Chapter 6

Ican feel the frustration bubbling up and I’m either going to kick the man, or I’m going to go on a long walk in the woods and leave him to it. I take a couple of breaths and tell myself that he’s only trying to help.

“Hey Gus, do you want to leave this to me, and maybe go get eyes on that car that followed us in?”

“Are you sure? I mean, this is quite a large looking tent. You might need the help-”

“Nope! I’ll be fine! I’ve done this before. I’ll be all good. Remember, we want eyes on, may as well do that now while they’re distracted putting up their own tent.” I snatch the tent pole that he’s been waving around out of his hand and try to bodily shove him in the direction of, well, any direction other than where I am. I’m pushing against his stupidly big, hard body, and I finally look up when I feel it vibrating.

“Ok, I get it, babe. I’ll get out of your hair,” he chuckles as he walks away and I thank all and any gods that may be out there that I didn’t have to murder my husband of less than a month.

I get to work setting out all my tent bits and pieces. I find this task always calms my mind, like meditation, if you will. It reminds me of laying out all the pieces for my dad when I was a kid and we’d put the tent up while Mum got our outdoor kitchen stuff set up. She’d have our lunch waiting for us after we were done.

It’s also a good time for me to sort through things in my mind. Gus’s question about how I’m so chilled out has me looking at him in a different light. I know Gus well enough to figure that, well, for want of a better word, he’s got a stick up his butt about most things. I’ve seen it in some of the kids I had been fostered with, the need to be in control. Knowing Gus’s family background, I can see clearly how it affected him. He lost both parents to a violent act in the blink of an eye, his baby sister the only one at home that night, assaulted by the men that did it. He then grew up to be the head of his family. He went into security, to keep others safe. He lives on the same land as his siblings. He rules the roost so as not to be caught off guard or surprised. The man is a planner, which is why it baffles me slightly that in the space of 2 minutes, he decided we should get married.

Buzzing in my pocket has me putting down what I’ve been doing and wrestling my phone out of my denim cut-offs. My mum’s face is lighting up the screen so I swipe to answer.

“Hey Mum. What’s up?” I sit in the camp chair that I’d set up outside our tent and settle in for a good ole mother daughter chat.

“What? A person can’t call their newly married daughter to ask how their day was?” Shit shit shit! In the whirlwind that was my wedding, I totally forgot to tell Mum. Fuck nuggets!

“Oh, you know about that, huh?”

Hearing a snort on the other side of the line has my lips tipping up. “Well, you see I was chatting to Roman-”

“-since when do you and Roman chat?”

“-since my daughter got married to, and I quote, ‘a broody hunk of man meat’ and forgot to tell me.” I groan a little. Damn Roman.

“So, I need all the deets, kotiro. I have popcorn and a glass of wine. Hit me with it.”

I should have known she would be fine with it. Mum has always been supportive of my choices. Her reasoning being “You want your life story to be the type of book that would be banned in Florida.”

“Ok. Did Roman tell you how we met?”

“Mmmhmmm,”

“Right. Well, Gus found out I was having visa issues and offered to marry me. We talked it over, came to an agreement, and got married.”

“Aaaaaand?”

“And nothing. He’s helping me out.”

I hear a huff over the line and some muttering, “Do you want to jump that man? Ride him like a cowgirl breaking in a stallion? Have his beautiful little babies and grow old with him?” I inhale a breath so quickly I end up giving myself a coughing fit. “Wellllllll?”

Clearing my throat, I look around to make sure no one can see or hear me. Even though I’m alone, I’m never sure when Gus or his siblings will pop up.

“Yes. Yes. And maybe?” I can hear a high-pitched squeal and frantic clapping over the phone.

“Clear a space baby girl. I’ve already booked my tickets. I arrive in two weeks to meet my new son-in-law. Don’t run from that man before then. I want to meet him.”

Letting out a not-so-delicate snort, I’m offended at Mum for even thinking I’d run.

“What?! I don’t run from anything. What are you talking about, woman?” If we were on a video call, I’m sure she would have rolled her eyes at me.

“You don’t run from anything apart from people who may end up loving you more than you think you deserve. Don’t argue. You know it’s true. You did it for a full year before you accepted me and your dad. You did it for two years before you realized that Roman, Sasha and Ivan were there for you. You, my sweet girl, always have one foot out the door.”

