NINE
Cade
That certainly wasn’t how I wanted tonight to go.
Maybe I should have taken Rayne up on her offer to paddle out to Cushing Island, that way we could have spent another night together. Continuing what we started would have been magical, but it couldn’t beat spending time with her in any capacity.
As thrilled as I am that Rick wants to drop the Lazy from his name and take George’s spot on the crew, and that he got a series of jobs lined up in the area if we want them, I can’t stop wondering what I missed out on with Rayne tonight.
It’s fine, I know she had work she needed to catch up on, after spending the day with my family, but the what-ifs keep me awake every time an animal rustles through the underbrush outside my tent.
What-ifs with her and what can happen if I do stay here in Cedar Spring.
What if I give Rick another chance? Or Georgie?
Nope, too far, not happening. But Rick, he met a local construction crew, Ashwood I believe, they’re doing some mountaintop ski lodge expansion project and are looking for someone who can put decking in impossible places.
My mind can’t focus on any one thing at a time. I’ve barely given a second thought to the fact someone is on the island at this very moment, I saw the lights in the cabin sparkling faintly through the trees. Is it my family? Do they still own it? Would any of them remember me?
I can’t think about anything long enough to get anywhere, not when my thoughts keep bouncing back to Rayne. I’ve woken up a dozen times since nodding off a couple hours ago and I swear, I’ve been hard every time. Even my subconscious thoughts are all reverting back to her. I can’t say I mind.
Another fitful second of dozing is interrupted by an animal skittering by.
The drunken snores of my family are competing with the bullfrogs croaking in the nearby marsh and it’s damn near impossible to sleep through.
Someone’s tent is opening, I can hear the zipper.
Ten bucks says they whip it out and pee right there rather than walk all the way to the facilities.
“Good, you’re up.”
I’m not sure if I’m imagining her voice or if it’s leftover from the latest dream centered around Rayne. Because what else could I possibly dream about after doing what I did to her body?
There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep until I handle business, but I can’t, not with my relatives so close. I haven’t done that with them in the next room since I was in high school. They’ll hear me. Not like I moan my own name and spank my ass while going to town but the friction will-
“Holy fuck,” I moan, when Rayne’s luscious lips wrap around my cock, running her tongue up and down my shaft like she can’t decide if she wants to lick or suck so she settled on both.
I’m up now!
She’s really here.
Her mouth feels like heaven. Her fiery mane cascading around her face, pooling up on my hips is only adding to the sensation.
Before I can process what’s happening, she’s ripped off her shirt, my eyes watching her cleavage explode as she leans down to take me in her mouth again, the slick feel of her lip balm sliding her down my length without resistance.
It feels like I’m inside her sweet pussy, suction so tight I could swear I was.
Her sleep shorts are soaked when she straddles my leg, slowly gliding up me in a way that’s hard to tell if it’s deliberate. All I know is it is intoxicating. It’s everything.
She’s wearing a tiny Red Sox tank she wasn’t wearing earlier, the rosy peaks of her nipples showing through the sheer fabric so I don’t have to imagine what she looks like beneath it.
Her breasts heave against the material like they’re fighting their way through.
Every time she sits up to get a deep breath, I’m treated to the show of the century.
“You can’t do this to me, Rayne,” I whisper, terrified. If I thought tugging on my cock by myself was going to wake the entire campground, I don’t know what will happen with her absolutely torturing me.
“I have to, I’ve been doing it to myself all night and I got too lonely.
You can be quiet, can’t you?” she whispers, mouth inches from my cock, the puffs of air on her consonants leaving me seconds away from spilling my load.
She makes me set the pace, swallowing me so slowly I have no choice but to press up to meet her like a fiend in search of my next fix.
I struggle not to writhe against her mouth, nodding my head up and down instead of trying to speak a coherent confirmation.
I don’t know if words could work at a moment like this.
Instead, I do the only thing I can think of to keep myself quiet; I clasp Rayne’s hips and drop her on her back on top of my sleeping bag.
I have my hands up her pajama bottoms before she’s registered the change in position, finding no panties beneath her loose shorts. In seconds I have her out of them, tongue out already, licking a trail from above her belly button straight to her sweet spot.
“Oh god,” she cries, body arching off the ground until just her round ass and the back of her head remain.
