NINE #2
Rayne grabs my attention, both of us trying not to laugh at the asinine comments coming from her fake fiancé’s mouth.
“Cade,” she giggles, eyes travelling up my body until she’s looking me in my eyes finally.
“I’m gonna roll you over and take control, so you better hold on tight.
I stopped to touch myself between every campground chore I had to do tonight, I need this. ”
All I can do is nod as her thighs pin my knees. Using every muscle in my body, I roll us over until I’m flat on my back, dick still spearing the woman I’ve loved since seeing her climb the rail on the pier.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I assert, voice drowned out by the ridiculous moans two tents over.
She’s riding me like a mechanical bull in a matter of seconds, taking me at a speed which leaves me paralyzed underneath her, her breasts bouncing beneath the thin material of her shirt. I can’t help but bring my hands to her, to feel her, to memorize every curve.
I can’t watch her face or I’ll lose control. Luckily, Rayne must feel the same way because before I know it, she’s leaned against my chest, pert nipples rubbing along my pecs, hips bucking and jerking and taking what she wants from me. I’ll give her everything I have.
I can’t stop my hands from clutching her heart-shaped ass for dear life, so hard I’m sure to leave fingertip shaped bruises all over.
“You’re gonna make me lose control,” I groan, trying to ignore George’s one man show in the background. Is he smacking his own ass while yelping?
“Keep fucking me, Cade.” The way her voice breaks on my name is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, especially when she screams the next part. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
She doesn’t fight it when an orgasm slips from her body with the intensity of a race horse bursting from its stall. She’s shaking violently atop me, hands gripping my shoulders for dear life as she quakes from head to toe.
Rayne leans her head on my chest, angling her face until she’s looking at me from below her lashes. “I need you to come, Cade. Come all over me.”
That’s all the urging I need, hot load exploding inside her, flooding her with warmth as the last of her release spasms against me.
“You feel amazing. I need you to stay inside me for as long as possible.” Her hips move gently but she doesn’t leave my chest, a tender moment if there ever was one. My cock’s finally done dripping but feeling her grind against me keeps me hard long enough to give her what she needs.
Silently, she shudders again, reaching for my lips to kiss me so passionately my lips will never be the same.
Are they cheering?
You’ve gotta be shitting me, I get booed when I arrive at family functions but the incomparable Giovanni gets a round of applause for that pathetic performance. He’d have been kicked off a porn set for that.
Rayne smiles up at me, head still pressed against my chest. “I think all my woodland critter friends of the night are giving us a standing ovation. Oh god, that’s real, isn’t it? Are your family cheering us on?”
“It has way more to do with Georgie than you, but you’re getting some splash back.”
“Damn right I am,” she growls, nibbling on my shoulder. “It’s like a broken water main down there. I think we’re still sputtering.”
“I know I am, and it’s not gonna stop any time soon if you keep wiggling your hips like that.”
She doesn’t stop wiggling them, and I don’t stop loving every second of it.
“Aw shit,” George groans from his tent, still breathing heavy, which I must admit is a nice touch, unless he got a little too carried away in his role and he’s no longer acting. “Dad, do you have a towel I can use? I got spunk everywhere. Dammit, it’s on my pillow.”
“Go to sleep, son.”
The world outside of this tent doesn’t matter. They can all be as insane as their hearts desire, in here there’s no one but us.
“I hate to hit it and quit it but it might be time for my walk of shame,” Rayne sighs into my chest, squiggling hearts on it with her finger. Though they’re not all hearts, I think she drew a penis, like the ones you see spray painted on underpasses and abandoned buildings.
“You can’t leave. Rayne, my heart’s about to explode out of my chest. I might need you to administer CPR.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get Sir Charles the Fourth to guard your tent, he’ll help if you need it.”
“Your answer won’t change how I feel about you, but, is Sir Charles an imaginary friend?”
“No, they’re no good at CPR. Great conversationalists though.
Charles is a raccoon, you won’t miss him, he looks like a bear who snuck into a buffet.
He alerted us to someone having heart issues last year so I’m sure he’ll help if you need it.
If I leave your tent instead of Georgie Boo Bear’s in the morning, people are definitely going to suspect something. Sorry I couldn’t keep it down.”
“Are you kidding? I couldn’t feel more like a man if I was pounding a 12 pack while using a chainsaw after downing a giant steak, with football playing in the background.
You never need to apologize for that. I gotta give it to Georgie though, that was fast thinking on his part.
Which is saying a lot because he’s not usually so good with even slow thinking. Or thinking period.”
“We should probably get him a fruit bouquet as a thank you. Never mind, he’d throw it out.
We should probably get him a…” but she stops to whisper in my ear like the word is too vulgar to be uttered out loud, “prostitute. I don’t know if we have those around here.
We might need to wait until he gets back home. Can you order them online?”
“You mean like Door Dash?”
“Yeah, but for hookers. They’d probably call it Whore Dash. I’d imagine they’d show a picture of your driver and their credentials.”
“Maybe we’ll just get him a gift card, in case he wants to use ChubHub instead.”
The feel of her laughing into my chest to silence the sound fills me with a joy I’ve never known before. I need to spend forever with this woman, even a day less won’t do.
I knew when this week started I’d be looking forward to the end more than anything in the world. I was right, I just had the reason all wrong.
In a few days, the charade will be over. They’ll be no more sneaking around. No more relatives I can only tolerate in tiny doses. You know, like an email maybe once every year or two. It’ll be just us, and I’ll be the happiest man alive.
I’ve never fit in anywhere. Not with Dad’s family, certainly not with Mom’s. Not with the crew I worked beside when I was simply swinging hammers and not the crew who work under me today.
But I fit in here perfectly, in a world I always knew I belonged, with a girl I didn’t think could possibly exist.
She’s my sunshine.
Now bring on the Rayne.