Chapter 9
It was stilldark outside when Frank woke up. For a split second panic gripped his chest, but it faded as he came fully into consciousness. No, he didn’t wake up because he was sad, or angry, or guilty.
It took him a minute to sort out the real reason, in part because it was a long-dormant response.
But when his cock twitched against his shorts, and he realized with a start that he was hard—really hard and getting thicker by the second—he laughed.
Fucking hell. He was horny.
Like, reach into his shorts and give himself a good squeeze, which will turn into a slow tug, and eventually get himself off kind of horny.
He wasn’t prepared for this. He didn’t have any tissues at hand, and he wasn’t going to make a mess in camp sheets.
Closing his eyes, he cupped himself through the fabric of his shorts.Go away,he tried to suggest.We can do something about you in the morning.
But his erection wouldn’t be dismissed so easily. He was thick and hard, and unbidden images of Grace wouldn’t stop flashing through his mind. The curve of her thigh leading up to her bathing suit. The way her breasts were heavier in his hand than he’d expected. Her warmth and tightness against his fingers. Eager kisses. Wet tongues.
He groaned and stroked himself faster, then squeezed the crown tight.No. He wasn’t a young buck who couldn’t control himself.
That resolve lasted a minute before he was jacking his hand up and down again. Slowly this time. It felt good. She’d felt good, too.
He wanted her again. He wanted her now. Wanted to crawl into her bed on the other side of the building and wake her up with slow, intense kisses. Thrust into her and hold her down while he—
Throwing back his blankets, he stalked to the shower. He couldn’t sneak into her bunk, but he also couldn’t tell himself not to come right the fuck now.
There was a part of him, now awake again thanks to Grace, who was absolutely a young buck.
It took a minute for the water to heat up. He welcomed the cold sting on his back, but it didn’t do anything to shrink his erection. And once the steam wrapped around him, he braced one hand against the wall and let the other squeeze his cock tight.
It was her squeak that got his blood really going. That gasping, needy little sound as she climaxed. He’d heard it and felt her shudder around his fingers. He could easily imagine how good it would feel—and sound—if her limbs were wrapped around his body and he was buried balls-deep in her pussy, too.
She was sexy as hell.
Grace Bennett. Jesus Christ.
He grinned as he remembered the smile. The zombie hunting threat. And the way her eyes flashed as she bit into that meatball. Energy. Hell, she had energy for days.
His eyes drifted closed as his own orgasm approached. His legs shook, and his balls pulled tight, then pulsed as his mind went blank. Fuck. Yes.
The release was perfect. Blissful and draining.
He stood under the hot spray for another minute, then grabbed the soap and scrubbed up as the spots in his vision receded. Maybe now he’d be able to get a few more hours of sleep.
* * *
Much to Grace’s delight,Frank didn’t have any second thoughts about their fling the next morning.
They spent most of the day on Wednesday making out like teenagers.
A long, breathless kiss good morning before breakfast. A secret press-against-the-wall in the boathouse before kayaking. A gentle brush of lips-on-lips, right out in the open, before a picnic lunch on the lawn.
They even had a mid-afternoon nap together, their clothes staying on, because there was a special evening entertainer that night—an illusionist, which sounded quite excellent.
That night, Heather Tully waved Grace over as they entered the amphitheatre for the magic show. “Hey,” she said breathlessly. “So, this might be good news, if you’re interested in surprising Tegan and Wyatt. This guy happens to be free tomorrow night. He’s not heading on to his next gig until Friday. So if you wanted to hire him for a second show tomorrow night, for the early wedding arrivals…”
The camp director kept talking, but Grace stopped listening. A loud buzzing had taken over in her head. Her daughter was arriving tomorrow. She’d just gotten Frank halfway past second base, damn it.
Priorities, Grace.Right.