Pulling my lips between my teeth, I realize she may be right. I may have been holding back from Gus. Not because I don’t like him, but because I’ve been in enough situations to know that sooner or later people will move on. I could voice exactly how I’m feeling, and trust my mum with all of it, but instead, I choose to very maturely grumble, “Do not.”

Her laughter on the other side does nothing for my spiraling mood.

“Do you have more truth bombs to drop on me or are you done now?”

“I’m done. Zipping my lips right now. Have fun camping baby and I’ll see you on the 9th. And trust that man!” With this, she hangs up without telling me she loves me. Rude.

I get back to my task, setting up our bedding and the inside of the tent while Mum’s words bounce around in my mind. Shockingly, I do trust Gus. Not only do I trust him, but I feel safe with him, and I’ve only had that feeling twice before in my life. The first was when I met my mum and dad, and the second was when I met my Bratva family, Sasha, Roman, and Ivan. Huh. Weighing up all my options, I decide to just let this whole thing play out. If we become more than friends, then that’s great. If not, then that’s great too. Gus has been an awesome friend so far, even if he is too bloody hot for words.

“Whoa! Look at how much you got done once I left.” A grin spreads across my face as I crawl out of our tent, only to come to a halt at Gus’s feet, where he’s standing just outside the doorway. My eyes travel from his brand spanking new hiking boots, which still have the plastic price tag holder thing attached, up his very shapely light brown calves, to the bottom of his brand spanking new hiking shorts, up his torso sheathed in a navy blue Henley, to his handsome face. His chocolate-colored eyes are flashing down at me with heat. He reaches out, cupping my face in his large palm, his thumb gently grazing the apple of my cheek, back and forth.

He swallows before rasping out, “Good job, babe.”

Shit, he’s so hot and this position is making me think about all sorts of things. I can feel my pussy throbbing from the sheer need to have this man inside me.

“Well, howdy neighbors!” A far too cheery voice cuts through the intense stare down Gus and I are having. A small “eep” sound leaves my lips and I thank the kooky health teacher in high school who taught us girls that pelvic floor exercises are a woman’s best friend. Without her, I would have peed myself in fright.

Gus spins to greet the newcomer and I very inelegantly get to my feet. I mean, I’m not a small girl. I’m still partially in the doorway of our tent and Gus is standing in the way. If I wanted to, I could get a face full of his ass, but that’s not really appropriate at a public campground.

“Hey there!” Gus fakes a cheery greeting back. Now that I’m standing at his side, I notice his eyes are darting to our surroundings. He’s in security man mode and it’s kinda hot.

“Hey, I’m Craig, and this is my wife, Mandy. Our campsite is right there, making us neighbors. Thought I better come and welcome you to the neighborhood.” Craig is far too pasty to be out in the sun without sunscreen, and he also looks like he has never camped a day in his life. Actually, neither does his wife, judging by the fact they are dressed almost identically to Gus, in outdoor clothes that still have the sheen of newness reflecting off them.

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Gus, and this is my wife Ana.”

“Wow, you folks make a beautiful couple, so exotic,” Craig says, giving us both the once-over. In a move that was not choreographed, Gus and I side-eye each other.

“Anyhoo, we couldn’t help but notice your impressive setup, and well, it’s our first time doing this, so we were wondering if you would like to join us for a few drinks later on?” Craig says nervously, before looking at his wife, who nods up at him. He then turns back to Gus and me before winking. What the heck? Gus throws his arm around my shoulders and we look at each other before turning back to Craig and Mandy.

“Ah, yeah, sure man, why not?” Gus answers, and we smile back at the couple.

“Great! Awesome! Yeah, ok, we’ll see you a bit later then. Cool!” They smile at each other before wandering back to their campsite setup.

Gus and I look at each other, baffled. “That was a little weird, right?”

“I think they’re probably harmless, but I’m going to send their picture and plates through to Dayz to run background.”

“Good thinking. What about the silver car?” I ask him, ducking out from under his arm so I can get our outdoor kitchen set up.

“They’re on the other side of the camp. I think it might be a coincidence. I didn’t get a good look at the guy, but the girl is like me.”

“A bossy bastard?” I helpfully offer as Gus rolls his eyes.

“No. She’s not wilderness friendly. Boyfriend did all the tent building while she slathered on sunscreen, a hat, sunnies, and pulled her book out. By the looks of them, they’re just a normal couple like us.”

“But?”

This earns me a smirk. “But to be safe, I’ve sent their plates through to my sister as well.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from August Tombs.”

