“To be fair, little guy, you ate all of those within the first few hours,” Jamie pointed out. “We’ve got another bag, but maybe you want to save it for tomorrow night?”
Jay looked to Alexei, who nodded at him with a small smile. The big former mobster was typically quiet, but Eric liked him well enough. He was as devoted to Jay as Wolfe was to Eric, and one couldn’t help but feel a little warm and fuzzy in front of a love like that.
Or maybe that was the tequila talking.
Jay hopped up from his seat, like the lack of marshmallows had settled it for everyone. “I’ll show you the tent we set up!”
Eric followed him with Wolfe behind, a hand on Eric’s lower back to guide him. Eric didn’t need it—he wasn’t stumbling or anything—but it felt nice, so he didn’t grumble.
When they got to the tent on the opposite side of the clearing from the campfire, Eric whistled. “Damn, Jay, is that a real air mattress stuffed in there?”
Jay beamed at him. “Do you like it? Alexei and I are learning to ‘glamp.’ We thought you two might want to be cozier than a tarp on the ground.”
Eric grinned back. “This is great.”
Then he and Jay watched, bemused, as Wolfe began pulling up the stakes.
“Um, babe?” Eric asked, the pet name Wolfe claimed to hate rolling off his liquor-loosened tongue.
“Yes, pet?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t care how quiet Johann thinks he can be.Yourmoans are for my ears only, darling.”
Eric’s dick plumped up at that, even as he flushed and gave Jay an apologetic glance. “I guess we’ll be, um, moving locations.”
But Jay didn’t look put out. “This is the best nightever,” he declared with a happy sigh, turning to run back to Alexei at the campfire.
Wolfe picked the tent off the ground. “Grab our bag, will you, darling?”
Eric ran for their bag before following Wolfe down a path through the woods. It was kind of a silly sight, Wolfe carrying a completely put-together tent, but he treated it like just another accessory, never stumbling or crashing into any trees. They ended up next to a pond, one Eric assumed he’d be fishing at the next day.
“Convenient.”
“Quite.” Wolfe placed the tent on a flat patch of grass. “Hand me the bag, if you will.”
Eric did, taking a moment to look up at the stars. There was a heavy moon, so there weren’t as many shining brightly as there could have been, but it was still unbelievably beautiful. There was something to be said for the outdoors when the sky looked like this.
By the time he looked back, Wolfe had laid out what looked a lot like a picnic blanket on the grass by the pond.
“Are we eating?” Eric asked. He wasn’t exactly surprised; trust Wolfe to have packed some post-s’mores selection of fruits and cheeses.
Wolfe’s cheekbones were sharp as blades in the moonlight. “No. I’d like you naked.”
Eric blinked at him. “You’re usually smoother with your seduction than this.”
“As if you need seducing, pet.” Wolfe’s lips curled in a feline smile. “This is just for me. A little art project.”
Eric debated the merits of protesting just to be petty—it wasn’t like he had any real objection to stripping his clothes off whenever and wherever Wolfe wanted—but he was still too relaxed from the mix of liquor and camaraderie at the campfire to bother.
So he stripped, lying down on the blanket as directed.
“Arms over your head,” Wolfe instructed. “Bend your left knee. Perfect.” His gaze roamed hungrily as he looked Eric over like a prized possession. “So beautiful in the moonlight.”
He started taking pictures on his phone.
Eric raised his brows. “Um. What if I object to you having naked photos of me on your phone?”
