Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
WILDER
“Welcome to our evening activities,” Sanders says as he struts around in a pair of basketball shorts and a construction vest with nothing underneath.
It’s a look, that’s for sure.
Scottie’s standing next to me, a smile on her face, looking happier than I’ve ever seen her. And it makes me fucking happy.
Ecstatic.
I remember the day I met her—she was worried, unsure, desperate to just make an impression and then get the hell out of the therapy session. Even when we first arrived at the camp, you could see there was something hanging over her. Something that was tamping down her joy, her energy.
But now…now she’s smiling. She exudes joy. She has an essence about her that’s addicting. And today has been no exception.
To be honest, I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. From the complicated tandem bike ride to the ice cream to the lakeside blow job to the picnic and cloud watching, it’s been a day that I know I will never forget. And it’s not the activities that made this day special, it’s her reaction to the activities. It’s the innocence and the amusement in her expression that I will remember, because she’s come out of her shell.
Not to sound like a corny fuck, but she’s blossomed right in front of my eyes, and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Tonight we will be mixing drinks, but not just any kind of drink. I want it to be a drink that represents you as a couple. I want you to think long and hard about your relationship, your journey, and morph that into a cocktail. Then we’ll be handing out the drinks to our judges, and they’ll pick a winner based on taste and creativity. As always, our winners will get a prize, and trust me, you’re really going to want to win this one.”
I lean into Scottie and say, “Hear that? A prize. A really good prize. Want to go three for three?”
“I don’t think we even have an option. We need to know what’s going to be in that basket.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, pulling her into my side.
“Please review the ingredients on the menu in front of you, pull your ideas together, and when you’re done, bring your tumbler up to the bar, tell our bartender the ingredients, mix them, and then set your drinks in front of the judges’ table. It will be a blind taste test, so the judges are hiding at the moment. Don’t forget to name your drink. Good luck.”
Okay, this could be fun.
I pick up the menu in front of us and say, “Any ideas?”
“Well, we have to pick something that represents us, but we also want to make it good. So we can’t be putting lager and Fireball together.”
“I mean, if you want to grow hair on the judges’ chests, we could do that.”
“I don’t think it’s recommended,” she says on a laugh.
“Yeah, probably not. Okay, well, let’s pick an alcohol base and work around that.”
Chad and his wife already head up to the bar, clearly ready to win as they lean over, hiding whatever the bartender is pouring in their tumbler. Seems premature—they didn’t want to think it over at all? Just heading right on up there?
“Look at those overachievers. Bet they’re doing something unimaginative like…Sex on the Beach,” I say.
“Or Bloody Nipples.”
I pause and turn toward Scottie. “What the fuck is Bloody Nipples?”
“Uh, is that what it’s called?”
“I sure as fuck hope not.”
She laughs and then says, “Wait, it’s a Slippery Nipple.”
“Oh, okay, yes. Jesus. Not Bloody Nipples, Scottie.”
“Yeah, that didn’t sound right. Bloody Nipples is definitely not something I would want to put in my mouth.”
“Slippery nipples though…” I nudge her shoulder.
“You know what, that’s something we should add to the bucket list.”
“Slippery nipples?” I ask.
“A naked massage, where my nipples get all slippery.”
My brows raise. “And who do you plan on checking that bucket list item off with?”
She smirks up at me. “Was hoping with my fake husband.”
“Damn right.”
“We have about five minutes left,” Sanders calls out.
“Shit, this has a time limit? He didn’t say that in the beginning, did he?” I say.
“I don’t think so. Okay, we need to focus. Umm, let’s go with tequila.”
“Why tequila?”
“Umm…I don’t know. This is where you need to lean on your improv.”
“Okay, how about…we got drunk off margaritas on our first date and ended up riding the subway all the way to Coney Island and back, chatting the whole time.”
“Aww, that’s kind of cute.”
“It is.”
“Okay, and then maybe…some prickly pear, because our relationship has been prickly,” she says.
“Ooo, good one.”
“Then we add some triple sec and lime juice. I think Mika always puts that in margaritas.”
“He does. And some sweet-and-sour mix because we are sweet and sour.”