Stretching my legs out in front of me in the very comfortable camp chair Ana set up, I take a long pull of my beer and think about my wife. Fuck, she’s phenomenal. After we had everything set up, she told me about a trail she had heard about that led to a waterfall. So we made the hour-long trek to see it. Jesus, that was an exercise in restraint. She’s thick in all the right places and she’s fit as hell. She led the way, and I followed along, watching the muscles in her shapely legs flexing in her short denim cutoffs. I was hard enough to pound nails most of the way, but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’ll be painfully hard this whole weekend with no possibility for release. I’ve spent the whole time we’ve been married, fucking my fist every time I’ve had a shower. I’m surprised that she’s never noticed how often I wash.

But, as painful as the walk was, it was nice. We told each other stories about our childhoods. She laughed until she snorted when I told her about Pops’ shenanigans, and I was glad to hear that even with Ana’s rough start, she had a lot of happy memories. Her parents sound amazing and I’m looking forward to meeting the woman who raised her.

Once settled back at camp, Ana got on to cooking our dinner, letting me know in no uncertain terms that she didn’t need my help. She somehow managed to cook a delicious pasta meal on the grill as if she wasn’t already impressive enough. We dug into that, topped it off with the dessert I picked up, and now I’m relaxing with a beer while I wait for her to return from the communal bathrooms.

I’ve given her a time limit before I come looking for her, but I’m not too worried. Dayz got back to me with the details on the young couple, as well as Craig and Mandy, and both pairs are normal, possibly slightly boring but with no criminal or Bratva ties. I take another pull of my beer before something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. My wife is storming toward me, her face red, her short legs working double time. I put my beer down, stand, and rush toward her when she hisses, “There’s naked people everywhere!” Wait, what?

“What?”

“Naked people. On this side of the campground, there’s naked folk.”

I can’t quite figure out what she’s talking about. There are two sides to the campground. When I went to recon the silver car couple, I had to cross a footbridge. The communal bathrooms sit between the two sides. Still, I have no idea what the hell she is talking about. Placing my hands on her heaving shoulders, I apply pressure in the hopes it’ll help calm her. It’s what we do to Dayz when she’s overwhelmed.

“Ok, take a breath, and tell me what you mean by naked people.”

She nods, takes a breath, and starts again. “Ok, I was in the bathroom, which was all fine, and then on my walk back here I saw, like, three naked couples.”

“Ok. And what were they doing?”

“Just hanging out.” She waves her hand around like it makes sense.

“Well, howdy neighbors! Want to come over for those drinks?”

Both our heads whip in Craig’s direction as he’s standing there smiling at us. He’s wearing some type of patterned skirt thing that you sometimes see Samoan men wear on the islands. I rub my hands up and down Ana’s arms and she calms a little.

“Do you want to go over there, or do you want to just chill here?”

She gulps before eyeing Craig, then turns back to me. “No, the naked people were weird, but Craig and Mandy seem nice, so let’s just forget what I saw and have a pleasant night with a friendly couple. You said yourself they’re harmless.”

I give her a chin lift before calling out to Craig, “Hey Craig, we’ll just grab our drinks and we’ll be there in a bit,”

“Sure thing, neighbor!” He ducks back into his tent, and I grab a couple of drinks for Ana and me.

“I mean, they’re weird, but they’re probably very nice people. Hey! They can be our first married couple friends!” Ana giggles.

“What about Roman and Sasha?”

She rolls her eyes. “They haven’t been here since we got married, so I’ve demoted them. It’s now Craig and Mandy in the top spot.” She snorts a laugh and I let her lead the way.

Standing outside Craig and Mandy’s tent, Ana softly calls “knock knock” before she pulls open the door flap with one hand and moves inside. I’m following behind her when she stops abruptly and I accidentally bump into her back, sending her careening forward with a squeal. I try to grab her hips before she tumbles to the ground, but I’m too late. Ana throws her hand out to catch herself and it’s then I realize Craig is sitting naked on a camp chair inside their tent with his cock in Mandy’s mouth and my wife has just landed on her knees next to her, with her hand in Mandy’s hair from where she tried to catch herself.

“Sorry neighbor, I just got so hard thinking about you two coming over I just couldn’t wait,” Craig huffs out whilst pumping into Mandy’s mouth. Ana screeches and falls back onto the ground, crab-walking back until she bumps into my legs, causing me to jolt from the shock of it all.

