My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family #3) - Piper Rayne Page 0,54
urge to see her taking me in her mouth is more important.
She leans forward, her tongue parting her lips, and I watch with fascination as she moves closer to my dick. At first, she licks up the length of me, her mouth surrounding the tip, then she’s swallowing me down her throat.
“Fucking hell, you’re good at that.”
She glances up at me through her thick eyelashes and smiles, swirling her tongue along the tip again before she eases me down her throat, sucking and pumping.
My hands have nowhere to go, so they fist in her hair. My hips rock, loving how deep she’s taking me. She knows way too much about how to get me off and I’m riding on the edge, not wanting this feeling to go away. Not so soon. But her free hand cradles my balls, and I can’t for the life of me hold out any longer.
“I’m coming,” I say, my fingers clenching in her blonde strands. She stays in place and I take that as a sign that she’ll be swallowing, which makes any small amount of willpower I had left crash land.
“And here we have this gorgeous clearing where we’ll stop for a snack,” a woman’s voice says.
Nikki lifts her head and my cum sprays her in the eye. She rears back and I rock forward, my ass sliding along the wood log.
We both look left to see a group of girls and their leader dressed in green, but the smell of hair burning takes my attention back to Nikki. Smoke’s coming from behind her head. I tackle her to the ground, and she smacks me on the back.
“The girls. Logan, get off of me!” she yells.
“Your hair is on fire,” I mumble.
“Miss Hartford, what are those two doing?”
The woman screeches at my naked ass up in the air.
“My hair!” Nikki turns her head and comes away with singed strands.
Fuck, how did our amazing night turn so disastrous?
“Excuse me, you two, I have impressionable girls here.” The leader stomps over to us.
I get off Nikki, quick to grab my pants and hide behind the tent until I’m fully covered, but the pain in my ass is killing me. Nikki quickly uses her shirt to wipe her face.
“I’m so sorry,” Nikki says. “My husband and I were just waking up.”
I come from around the tent and put my arm around Nikki, looking at the back of her head. She’s not going to be happy. A few inches of hair will have to be cut off.
“I see that. You know camping is prohibited here, don’t you?” She digs into her backpack and pulls out a cell phone.
Shit. Adam told me that, but said we’d be fine if we were out early this morning. I didn’t think he meant the ass crack of dawn though.
I do not need this being reported anywhere. Not when Nikki and I are finally getting somewhere. If she sees the media storm that can come from being with someone like me, she’s sure to leave me.
“Ma’am, this was an honest mistake. I tried to do something romantic for my wife.” I approach her, leaving Nikki near the tent.
“What you two were doing was not romantic,” the woman says, glaring at me.
The girls all giggle behind her, one saying what she saw and the others chiming in.
“I understand what you must be thinking, but please, what can we do to make this right? I can buy your entire collection of cookies.”
Nikki comes over. “They aren’t Girl Scouts, Logan. They’re in survivalist training.”
Could have fooled me. “Oh, sorry.”
“Yes, we build fires and hunt and fish. Speaking of, did you know that fire you started is against code for this area?” One of the girls comes up with an open book. “We should call the park ranger and get them fined.”
Miss Hartford poises her phone in front of her, staring at me.
I hold up my hands. “Okay, okay. We made a few mistakes.”
“Go ahead and call, my brother’s a ranger,” Nikki says.
I look over my shoulder and see her standing there with her arms crossed and hip cocked.
“No!” I hold up my hand. “Listen, you look like tough girls, but how about you come down to Pump It Up one day and I can show you a few moves to defend yourselves?”
The girl who probably knows the book she’s reading by heart looks at her leader. “It would be good for us to learn some self-defense.”
The woman looks at me. “How do I know you’re qualified?”