“Love it.” We circle the items on our menu. “Should we add strawberries,” she asks, “like a few crushed on the bottom?”
“I’m not opposed to it.”
“Then let’s do it.”
Together we walk up to the bar, hand one of the bartenders our drink, and he gets to work while we crush up some strawberries and put them at the bottom of three glasses.
“We need a name,” I say.
“How about the Prickly Pair, but we spell it p-a-i-r?”
“Nice play on words, babe.”
“Thank you.” She kisses my cheek, and I smirk.
“Fuck, we’re cute.”
“I could not agree more.”
The bartender pours our drink into the glasses, and it comes out a light pink color that’s actually pretty cool. Then we set our drinks on the judges’ table, fill out a name card, and go back to our table.
We both take a seat, and I loop my arm over Scottie’s shoulder. “What do you think? Do we have a chance?”
She looks around at the competition. “I don’t know. Brad’s using a smoker with his wife, and Duncan rimmed his glass with something. Looks like…crushed-up graham cracker. Should we have done that?”
“I have no idea.”
“Margaritas are usually lined with something.”
“Yeah, but I hate that, don’t you?”
“Despise it actually. I don’t want a mouthful of salt as I drink my drink.”
I turn to her. “Scottie, are we…are we meant to be?”
She chuckles and says, “I think we might be.”
That makes me smile. I press a soft kiss to her lips just as the judges come out and Sanders introduces them as if we don’t already know them. It’s Ellison and the keeper of the quarters at the front desk. Sanders takes a seat as well but lets us know he’s just trying them in case there’s a tie.
We all wait patiently and quietly as the judges go through each drink, taking sips and making notes on a notepad. Their faces reveal nothing. They remain stone-faced the entire time, indicating zero favoritism.
So when Sanders stands with the results, we truly have no idea who the winner will be.
I glance over at Chad, who’s rubbing his hands together like the tool that he is. Brad is rocking back and forth. Duncan has his fingers crossed in front of him. And Finky’s holding hands with his wife and covering his eyes at the same time.
Clearing his throat, Sanders addresses the room. “Thank you for all your entries. There was quite the variety up there tonight and some real innovation, but there was a clear-cut winner.” He looks over his shoulder and says, “Drumroll please.”
Ellison and Quarters both drum their hands on the table in front of them, and then Sanders holds up his hand to stop them.
“The winner of tonight’s mixology competition is…”
I hold my breath, hoping we can go three for three.
“The Prickly Pair.”
I leap up into the air, toss Scottie over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and start spinning her around while I whoop it up. She laughs the entire time, and I bring her up to the front, where we address the room.
I set her down and keep her close as I say, “I’d like to thank my brother, who couldn’t be here tonight, for being the best bartender I know. Without him, we would have forgotten about the sweet-and-sour mixture, which would have destroyed the overall flavor.” I press my hand to my chest. “I would also like to thank my beautiful wife for being the prickly pear in this relationship. Like I always say to her, she’s prickly, but sweet like a pear. Babe, do you have any words?” I gesture to her to take the floor, and for a second, I think she’s going to back down, but to my surprise, she steps up.
“Huge shout-out to our first date, where we got drunk off margaritas and rode the subway all the way to Coney Island and back. I knew that night that if this man would ride on a subway with me for thirty-one stops while street performers did the Macarena in front of us, then he was a keeper.”
I lean in and say, “Our first dance was the Macarena.”
Scottie waves her hand. “Thank you and good night.”
Duncan, the good man that he is out of all of them, claps while we walk back to our seats.
“Well, that ends the competition portion of our night. You’re free to go back to your cabins or test out the drinks,” Sanders says. “As for Scottie and Wilder, you come with me.”
Time to collect the prize.
Hand in hand, we follow Sanders out of the dining hall area.
“Easily, that was the best drink out of all of them,” Sanders says. “The smoke one I think is going to sit with me for a while. I think it killed some of my taste buds.”
Yikes.
“Thank you,” Scottie says. “We wanted to keep it simple but also reflect our relationship. We might have been prickly when we got here, but I think we’re finding the sweet now.”