“What the actual fuck!?” I whisper out because nothing could have prepared me for this. Grabbing Ana’s hand, I pull her up and back against me, staring at the sight. Mandy comes off of Craig’s actually quite impressive length, wipes her hand across her mouth before turning to us, topless, tits shaking everywhere.

“Aren’t you two going to get naked and join us? Gus, I cannot wait to ride what’s in your pants. Craig loves to watch me being filled up, don’t you, baby?”

My mouth drops open and no words come out, but they don’t have to because my spitfire wife yells, “No one is riding his dick apart from me! It’s mine!” Her cheeks redden once she realizes what she’s said and I can’t think of anything other than getting back to our own tent and having her ride me.

“Wait, I thought you two were up for this?” Craig asks nervously, pulling his Samoan man skirt thing on.

“Lavalava,” I hear whispered at me by Ana.

“What?”

“His Samoan man skirt is called a Lavalava” I hadn’t even known I’d said that out loud, and to be fair, there are bigger things at play here than being linguistically and culturally correct.

“Up for what?” Ana asks, trying really hard not to make eye contact with Craig’s dick or Mandy’s tits, which are still out for the world to see.

“Wait, you know that this side of the campground is for swingers, right?”

“What!??” I yell and I’m sure I can hear Ana whisper “The naked people” as realization dawns on her.

“Um, no. We didn’t know that this side of the campground was for swingers.”

Mandy scrambles to put something on and both she and Craig look a little mortified. I don’t know what to say, but Ana pulls herself together.

“Oh my gosh, we are so sorry! No, we just thought that the campsite we booked looked nice and secluded. Please, um, forgive us for getting our wires crossed, and, um, we hope you find a friendly couple to spend the evening with. Ok, goodnight,” and with that she scurries through the tent flap.

I give them both a quick wave and follow close behind my wife, chasing her down as I feel the giggles bubble up in my throat. I watch her dive through the tent flap and curl up on top of the air bed, groaning as if in agony. I crawl onto the bed next to her and pull her hands off her scrunched-up face.

“I can’t believe I’ve booked us into a swinger campground!” She hisses out before covering her face again and I can’t help it. I burst into laughter. She takes her hands from her face and squints at me before she slaps me on the shoulder.

“It’s not funny! Those poor people! Holy shit, I can’t believe that just happened!” She looks at me with wild eyes before she, too, starts guffawing. We lean into each other. Her scent surrounds me as does the pure joy of just being here with her.

As my laughter dies down, I look into her sparkling eyes and I just can’t hold back any longer. I lean in, pressing my mouth to her soft, plush lips, and gently take a sip. I pull back and her arms come up over my shoulders, her tiny hands playing with the hair at my nape. I lean forward, this time with more urgency, and kiss her like my life depends on it. She tastes like sunshine and oranges and when I let out a groan, my little minx sweeps her tongue into my mouth, tasting me as I taste her. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and I move over her lush body. Her legs part, giving me the space I need to grind my hard length over her denim clad core. She kisses me in earnest, her hips moving, undulating under me. I break free of her lips, kissing down the column of her throat, tugging on the neck of her tee to gently bite her collarbone.

“Ah Gus! Yes, yes” she breathes out. I run my hands down her soft sides, and under her to cup her ass, holding her tighter to me as I grind down on her. I clamp my lips on her neck and suck gently, her bucking getting erratic before she slowly moans my name and shudders.

“Awww yeah, that’s it, she likes her ass being licked like that.” Ana and I freeze and look at each other, eyes wide.

“That’s right baby, I know you do. Dirk, stick a finger in there, while your wife sucks my big dick,”

I roll off Ana and we lie next to each other, chests rising and falling as we catch our breath.

“You didn’t get to cum, Gus. Do you want me to -”

“That’s it, Dirk, get that ass ready for me,”

I close my eyes and shake my head. “Nope babe, I’m all good.”

“Mandy, ride her face while I suck off Dirk,”

Silence falls in our tent and I’m trying to think of something, anything, to ease the awkwardness of hearing our neighbors fucking when Ana pipes up with, “Well, I guess I’m happy they found a couple that shares their same tastes.”

We look at each other and then both burst into laughter.

“Shhhh! They’ll think we’re laughing at them. They might get a complex!” Ana slaps me.

For the next hour, we snort, cry, and not so silently laugh as we try to get through the trauma of listening to Craig talk Dirk through fucking his wife.