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breath, finishing my drink and handing it over. He picked up his cup and held it out. “Let’s toast.”
I frowned, but held my cup up to his.
“How about we toast to losing our virginity in a tent?”
I coughed and sputtered out, “What?!”
“Just kidding.” He clinked his cup to mine and took a sip. “I’m not a virgin. Don’t worry.”
14
Blaise
She lay in front of me, and all I wanted to do was touch her.
That wasn’t true. I also wanted to lift her shirt up, show more of that little bit of waist she’d revealed as she turned away from me. She wore tight yoga pants to bed, and I wanted to move in, slide my hand inside them, and push them down. Then I wanted to cup her ass, because I could see a glimpse of her thong—pink and dainty looking. I groaned to myself.
My hard-on had a life of its own.
It wanted me to move closer, grind against her… And whose fault was it that we had to sleep next to each other? Mine. What a fuck am I? Apparently, you needed more than booze and food for camping. You needed things like sleeping bags and blankets, and things to brush your teeth—not that I was really worried about that. I could slip away to the gas station back up the road and do my business there.
Aspen had suggested we share the sleeping bag. It was that or I had to sleep in my Wagon. California nights could get cold, so here I was, a little drunk, and Aspen looked wasted after her three glasses. She had at least a decent buzz happening.
That was then. This was now.
I was awake and sober. Painfully sober.
Fuck, man. Fuck.
That bathroom make-out sesh was back in my head, replaying over and over again. Every little moan she’d made, the way I’d cupped her breasts, stroked her nipples, and grabbed them with both hands. Who the hell wouldn’t? She had a great rack, but now I was all sorts of regretting that because all I wanted to do was roll over on top of her, lift her shirt, and kiss those breasts while I slipped a finger inside her. Maybe two. Probably three. I wanted to wake her all the way up....
But I wouldn’t. I was fighting a boner the size of the redwoods surrounding us, but I had to be a gentleman. Because apparently, that’s what I’d signed up for when I decided I was going to be Aspen’s friend.
Friend. God.
Gag.
I was not a friend to girls. I banged them, or at least I fingered them. Friends? Hell to the no. So why was I out here? I could’ve gone to Zeke’s. He’d mentioned a rave in the desert, and I could’ve gotten lit up a whole different way. But I was here—in fucking boner rager agony—and Aspen was sleeping.
She was snoring. It was soft and cute-sounding, and there was that word again. Cute. I did not do cute.
“What’s your damage?”
I grinned, hearing my words come from her. Guess I woke her up.
She flipped over to glare at me. “I can’t sleep because I can hear how tense you are.”
My grin deepened, and I raised an eyebrow. “You want to know my problem?”
“Yeah.” She got settled, tipping her head to look up at me.
“Fine.” I looked down. “It’s not me that’s tense. My rager is working double-time, and you’re its techno music, if you get my drift.”
She frowned, glancing down.
“I have a massive hard-on for you.” There. I spelled it out.
She flushed, her eyes going round, but her lips curved up. She enjoyed this attention from me, and fuck me—that just made me want to torture her more. I was starting to live for her reactions, so I moved forward. I went slowly, giving her the option to pull away or stop me, but she never did.
Her teeth sank into her lip. I about jizzed my pants.
Cute.
Fuck.
She was all cute, and hot, and sexual, and I wanted to breathe her in, the more I was around her.
I rubbed against her, and she still didn’t stop me. That felt good. That felt real gooood. Reallly good.
Her eyes closed, and she moaned, and that was it.
I slid a hand under her shirt, moving it up, and rolled her to her back as I loomed over her. I was grinding against her, and I felt her holding her breath as her legs opened a little bit more for me.
Hell yeah. I moved all the way over her.
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