“I think you are too,” Sanders says, leading us out by the lake and into the forest, where there is a blanket set up, some wine, and chocolates. “This is your prize. An evening by the lake.” He winks at us. “Have fun.”
He takes off, leaving us alone in a partially secluded area.
“Well, would you look at this,” I say, taking in the spread. “And look, a present as well.”
“What do you think is in it?”
“Only one way to find out,” I say as I take her down to the blanket that’s plusher than I thought it was going to be. I hand her the gift, and she opens it.
We both look in the box at the same time, and I smirk while she gasps.
I reach in and pull out a curved orange dildo. One side is clearly for hitting the G-spot, and the other is a clit simulator, with a little flap that must simulate licking. And then right next to it, a matching cock ring and perineum stimulator.
I look up at Scottie and smile. “I know what we’re doing tonight.”
“What, uh…” She points at the orange dildo. “What is that little flap thing there.”
“That, Pips, is a clit stimulator. It flicks at your clit.”
She wets her lips and nods. “Um, interesting.”
“That’s all you have to say? Interesting?”
“I don’t know what else to say. I’ve never seen something like that before.”
“Does it intimidate you?”
“I mean…a little. And what’s the other thing? Is that for you?”
“Yeah, it’s a cock ring, and I think this is supposed to play with my perineum.”
She studies it. “Is that going to fit around your penis? It looks small.”
“I appreciate the compliment, and yes, they stretch. See.” I show her and watch her eyes widen as she takes it all in.
“And you want to use those…tonight?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t that turn you on?”
“I mean…it’s scary.”
“Scary?” I shake my head. “Not scary when you’re with the right person who knows what he’s doing.”
“And you know what you’re doing?”
“Yeah, Pips.”
She wets her lips again and then shyly asks, “What, uh, what would you do?”
Smirking, I lean in closer and gently push a piece of hair behind her ear as I say, “I would first make sure you were naked. I would strip you myself, but slowly. With every article of clothing I took off, I would make sure I spent time dragging my tongue and lips over every inch of your exposed skin, spending a luxurious amount of time on your perfect tits, then moving down between your legs, where I would lick you everywhere besides where you really want me.”
Her breath hitches in her chest, and her cheeks flush, which I find too fucking hot.
“Then I would move my fingers up your inner thigh to your cunt, where I would test to see if you were turned on. Tell me, would you be turned on?”
She nods her head slowly, and I reward her with kisses along her jaw.
I move over to her ear, where I continue, “With you ready, I would slowly slide the dildo inside you, letting you get used to the feel of it, but I wouldn’t turn it on just yet. Instead, I would slip my cock ring on and turn it on, letting you watch me unravel. Letting you experience the kind of pleasure these toys could bring. Precum would fall past the tip of my cock, and I would swipe it and let you lick it off my fingers. That desperate mouth of yours would lick me clean. Wouldn’t it, Pips?”
She nods again, and when I pull away, her eyes are heady, dazed, so I lay her back down on the blanket.
“I would let you watch me grow, let you see how goddamn stiff I am, how much I want release, and then I would turn it off. I would lie there and let my dick twitch, looking for relief. Searching for it.”
I bring my hand to her shirt, and I lift it up just enough to press my palm to her heated skin.
“I would be so goddamn out of my mind with need that I would immediately turn on your dildo, because I would want you to feel the same thing. I would need you to be in the same position as me, begging for release, barely able to hang on. And at first, you would be surprised. You wouldn’t know how to react to the new sensation, not until I lowered my mouth to yours and started helping you relax, letting our tongues do the work.”
I lift up her shirt some more, exposing her bra. I pull one cup down and play with her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
“And while we made out, I would play with your nipples like this. Just enough to turn you on even more but not so much that it takes away from the sensation you’re feeling down below.”
Her teeth pull over her bottom lip.
