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Sweat trickled down his neck and arms in rivulets, and I had to clamp my teeth shut to keep myself from licking my lips.

He’d already ran a full two miles while I barely walked one, and then he’d started this as soon as we’d gotten back to the cabin we were renting.

Attie was staying with his parents, in the cabin next to ours, although they weren’t there yet. All of our cabins were in a row, so we didn’t have to go far to find the rest of our families.

We’d been the first to arrive, and I kept tossing surreptitious glances out the window to see if I could get my first glance, even though I knew they weren’t going to be there for at least another hour or two. I wasn’t sure if they were unloading their car first, though, so I kept peeking.

We were actually meeting them at a restaurant that was fairly popular for the crowd gathering in Beaver’s Bend.

“What has you so nervous?” Drew asked. “You need me to do anything to take your mind off it?”

He leaned forward and started stretching his calves, planting both fists into the carpet and leaning back on one foot.

The muscles of his arms bulged, and I swallowed, the familiar tingle in my pussy flaring to life as I watched the sexy man move.

“Uhhh,” I said smartly.

He switched arms and moaned as the stretch worked its magic on the sore muscles of his legs.

“Aspen?” Drew grinned, panting lightly. “What are you doing?”

I stood up and stripped my clothes from my body, revealing the garter belt, hose, and matching panty and bra set I’d slipped on after my shower.

He hadn’t seen it before, and I’d been saving it for tonight. However, the way the sweat was clinging to his body, as well as the way his eyes seemed heated, made me forget my good intentions.

The road to hell is paved in them.

His head came up when I dropped the t-shirt that was covering my upper half, his eyes dragging along my legs and stopping when he found out exactly what I was wearing…up close and personal.

“What are you doing?” He repeated, his voice having dropped at least an octave in about thirty seconds flat.

“I’m using you,” I told him, walking up to him until my pussy was just a few inches from his face.

His hands came up to rest on my hips, and I smiled.

I had him.

“You think the maid comes while we’re out?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“That’s what the chick at the front desk said. They come twice a day, and most of them try to come during the evening hours while the folks are out for dinner,” he said, licking his lips, then leaning forward to place a kiss right above my panty line.

I stepped back out of his reach, then challenged him with my eyes.

“I want the maid to know I was well fucked in this room when she comes to check on it later,” I whispered, backing up until my knees hit the bed with a soft thump.

Drew smiled, taking his shirt off by hooking his hand in the collar at the back of his neck and bending over to pull it swiftly from his body.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said, standing up to start on his shorts.

I bit my lip, causing his eyes to zero in on the move.

He always got so hot when he saw me do that. I didn’t really know why, but I found myself doing it way more than I needed to just for the simple fact that I liked his reactions to it.

I sat down heavily, then rolled over to present my ass to him.

He moved up behind me; his hairy thighs met the backs of mine.