Once they were long gone, Jake and Casey left for their five-star resort. Kyle had zipped our sleeping bags together and we both climbed inside. He held his arms open for me and I snuggling up to his warm, inviting body.
“I thought they’d never leave,” I whispered in his ear, as I nibbled on his tender flesh.
“It’s so nice, isn’t it?” Kyle reminisced, a happy smile on his face. “Just living off the land like old times?”
“It is,” I answered, not really paying attention to his Bear Grylls fascination with the wild. I was only interested in one thing, and that was him. Dropping my hands below the waist, I unbuttoned his jeans. That was all it took to curtail his nature ramblings and get focused on me. And the lustful look in his eye was all I needed to throw myself at him. We were grinding into each other and kissing fervently when a loud vacuum sound emitted from the adjacent tent. Kyle looked at me in confusion. The ruckus went on for at least a minute, disturbing the peaceful quiet that could only be experienced on a night spent in the wilderness.
“What the hell was that?” Kyle called over to his brother.
“Sorry, we were filling our bed with more air,” Casey answered.
Kyle rolled his eyes in disgust. “Well, are you done now?”
“Yep. Sooo comfy. Thanks for asking.”
I laughed and said, “You guys enjoy your high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, you hear?”
“Oh, you know we will, Kenzie,” Jake answered, in a suggestive tone. “And you be sure to enjoy the cold, hard ground.”
Kyle’s face took on a wicked grin. “Don’t you worry, Princess, we will.”
* * *
Once quiet had returnedto the campground, Kyle regained his composure and asked, “Where were we?”
“About here.” I smiled back seductively, brushing my hand past his dick.
“Oh, yeah.”
We gleefully resumed where we’d left off. Kyle flipped me onto my back and hovered over me as we continued our make-out session. As he laid his arm to my side, he flinched in pain. “Ow!”
“What?”
“A rock or something. Damn, that hurt.” He sat up and rubbed the spot, but just then his knee smacked into an embedded tree root. “Ow, shit.”
“Let’s scoot over,” I encouraged, not yet willing to give up on our tent sex. We both moved further into the tent, and then, regaining some of his lustfulness, Kyle lowered himself over me once again. But while I was running my hands up his back, I felt a sharp pain pinch into mine. “Ow… rock… Kyle, get off, there’s a rock. It just stabbed into my back.”
We both sat up and he pulled my shirt up to reveal a little bloody puncture wound.
“Dammit, where’s that first aid kit?” he asked.
“In the truck, I think.”
Kyle trudged out to get the kit for me, and by the time I was all patched up, neither one of us was in the mood anymore. We moved the sleeping bags again and found the least offensive spot possible, and even that was incredibly uncomfortable. As we lay awake, staring up through the mesh ceiling at the stars in the sky, Kyle mumbled, “Well, this sucks.”
“I know,” I giggled. “How did we ever manage to survive over a month in the wilderness?”
“No clue. Honestly, I’m so frickin’ jealous of Jake and Casey right now.”
“I know. I don’t think we’re cut out for rustic living.”
“No, I think you’re right,” Kyle agreed. “I just like my housecat lifestyle too much to put up with this shit.”
“Promise me tomorrow night we’ll get our very own noisy air mattress.”
“Only the finest for you, Babe.”
Kyle: Epilogue
