Walking with the biggest bulge in my pants, I grab myself. I’m going to have to take care of this as soon as possible. I groan, closing my eyes as my neck tilts up to the sky.
The image of Marley’s back arching and her perfect, round breasts on display when she orgasmed will forever be seared in my brain.
Clenching my jaw tightly with need, I attempt to push the images from my mind and not think about it for too long. My mild obsession with her is growing. I want her. No, I need her.
And I’m going to do anything to have her.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur. Marley and I went on a quick hike, and she snapped some photos of the open fields and water. There wasn’t much wildlife, so it was mostly scenic photos, though we did come across a few deer. I chopped up some firewood, and now a small fire crackles beside us. She's reading, and I’m going through our supplies while we enjoysome granola bars and water. As nighttime approaches, the weather is getting chillier.
“Do you want me to grab your jacket?” I ask Marley as she shivers for the tenth time.
Not looking up from her book, she responds, “Yeah, that would be great.”
Opening the back door of the truck, I locate her jacket with ease since it’s perched up next to her duffel bag. Scooping it up, I walk over to her, holding it out for her, and she shrugs it on.
“Thanks,” she says gratefully, sighing in contentment from the warmth.
“No problem,” I reply, leaning back a little, letting the moment settle between us.
Slipping back into a calm silence, the kind that feels natural, and as the sun starts to set, I wonder out loud, “What time do you think we should head to their campsite for dinner?”
“Probably now, while we still have the light,” Marley yawns, stretching her arms over her head. “I’m starving.”
“Me too,” I agree. I vault to my feet, dusting off my pants.
“Should we bring our cell phones?” Marley asks hesitantly.
“Nah, I still don’t have any service, do you?” I look over at her questioningly.
She looks at hers for a long moment, hoping for at least one bar, and shakes her head in frustration. “No, isn’t that weird? You would think we would have some signal even all the way out here.”
I shrug my shoulders, not really feeling concerned about it, and grab a flashlight from my truck and a jacket for myself. “It’s not uncommon. Anyway, it’s kind of nice to completely go off-grid and unplug.”
Marley inclines her head, reluctantly agreeing. “For sure, but I’m still adjusting to not using it.”
Enfolding her in for a hug, I kiss her head. “Well, everyone I would need to talk to is right here; fuck anyone else.”
She laughs. “Oh come on, you know you miss your family’s traditions and shit talking the entire time.”
I rear back, dramatically placing my hand over my heart with my mouth open and eyes wide. “We are missing out on heartfelt memories because of you! You’re a temptress with all the sex and relaxation!”
Marley falls forward laughing so hard it’s infectious, and I can’t help but join her.
She stands up, clutching her stomach, still laughing with tears spilling down her cheeks. “I prefer to be called a harlot, whisking you off in the night.”
Laughing harder, I say through breaths, “Dropping the ‘let’s skip family chaos for a vacation’ bomb on me? Honestly, the manipulation could’ve won an Oscar for Best Drama!”
“Oh, you were absolutely miserable as you gathered your fishing and camping gear, and not to mention the drive here, singing the entire ride!”
We’re getting closer to their campsite. “I can’t imagine doing this again; it’s been terrible, just us and no family or fond memories!”
“Never.” Marley barks a laugh, batting me away.
We get caught up in talking about our family members we absolutely have not missed seeing this year as the RV comes into view.
