“Wow, that’s quite the interesting tree,” Blake says. “Almost looks like a horse.”
I tilt my head and study it. It kind of does. I throw a leg over and straddle it. I hug it as if it were a horse. I pretend-throw a lasso. I’m a cowgirl, a cowgirl in hiking shoes, shorts and a Care Bears t-shirt.
Blake laughs. “Let me have a go, cowgirl.”
I climb off the weird tree and let him sit and pretend to be a cowboy. I pull out my phone from my back pocket and snap a pic. He smiles like a kid, and bounces off the tree like he’s riding a show horse. Then he fakes a fall and recovers, swipes a hand over his forehead, as if he’s just evaded near death.
I laugh as I snap a few more photos.
“You should post that on your Facebook,” he says. “That’s sure to make Parker jealous. I look super sexy, I’m sure.”
I laugh. “You look like a total dork, actually.”
He smirks. “Come here,” he says with a swift motion of his hand. “Come here. Let’s take a selfie.”
I climb up on the tree right behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. He smells like trees and popcorn, probably because he inhaled a whole bag on the drive here. I snuggle in closer.
“Whoa, baby. Settle down,” he jokes. “This is a public trail.” He grabs my phone and takes a photo.
“It’s pretty private,” I point out. “I haven’t seen another soul.”
He stills for a second and pulls from me. A second later, he’s up and back down on the warped trunk, facing me. He’s got that look in his eyes, the playful wicked smile that makes my panties wet.
My phone is still in his hand when he grabs my face and presses his sweet mouth on mine. I revel in the taste of his tongue as he twirls it around mine softly. He nibbles at my bottom lip, teasing me. I exhale a long breath into his mouth. I drop the water bottle I’ve been holding and dig my hands into his thick hair. I want him again. That’s all it takes… just a kiss. Sometimes it’s just a look.
I pull away reluctantly. We could get naked right here and fuck I suppose, but tonight is not about that. I want to build anticipation. I want to look forward to my time with him. I’m fully aware that it might be my last. Tomorrow, I have dinner with my family again, and then I’m off back home the next day.
“Hold on, cowboy,” I say softly. “I thought you wanted to be romanced,” I tease. “A quick fuck against a tree isn’t exactly romantic.”
His mouth has traveled to my neck. “Seems pretty romantic to me… trees, nature, birds.”
I pull away again. “Let’s see, so far, we’ve fucked on a freezer, and a backyard swing,” I point out. “Why don’t we try a bed?”
His laughter is muffled in the crook of my neck. “Sounds good. Let’s go,” he says. “How fast can we get there?”
“Oh, no, you need to be wined and dined first, remember,” I tease. “What kind of lady would I be if I just took advantage of you, if I treated you like a sex toy?”
He pulls from me, a smirk on his face. “You’re going to make me suffer, aren’t you?”
I smile. “Of course.”
He throws his head back in despair, but he’s still smiling. “Have I ever told you… you drive me crazy.”
I hop off the tree. “Many times.”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. “One more kiss,” he whispers. “I love kissing you.”
I wrap my legs around him, and this time I straddle him instead of the tree. I melt into him as his tongue dances around mine, as his hard-on presses between my legs. If we don’t stop soon, I’ll be begging him to pull off my shorts any second.
I tear myself away again – it gets harder every time.
He pulls me into him again and presses his mouth against my ear. “I agree with you,” he says. “It will be so much better if we wait, if we anticipate it. I can’t wait to get you completely naked, and explore you like I used to.”
I close my eyes and draw in a breath, trying to settle down the butterflies in my stomach. “Do you even remember what I look like?”
“Yes. Every single inch… every freckle. How could I forget?”
I smile, remembering how he used to love tracing invisible lines between the many freckles and tiny moles on my body.
