22 - Melissa

22

Melissa

I thought about Jack for the rest of the evening. It was nice of him to invite me on the tour at all, like he was genuinely trying to extend an olive branch. He had said please , for crying out loud. I never would have thought him capable of that even a few days ago.

When I changed for bed, I caught a whiff of his scent on my shirt—the one I’d been wearing on the four-wheeler. I tossed it in the basket next to my other dirty clothes, then crawled under the covers and turned out the light.

But I couldn’t go to sleep.

Eventually, I reached over and pulled the shirt out. I hesitated a few seconds, then inhaled deeply. His scent was still there, faint but distinctly recognizable. Neurons in my brain fired up, exciting me like I was shooting across the hills at forty miles per hour again.

Unable to stop myself, I closed my eyes and let my fingers drift into my pajama pants. I imagined I was on the ATV again, enveloped between Jack’s strong arms while he guided us along the terrain, totally in control. I surrendered to that same feeling, trusting him to keep me safe. That feeling turned me on even more.

I was swollen with need when I finally touched myself. Jack’s scent mixed with my memory, taking me back to the events of the day. He was behind me, my back pressed against his chest and his crotch against my ass. And then, with the magic instantaneousness that came from the mind, neither of us were wearing clothes. No fabric between us—just skin on skin, hot and eager.

I groaned as he drove into me from behind. His cock was thick and filled me perfectly, drawing hungry little gasps from my lips with every ragged thrust. He let out a rumbling groan of his own, breath hot on my ear. I pushed my ass back, meeting him halfway with every stroke, desperate for him.

“Melissa,” he moaned deeply, tightening an arm around my chest.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, oh yes, yes!”

His bicep clenched against my breast. “Oh fuck!”

The two of us exploded together, a supernova of light and sound. His cry of ecstasy drowned out my own as he shuddered inside of me with sweet release, and I clamped down around him to make sure he didn’t pull out.

I was panting in bed when I finally opened my eyes. I removed the shirt from my nose so I could breathe easier; I had been holding it against my face the whole time, hungry for the ghost of his scent.

Oh my God , that was good. I rarely came very hard when I touched myself, but that was powerful—almost as strong as the real thing.

Almost.

Do I like Jack? I wondered as I drifted to sleep.

I felt weird about it the next morning. I made my coffee and went to the window; Jack was doing chores over by the main building, tight jeans hugging his powerful legs perfectly, lines of corded muscle standing out on his arms in the sharp morning sunlight.

I didn’t want him to see me, so I drank my coffee inside rather than on the porch. That’s when I remembered I had another male interest in my life.

Me : Good morning! What time do you get back today?

Noah : Hello there! I’m actually leaving in five minutes. I’ll be home around noon.

Noah : I have to admit: getting a text from you put a smile on my face.

Me : I have to admit that seeing you will put a smile on MY face. It’s a beautiful day to kayak, if you’re interested. I can pack us a picnic lunch.

Noah : You had me at beautiful day. It’s a date! I’ll pick you up from camp around 12:15.

Me : Hey, by the way: I just learned about Ash going to prison. What did he do, if you don’t mind me asking?

It took Noah a while to answer. The three little dots appeared to show he was replying, then disappeared, then came back. That happened about eight times before his response finally came.

Noah : That’s actually a topic I’m not comfortable discussing. Ash is my best friend and it’s not my place to tell you about his history. I hope you understand.

Me : No, of course I do! I was just curious. I definitely don’t want you to violate your friend’s trust. Forget I asked.

Despite striking out with the Ash question, chatting with Noah had me grinning like an idiot. I had another date today! Noah was definitely more my type than Jack. Whatever it was I felt yesterday was fleeting. A little bit of lust caused by unavoidable friction on the ATV.

I was still mildly embarrassed though, so I watched out my window until Jack was gone before hopping on the bike and riding into town. I bought two sandwiches and chips from a nice little shop, then went next door to a bakery to get an enormous chocolate chip cookie for us to share.

But when I got back to camp, I realized I was too impatient to wait. I changed into the clothes I would need for kayaking, then left to ride my bike to Noah’s house.

And nearly crashed right into Jack on the way.

I skidded to a stop next to the main building, where Jack had suddenly stepped out without warning, brandishing an ax. “Shit,” I hissed.

