“Ok, then I'll drive you home on Sunday and come back for my final shift.”
“Brad. You don't even know where I live! What if I said I live in York?”
“Then I'd spend twelve hours on the road on Sunday,” he shrugs, like it's no big deal. Like I actually would be worth driving twelve hours for.
Not sure my ovaries would let me say no to that, even if I wanted to. I flick my gaze between his eyes and my friends. “Ok.”
“Ok? Yeah?” He turns to my friends when I nod. “I promise I'll get her to video call at least one of you twice a day. A text can be faked, so it's the only way to prove her wellbeing.” Swivelling back to me, he tacks on, “You, uh, you don’t live in York, though…do you?”
The look on his face is so comical, it’s almost enough to make me want to lie just to see his reaction, but I decide to take pity on the poor guy since he will be doing me a favour in dropping me home.
“No,” I grin, “I live in Bristol, so only about two hours of driving each way.”
“Oh thank fuck,” his relief is palpable, making the three of us chuckle.
Max appears and collapses into me for a hug. Or physical support. Same-same. “Dying. Why'd you let me drink so much?Oh, hey young one whose name I've forgotten! Did you take good care of my bestie?” She turns to me, and with possibly even less tact than she has when drunk, asks, “Did hetake careof you? Wink-wink, nudge-nudge?” whilst actually winking and nudging me.
“Fuck's sake, he's going to think we're lunatics. I'm so sorry, Brad?—”
“Brad! That's the one. Yes, I remember now. Braaad,” Max interrupts with the cheesiest grin, waggling her eyebrows at me.
I blink at her. “Maksura Jasmina Miller. Are you sure that's coffee and not liquid crack?”
Brad loses his battle not to laugh and starts howling.
“Good god, go and lie down before you hurt yourself, woman. I swear you're still drunk.” Jaime ushers Max into the tent cradling her giant paper cup, and then turns to me, “I’ll grab Pickles after Elle drops me off. He can stay with us, you know Marcus loves him. It'll be fun!” Jaime's little boy really does love my dog. Bet he'll use this weekend with him as an argument for why they should get a dog of their own.
“Are you sure? I thought Isaiah was allergic to dogs. I don't want to put you out.”
“Isaiah can go fuck himself, as far as I’m concerned. We’re done. For real this time. And you're not putting me out, I'm offering. Now grab your shit and go have fun. Careful how you bend over, though, I'm ninety-nine percent sure you're commando under there.”
Elle looks up at me from her perch on her sleeping mat. “Did you seriously just walk through the campsite with only a hoodie on?” At my nod, she bursts into laughter and holds her hand up for a high five. “Oh, I'm so living vicariously through you right now.”
“We'll walk you guys to your car. Do you need help carrying anything?” Brad asks once everyone's ready and packed up.
After we saygoodbye to the girls, we head back to Brad's tent, strip back down to nothing, and collapse in an exhausted tangle, having only had about an hour of sleep. Turns out it was only seven a.m. when we trudged over to the other camp.
“I’m so freaking tired, but it's just so bright and noisy, I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep again,” I whinge.
Brad rolls away from me for a second, and when he returns, he places an ear-pod in my exposed ear and fiddles with his phone before spooning me again.
Moonlight Sonata starts playing softly in my right ear, and Brad grabs the additional blanket to pull over our heads and block out as much of the light as possible. I snuggle deeper into his hold and fall back to sleep in minutes, breathing against his warm skin, wondering absently how he still smells so good.
When I wake again, it's to Brad kissing my neck and his hand trailing a slow, torturous path down my stomach. I am instantly turned on, even if a little sore from all the action I got last night. Or rather, this morning, but semantics.
I part my thighs and hook my top leg back over his to give him more access, and he groans as he finds how wet I am. His hand disappears for a moment to readjust himself behind me, and then his cock joins his hand to rub through my wetness. This small act feels so damn good, I think I could get off on the tease of it alone.
I've no idea how long we grind on each other like that, but eventually, he presses his blunt head to my entrance. Just as he's about to press in, I hear people outside and remember where we are.
“Wait!” I whisper shout. “We can't, there are people around, they'll hear us!”
“Blaze, love, you can't possibly want to stop now. I'm dying here,” he groans as his forehead meets my shoulder. Thing is, I just know if I told him to stop, he absolutely would without true complaint. And I find that to be a turn on in itself, so...I press my hips back a little and he slides in an inch.
“I need the words, Blaze,” he groans. “Are you giving me the green light? We'll be quiet, I promise. But I need to hear you say it.”
“Seeking consent is sexy. Yes, you have the green light. Fuck me quietly, Brad.”
He sheathes himself completely and we both let out low moans at the contact.