“And when I saw that your orgasm was starting to climb, I would turn my cock ring back on, and I would ask you to pump me. To let me fuck your hand. I would be so goddamn desperate for it that I would barely be able to hold back as your fingers wrapped around my girth. And as we climbed together, you getting all the goddamn pleasure you deserved while you were helping me come, I would stare into your beautiful goddamn eyes and think how lucky I am, how infatuated I am, how much I would want this moment to last forever. And when I’m on the verge, ready to come, you arching your back as your orgasm took over, rocketing through your body and making you clench around your dildo, I would lift my dick to your mouth, beg you to swallow me, and then bust all over your lips and tongue.” I finish with pinching her nipple just enough to make her moan, then I remove my hand and say, “Does that seem scary?”
She wets her lips, and then in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard, she says, “With you…no.”
The lights go out in the dining hall when Finky and his wife are the last to retreat to their cabin. We’re the only ones left out in the open, and it’s what I’ve been waiting for ever since Sanders showed us our spot out here in the trees.
“What kind of wine is that?” Scottie asks as she sucks down the last drop from her glass. “I think there is something special in there. I’m buzzing.”
Laughing, I nod. “I know. Me too.” I smirk at her and then tug on her arm. “I like you.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I like you.”
“Babe,” I grow serious. “I like… you .”
“Wilder…how many times do I have to tell you this: I like you!”
“How about we both agree that we like each other?”
“Yeah, I can get on board with that. Because I think you’re great.”
“And I think you’re great.”
Her fingers drag over my chest. “And I think you’re sexy.” She leans in and whispers, “The first night we slept in the same bed, I thought about you possibly touching me.” Then she brings her finger to her lips and shooshes me.
Fucking adorable.
“The first night we slept together, I had a dream about you,” I admit.
She clamps her hand over her mouth. “Was it a sex dream?”
“I don’t think so. But a few nights later, I definitely had a sex dream about you. It was after you wore your bathing suit. Your ass is so fine.”
“Your ass is fine.” She pushes at my chest.
“No, babe, your ass is fine. The finest of all asses to ever ass.”
“Is that a thing?”
I nod. “It’s a thing. An award that is only handed out to the best ass to ever walk, and, Pips, that’s your ass.” I blow out a heavy breath and then pout. “But I’m sad.”
“Oh no, why?” She cups my cheek.
“Because I want to see your ass again, and it’s all covered up.”
“Gosh, that is sad.”
“I wish that it wasn’t covered up.”
“For your sake, I wish it wasn’t as well.”
“Well then, maybe…maybe you can take your shorts off.”
She glances down at her shorts and then back at me. “Want me to take them off and bend over in front of you?”
“Please.”
She nods. “I mean, I can’t have you sad.” She shimmies out of her shorts and then stands from the blanket, only to back up in front of me and bend over, where she touches her toes.
“Christ,” I mutter as I run my hands up her hamstrings and straight to her ass, pushing the bikini briefs to her center and gripping her ass tightly.
“Oh God,” she moans and then stands. Staring down at me, she asks, “What about my boobs? Do you miss those too?”
“So much I might start crying.”
“Please don’t cry,” she says as she reaches into her white shirt and undoes her bra. She tosses it to the side but leaves her shirt on.
“That’s not good enough.”
“I’m not done.”
Then to my surprise, she walks to the lake, steps into the water, and dips herself all the way down until the water reaches her neck. When she stands back up, the water weighs down her shirt, making it see-through as the fabric clings to her body.
Mother of God.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I stare at her perfectly hard nipples poking through the fabric.
She straddles my lap and pushes me onto my back. My hands fall to her thighs as she starts to slowly undulate on top of me.
“Christ, Pips,” I say while my hands run up her wet torso, my mouth desperate to touch her, to feel her, to suck on her.
Her hands move to her breasts, and she starts squeezing them while on top of me, giving me one hell of a show. I grow stiff underneath her, letting her take the reins, enjoying this newfound freedom she’s gained.
“Matt never let me dry hump him.”
“He’s a fucking moron,” I say as she leans her hands against my chest now, anchoring herself.
“I need your shorts off. I want to feel more of you.”
I undo my shorts and pull them off as she helps me, leaving my boxer briefs on. She starts working my cock once she’s seated again.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take what you want, what you need.”
