He was watching Noah fold his striped towel at high speed with a carefully neutral expression, but I could see the faint smile he was trying very hard to suppress.
I looked away before I did something unhelpful, like hit him with Noah’s picnic basket.
Noah packed up this stuff in the trunk of his rusty old convertible. Jason came over and gave me a solid parental look. “I have to come with you, Cam.”
“Firstly, you cannot call me Cam. Like, ever. And secondly, I’m driving home with Noah.” I threw my keys at him, and he caught them without comment. “Follow us.” I said, and sat in the front seat with Noah.
Noah’s convertible smelled like surf wax and the coconut air freshener shaped like a palm tree that hung from his mirror. He drove with careful, slightly overcautious energy. Every few seconds, he looked at his rear view mirror with panic in his eyes. At a traffic signal, he kept looking over his shoulders to take account of his entire surroundings, and eyed anyone who happened to look at him with suspicion.
I stared at him.
By the end of the night, one of these two men was going to get strangled by me.
Noah adjusted his rear view mirror for the seventh time. I rolled my eyes at him.
“What babe? Come on, don’t be mad. We could be getting followed by the cartel goons right now. Or maybe someone already has a target on our car.”
In the rearview mirror, Jason followed us at a steady distance.
Noah recovered over pizza.
By the time the boxes arrived and we were sitting at my kitchen table, he had returned to something resembling his normal self — mostly, I suspected, because the cottage was locked and Jason was in the room with us. Noah had invited him to join us for dinner, and before I could say anything Jason was already sitting across from us.
Something about Jason looking like he’d stepped right offMen In Blackseemed to be working its magic on Noah. He was talking to Jason like a starstruck ten year old meeting his pop idol for the first time.
“Have you ever bodyguarded a celebrity?” Noah asked as Jason poured wine for all of us.
“No, I’ve neverbodyguardeda celebrity. I’m onlybodyguardingCamila.” Jason’s eyes met mine. He smiled at me.
Was he making fun of my almost-boyfriend? How dare he?
I moved closer to Noah, and rested my hand on the back of his, and rubbed my fingers. I wanted Noah’s attention on me, not on Jason. Noah stopped talking to Jason and looked at me.
Yes. It had started to work.
I inched closer to him and whispered, “Are you going to waste this perfectly beautiful evening talking to another man or do you want some fun?”
Noah smiled, and his expressions changed from chatty to downright horny in one second. I leaned in closer to him, grabbed his hair and brought his lips close to mine. He started kissing me. I teased his mouth with my tongue, and he mouth me deeper in response.
Maybe Jason was watching. Correction. I knew Jason was watching, and I didn’t care.
I was not the Camila standing on the deck of a cruise watching her entire life shatter in a matter of minutes. I was the Camila who did what she wanted to do unapologetically, who didn’t ask for anyone’s permission to take up space, who didn’t care that her ex watched while she made out with another man.
I leaned close to Noah’s ear and whispered “Let’s go upstairs and fuck the hell out of each other.”
He smiled. He stood up, took my hand, and turned to Jason. “Hey man, it was great meeting you. Thanks for the security.”
“We’re going to head up,” I said, to the room in general.
Jason lowered his eyes, and stared at the table.
Noah’s hand was warm on my ass as we went upstairs, and I didn’t look back.
Noah was a good kisser.
We were both naked on the bed and he was kissing me on my neck. His kisses were unhurried and attentive, and I focused on that. Or at least I was trying to.
Noah kissed my neck, and sucked behind my ears, and a wave of lustful anticipation went through my nerves. I was horny, and I wanted him inside of me. I spread my legs wide, and Noah pulled me by my hips. He rubbed his cock up and down against my thighs and my waist and then in between my legs. I was completely wet. I needed to by fucked. I wanted it so bad. I curled up my thighs tightly around his crotch. He pushed his hard cock inside me, and I bounced back against him. I didn’t want anything else at that moment. I only wanted to get fucked hard.