I can’t help but tease her as I zero in on her clit, standing at attention for me. “I thought we agreed to be quiet.”
With a couple flicks of my tongue, I bring her to the brink, obvious by the sheen of sweat that coats every inch of her. She’s biting down on her hand to keep quiet, releasing it every few seconds to take a heaving breath.
“I think I’ll give you a reprieve now,” I say between swipes of my mouth over her hot spot, working my way back up her body until I’m under that sexy shirt.
I find her nipples rock hard and waiting for me as I blaze a trail between her breasts with my eager tongue.
Teasing her peaks, I alternate licking and kissing both her breasts, burying my face in her cavernous cleavage.
It takes me so long to come up for air, I’m flirting with suffocation.
The second she’s assured herself she can be quiet, I press a thumb over her pearl again, sending a moan from her that shakes the nylon all around us.
Rayne’s quick to cover her mouth but judging by the rustling outside the tent, her cries have woken somebody up, someone besides my cock, still awkwardly untucked from its spot in my boxers.
“Ay, if one of you’s is tuggin’ your willy, knock it off, people are tryin’a sleep here.”
Shit, Uncle Bobby heard us, it’s possible the entire campground did. The raccoons she feeds are probably racing over for a hot dog. Wrong kind of hot dog, bud, this one’s not for you.
“Honey, let them be,” Aunt Marie chides, “you know the ladies can’t be quiet when JP is in the picture.”
You’ve gotta be kidding, the only time he pleases a woman is when he’s leaving the room.
How long until they realize the noises aren’t coming from his tent?
“Oh god, Rayne. Fuck yes!”
But it’s not me who says it and it’s certainly not her, we’re still as statues, bodies writhing in the moment of reprieve between sensations.
“Ride that cock ’til you break it,” George continues, getting rowdier. He’s scratching his hands over the screen in his tent, like the sex is getting so wild that they may pull the structure down.
“He’s covering for us,” I say when confusion replaces desire on Rayne’s gorgeous face. George is doing something for someone else for once. And still himself as well, he’s got a lofty inheritance in his future if he pulls this charade off.
“He is?” Her breathy moan has my erection thumping off her leg like a battering ram. “Oh my god, he is. It’s distracting.”
“It’s our shot.”
Wasting no time, I line my cock up with her overheating slit, easing into her inch by agonizing inch.
The fact that she’s sitting up to watch me disappear inside her has my head spinning.
God, she’s too good to be true. Mouth agape, her eyes flit between mine and the slow penetration that has me seeing stars.
I grab for the pillow behind her head, resting on the floor of the tent, nowhere near her.
We didn’t have time for that. Stacking it beneath her voluptuous hips, I position her on top, ready and waiting for the pounding I need to give her.
She’s nodding, knowing what’s coming, needing it as badly as I do.
Outside, George’s sounds have morphed into muffled whimpers, long and drawn out, so theatric everyone has to know they’re fake. It doesn’t matter though, it pulls the attention from us and any sounds that may escape when I do what I have to do.
Her eyes roll back in her head when I enter her in one smooth motion, burying myself deep inside her. She’s humming, body alive with so much electricity she could light on fire. I love seeing her this way.
I love her, full stop. Period. Exclamation point.
It’s gonna get awkward at the family reunion this Christmas, when I show up with Georgie’s ex on my arm.
Rayne doesn’t have an ounce of patience in her body. As I’m immensely enjoying being this deep inside her, she’s already starting to move, grinding against me while she waits for me to take the next steps. She attempts to lift her hips but with my weight on top of her, it makes it impossible.
“Oh holy hell,” I groan, watching the spot where we connect, plunging myself in and out of her so slowly I could swear time was moving backwards. We have to speed this up, I know that, but I need a second to get myself together if I’m going to last.
My dick twitches at the sight of her slickness enveloping me.
“Oh fuck, babe, I’m gonna mayonnaise the bread.” George’s moans take on a high pitched, feminine quality, exaggerating his sexual prowess greatly. No woman has ever made that sound in his presence.
My eyes travel up Rayne’s spectacular body, over the soft belly to tits that are barely contained by her tiny tank, in fact, they peek out the bottom and I can’t help going for a bite.