Chapter 42
“Voyeuristic park rangers are cockblocking again!”
-Cam
Aaron never gave me shit about my bossy side. And from the looks of his pants today, he’s digging it. I know he’ll love what I’ve got planned next.
I demand his keys and drive us to the middle of the state forest, to my special spot. While we were in the hospital, Cat set up my surprise.
Aaron makes a funny sound in his throat when we arrive. “What is this, Camellia?”
I grin and get out of the truck. “Come with me to find out.”
Aaron hustles out of the truck’s passenger side and follows me over to the picnic lunch set up in the shade.
“All our favorites are here,” I point to the plastic containers of food. “I thought we could celebrate getting sprung from treatment with a picnic.”
His eyes darken.
I stare at his pants and lick my lips. “Although, I might want to spring something else, first.”
My hands have a mind of their own as they unbutton Aaron’s jeans and pull down the zipper. His cock springs free because my man doesn’t wear underwear. When we were fighting fires together, he used to wear underwear, but that may have been more because we’d have to jump into turnout gear at a moment’s notice, and you didn’t want to flash your teammates.
He has no trouble flashing his teammate now.
Because we are a team. We’re in this together.
And this teammate is about to knock his socks - or his rocks - off.
I stroke the long, thick length of him until his eyes roll back into his head.
“Camellia, it’s been too long,” Aaron moans. “If you keep this up, I won’t be able to do much.”
I chuckle. “I know I joked about you doing all the work, but maybe let me take charge right now.”
He raises an eyebrow as I get to my knees before him.
“I thought you kneel for no man,” Aaron whispers.
“For you,” I lick his shaft and circle around the head. “Always for you.”
I suck him as far into my mouth and throat as I can go without gagging. It’s not much. He’s too big. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, and stroke in time with my mouth.
Aaron threads his fingers through my hair. “So. Good.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I hum, speeding up my ministrations. The second I cup his balls in my free hand, I feel his body tighten.
The next thing I know, I’m on my back in the forest, looking up at the blue sky between the trees.
“What?”
“Camellia, allow me to kneel before you,” Aaron yanks my leggings and underwear off, tossing them onto the blanket beside us.
I pull off my shirt and bra, then tug off his shirt, so we’re naked as jaybirds in the great outdoors. I giggle a little, thinking we should stop and put on some sunscreen, but the dangerous look in Aaron’s eyes causes my giggle to fade into nothingness.
“Camellia,” he warns as he takes my mouth in a punishing kiss.
There is no easing into it. There’s nothing gentle about the way he claims me. His hands grab at my ass, pulling me tight to his body. My nails dig into his shoulders, trying to crawl inside of him. I can’t get close enough.