Her teeth pull on her lip as she continues to move over me. “You’re so big, I love it. I love the way you fill me up. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Her fingers claw at my shirt, which is growing wetter and wetter from her, so I tear it off my body and toss it to the side right before she bends down and takes my nipple in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I shout, not caring if someone hears us. “Yes, play with me. Use me.”
Her tongue flattens out and drags over my nipple, over and over again, while her hand pinches my other nipple, making it hard and sending a wave of pleasure straight to my cock, which causes me to jolt upward.
I move her off my lap, and she looks up at me, confused, but I say, “Stand up.” Like the good girl that she is, she stands up, and I pull her shirt over her head, then push her underwear down her legs, leaving her completely naked. I strip out of my boxer briefs as well and take her hand. “Let’s check off something from your list.”
With that, I carry her to the water.
“Are we skinny-dipping?”
“We are.”
The water is decently warm, thank God, and when we reach the deeper part, she wraps her arms and legs around me.
She presses her forehead against mine, and I can hear the smile in her voice when she says, “Can we fuck in here?”
“We can do whatever you want.”
She reaches between us, and she takes my dick in her hand, lines me up at her entrance, and then sits down, impaling herself.
Her head falls back, and her grip on me grows tighter as she adjusts to my size.
“God, you’re huge.” She takes a few deep breaths and then brings her head back to mine, where she looks me in the eyes for a few seconds and then kisses me.
She keeps me in place with her hands in my hair while her tongue darts into my mouth, opening me wide to her. I slide my hands around her and am filling her up with my cock while we float in the water, making out.
It’s so fucking intimate.
Unlike anything I’ve ever done with a woman, yet it feels so right.
It feels right being inside her.
It feels like I belong here.
Like this is who should be around me, with me…filling up this hole I’ve had inside me for so goddamn long.
Our tongues tangle, dancing over each other. Fuck, she tastes so good. So goddamn good. It makes me need so much more, so I find my footing on the bottom of the lake, grip her ass, and start moving her up and down on my cock.
She presses her forehead to mine. “Oh my God,” she whispers as her hands slide to my cheeks. “Fuck, Wilder, keep doing that.”
Water sloshes around us as I continue to pump her up and down, the water helping me maintain a good rhythm, creating an immense amount of friction.
“Your piercings,” she says. “They…they feel so good. God.” She starts tightening around me. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m…I’m close. I’m sorry.”
The way she tightens around me makes me go feral. This feeling is what I crave— need —when she’s about to contract on my cock over and over again.
“Come for me, Pips. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she moves faster over me, controlling the pace as she lifts up and down.
And it’s so fucking good. The best goddamn feeling.
“Wilder.” She sucks in a sharp breath. Then she starts throbbing around me, pulsing. A moan falls past her lips right before she bites down on my shoulder to keep herself quiet.
It’s all I need, the pain and the pleasure; my orgasm shoots right down my spine, and I spill into her, both of us coming at the same time.
I cup the back of her head as I dip down into the water and let it slosh over us as we both catch our breath. After a few seconds, she pulls away and smiles up at me before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
Then she chuckles…again.
“You know, this laughing thing after sex, not sure I’m a fan.”
She chuckles some more and then says, “I’m sorry. It’s just…I don’t know, this is crazy. I just had sex in a lake with a man who has four piercings on his penis. Like…if you had told me a year ago this is what I would be doing, I would have told you you were crazy.”
“Yeah, well, if you had told me a year ago I was going to pretend to be someone’s husband at a marriage summer camp, I would have said, where do I sign up?”
She laughs. “Have you always been like this? Up for anything?”
“Not always,” I say as I stay inside her, loving this connection as I still live off the high of our orgasm. “When my dad passed, I kind of made a promise to him to do as much as I could, to always say yes. That’s why I got into improv, not just because I needed more to do but because the rule is ‘yes, and’… I wanted to build that into my brain, that I’m a yes-man, that I will live life to its fullest, because you never know when it’s going to end.”
“I love that,” she says, cupping my cheek. “I think I need to do more of that.”
This woman is courageous, beautiful, sexy as fuck. Brave.
“I think you already are.”