Jack blinked at me. “Probably shouldn’t ride so fast in camp. I always warn the kids about that, but I didn’t think a grown woman needed to be told.”

His lip twitched in a quarter of a smile. Hardly worth writing home about. But the hint of humor annoyed me today. It felt like he knew what was going through my head, knew that I’d had sexy thoughts about him last night and was laughing at me.

“Sorry, I was in a hurry,” I said. “I’m meeting Noah.”

Jack lowered the ax. “Noah’s in Ouray.”

“He gets back soon,” I replied smugly. “We’re going kayaking.”

Without taking his eyes off me, Jack raised the ax and swung it to the side, burying it into the chopping block next to the building. “I don’t remember asking for your itinerary today, but all right. Have fun.”

I snorted in annoyance, then started riding again. When I looked over my shoulder at the edge of camp, Jack was standing right where I left him, staring in my direction.

Was I too harsh with him, throwing my date in his face? I couldn’t tell. It shouldn’t have bothered him, anyway. Noah was a grown man who could do whatever he wanted, even if Jack didn’t approve for some reason.

I pulled up to Noah’s house and climbed off the bike. He wasn’t home yet; I was a little early. I was kind of hoping to run into Ash, but his pickup truck was gone as well. Maybe I didn’t have the courage to outright ask him, but the curiosity was killing me . What had he done to end up in prison?

I didn’t have to wait long before Noah’s 4Runner came up the driveway and stopped in front of the house. He looked more beautiful than I remembered as he hopped out of the car, a huge grin on his face.

“I thought I was picking you up.”

“Got tired of waiting.”

Yet as he collected his bag and walked up the porch, I was struck with self-doubt. Maybe I was coming on too strong. Men didn’t like women who were clingy; you had to play the game with them, pretending like you were only half-interested. They got bored if you came on too strong.

All my doubts disappeared when Noah dropped his bag, pushed me up against the wall, and crushed his lips against mine. I surrendered to his searching tongue, as hungry for me as I was for him, my own emotions reflected back at me like a sexy mirror.

“I like that you were waiting,” he said, glancing down at my lips. “I drove faster than I usually do because I wanted to get here quicker.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left,” I breathed. “Take me to bed.”

“I need a shower first,” he replied, walking into the house. I followed, pausing at the base of the steps while he climbed.

He glanced down at me. “Are you coming?”

Letting out a giggle, I hurried up the stairs after him. Into his bedroom we went, forgoing the bed for the bathroom. The water came on, steam rising into the air immediately. Noah’s fingers worked quickly on my clothes until I was bare before him, then he playfully shoved me into the walk-in shower.

I watched him strip his shirt and pants, then eagerly follow me. His hands were on me in an instant, sliding and searching and squeezing even as his lips found mine again.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“The memory of you was enough for me to get myself off last night,” he said, smiling against my lips.

“Why, doctor,” I teased. “Do you fantasize about all your patients?”

“Only you,” he replied, and his kisses suppressed any witty retort I might have had prepared.

Our bodies slid against each other wetly, grinding and grabbing, until Noah spun me around. I let out a gasp as he bent me forward in the shower, then slid his crown up into my drenched slit.

Our moans echoed off the shower tile as he filled me, and I wasn’t sure whose pleasure was greater. He didn’t hesitate or treat me gently—he immediately grabbed hold of my waist and began moving, fucking me from behind while the water sluiced over us.

“Yes,” I coaxed, “just like that.”

“I’m holding back,” he groaned. “You feel so tight…”

“Don’t hold back.”

That was all the permission he needed, squeezing my flesh tightly in his hands and pounding me harder. I reached between my legs and rubbed myself furiously, adding to the rising tide of heat at the base of my stomach, growing faster with every shuddering thrust.

“God, Melissa,” he moaned. “I’m close…”

“Just a little longer,” I begged, rubbing faster. “I’m almost there…”

“I can’t hold back,” he cried out.

“Wait… I’m almost… ohhh…”

“I’m coming!”

“Yes!”

“Oh Melissa!”

I felt his hard length spasm within me just as I reached my own crescendo, and the relief was as powerful as the orgasm. I screamed in pleasure, craning my head back to gaze at Noah. His face was twisted with pleasure, eyes widening as they connected with mine and then clenching shut with unimaginable ecstasy, the kind that made his entire body shake as he gave me his last few thrusts.

My vision went white as everything hummed and vibrated.