it.”
It’s no trouble at all to flick the button and slide down his zipper.
And pulling Conner’s pants off is something I take my time with.
His solid ass is what I relish first. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.
” I knead his cheeks and spank one. Then I move onto his thick thighs.
They’re like two sturdy tree trunks with all the hard work he does daily.
His boxer briefs struggle to hold his erection against his body.
Not giving that part of him my full attention yet, I drop my gaze at his boots and unlace each one.
Conner kicks them off and steps out of his pants in uncoordinated movements while I remain on my knees in front of him.
My heart’s galloping.
Running my fingers up his thighs again, I notice he’s shaking a little. I wonder if it’s from nervousness or need. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly peel them down. His cock juts out, making my mouth water.
“You have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.
” Dragging my tongue from base to tip, I thoroughly worship it.
“So veiny.” I lick him again. “So silky.” I suck on the fat head of it.
“It feels so good in my mouth.” Even if it hurts my jaw to open up so wide to take him, it still feels good.
The heat of it on my tongue. The scent. The way it tastes.
“You’re divine, Conner.” Keeping my attention on his cock, I worship it.
Because this is my kink.
Worshipping has always been my thing. Except I can’t seem to stay fixated on just one body part with this man. Everything my eyes land on becomes my new obsession.
“God, I love your thighs. They’re so strong. Hard.” I scrape my nails down them, running my hands up and down his taut muscles. “You smell so good, Conner.” I dip down and suck on one of his balls, inhaling his scent.
This shouldn’t be so hot. Why do his balls smell this good? It’s musky and a little like pine needles but there’s a sweetness to it too. It smells like him. It smells like I need him. It smells like we should rut all over these woods right now.
“Holy shit, Taylor.” His voice cracks. “This… you…”
When he abruptly takes a step back, his ball pops out of my mouth and I pout. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t bust a nut this fast.”
“Then hold back.” I crawl forward and reach for his dick again.
He stumbles away from me, accidentally bopping into the tent wall and falls backwards. The tent pitches, the stakes in the ground must give way, because the whole enclosure starts to pitch and bend.
He’s naked, on his ass, eyes wide with panic. And now the tent’s half-undone.
I don’t care.
Crawling over, I corner him against the busted tent so he can’t get away from me this time. “Let me worship you, Con.”
I suck on his nipple, his neck, and his earlobe as I get situated on his lap. All the groans and moans he’s making have me desperate to come. I slide my pussy along his dick while I focus on his mouth. “You have a pretty mouth. So soft, and full… so goddamn fuckable.”