The next couple of hours go by in a flash as we eat and laugh together. S’mores are made, too many juice boxes are drunk, and the beer tastes better as the night goes on. It’s one of those nights where it feels like nothing could compare to the happiness we’re sharing. I know when fall comes, we’re all going to be a whole lot busier, but right now, we’re all able to soak in the warm summer night together as a family.
The kids start to fade once the sun goes down, falling like dominoes one after the other. I get Finn settled in his tent after he falls asleep on my chest. He was one of the last kids to go down.
I’m not even close to tired, but I’m ready to be alone with Farrah. It seems I’m not the only one with similar thoughts as Holt takes Gia back to their tent. Grayson turnsthe speaker up a little louder, even though our tents are plenty far from the fire pit to keep the sounds from traveling.
I silently take Farrah by the hand, waving goodnight to Gray and Emmett. They’ll take care of the fire before they go to bed.
Kicking off my boots outside the tent, I carefully climb inside. I brought a foam mat to keep the ground from digging into our backs, but it’s still not the most comfortable sleeping arrangement I’ve ever had.
I have a feeling cuddling with Farrah will make it all worth it.
She comes in behind me, leaving her boots outside as well. I’m shucking off my shirt when the music grows even louder. I can’t blame the guys. If I were out there, I wouldn’t want to hear my friends taking advantage of their time with their partners either.
“Do they really think we’ll be getting dirty in here?” Farrah whispers.
I chuckle at her outrage. “Without a doubt. And I feel like it would be a waste not to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“Knox.” She gasps. “We’re not doingthatwhere everyone can hear us.”
“But doesn’t that make it a little sexier?”
She opens her mouth to argue before snapping it closed again. I’m not sure if she’s just surprised or if the idea of someone potentially hearing us has turned her on. I decide that can be a conversation for later. “We could always play the quiet game.”
“I feel like my version of that is different than yours,” she says.
“Probably. In mine, we see how quiet you can be while I do everything in my power to make you scream.” I slide my palm up her ribcage to thumb her already pointed nipple. I’mnot sure if she shivers at my words or my touch. It doesn’t particularly matter.
Her next words stop my heart. “What if I want to see how quietyoucan be?”
Taking advantage of my shock, she pushes me backward, throwing her leg over my hips. I grip the outside of her thighs in an effort to keep a handle on my control. She looks gorgeous on top of me like this.
Leaning forward, she presses kisses to the side of my neck before moving toward my collarbone and across my chest. She traces my happy trail with her tongue, and I grunt, tightening my abs at the sensation.
She works on the button of my jeans before carefully sliding the zipper down. Her mouth follows the same path, running over the head of my cock through my underwear. It’s clear where this is going, so I grip her hair and lightly tug on it to bring her back up to my face.
I search her expression, trying to find any type of hesitance or resistance to putting her mouth on me. She just looks at me with the sweet naivety that I love. “I fully intended to worship you tonight, Princess. I didn’t expect you to do anything but enjoy it.”
“Good. I’m enjoying myself right now.”
I smirk. “Are you, now?”
Her grin is smug. “Mm-hmm. I’d like to continue what I was doing, please.”
“Such a good girl, being polite.”
Her eyes narrow, but she can’t hold it for long when I throw her a teasing grin. I pop a kiss against her lips before settling back down. “Please continue.”
“Thank you.” She humphs. It makes me laugh until her little fingers dig into the waistband of my boxers and wrap around my raging cock.
“Fuck, Princess.”
“Shhhh. I thought we were being quiet.”
I grit my teeth, worried about cracking a tooth with how hard I’m going to have to clench to keep from shouting.
My eyes fly open when her tongue laps at my piercing. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them or that she’d pulled my cock out of my boxers either.
She looks up at me with mischief in her gaze as her mouth closes over me. I have no idea what kind of tricks she’s using, but I swear to fuck I’m going to pass out with how good this feels.
