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What the hell did I just do? Like a sudden second wind on the edge of sleep, my eyes spring open, and I stare at the hulking stranger next to me. I just let him cum inside me. I’m not on the pill, and he didn’t use a condom. I just gave in to every wild instinct in my body and let him ravage me out in the wilderness.
The thought of all that make my pussy warm again, but he’s not awake to keep those rational thoughts at bay. Oh my god, I’m fucked!
I reach into my shorts quietly and dig out my cellphone before crawling out of the tent and step towards the car, calling home and putting the phone to my ear.
Silence.
“Shit,” I mutter. There’s no cell service out here. I really am stranded.
It’s strange, feeling so terrified now of all times. Maybe it’s the dark, but I feel gripped by nervousness. What have I done? Swallowing hard, I run my hands through my hair.
I just let a stranger cum in me out in the middle of nowhere.
“Sienna? Sienna, wake up!”
I feel the warm sunlight on my face as I become aware of Tristan’s voice speaking to me, and my heart sinks immediately as I remember my sudden panic last night. I sit up suddenly, then nearly fall back over in the back seat of his car where I’d dozed off last night.
“Shit,” I mutter, rubbing my eyes as he helps me out of the car and to my feet. I’m dressed only in the shorts I pulled on, but the summer air is warm enough around me that I don’t mind.
“Everything okay?” he asks, a concerned look on his face once I’m up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “You slept out here all night, did you?”
“S-sorry,” I mutter, a hint of guilt in my voice as I get the hair out of my eyes and do my best to smooth it. It’s going to be interesting keeping it tidy on this road trip. “I guess I kind of...had a moment.”
He doesn’t look convinced, and he puts his hands on my shoulders with a sincerely concerned look on that gorgeous fucking face of his. I want him to grab me and kiss me, punish me for being so disobedient, and for a moment, I think I see a hint of it under the surface, but instead, he raises an eyebrow at me.
“A moment? Are you sure you’re alright? When you weren’t beside me this morning, I was worried I’d gone farther than you’d wanted last night.”
“N-no!” I said, my eyes widening. “No, I...I’m not sure what got into me. I think it’s just the shock of leaving home and everything else behind so quickly, without warning.”
He smiles and relaxes, taking one of my hands into his and kissing it gently, his warm breath on my knuckles as he draws me closer and cups a hand under my breast. “We can always go back, doll. I can drop you off at your house and be out of your life forever, if you want, no questions asked.”
“No,” I reply softly, shaking my head, “you didn’t do anything wrong, Tristan. I don’t regret anything. I’m glad I came with you. If not for you, I would still be at the diner feeling sorry for myself. I’m tired of waiting around for my life to change—I’ve got to make things happen for myself. And you’re helping me do that, you know.”
He grins, then sweeps me off my feet suddenly, carrying me to the front seat where my bra and shirt are waiting for me. I suddenly realize he’s already put away the camp and packed it up—I must have slept through it all. He could have just driven off, but he wanted to make sure I was okay. I feel my heart warming at the thought of him taking care of me like that, and I smile quietly to myself.
“Good,” he says, hopping into the driver’s seat, “because it’s a long drive to Crescent City.”
About an hour into the drive, I remark something about my stomach rumbling, and we pull over at a diner along the road. It’s a pokey little place that reminds me of the job I just walked out on. As we settle in and the waitress takes our orders, Tristan eyes the menu a bit and gives a bright and charming smile.
“A couple of mimosas for us,” he orders, his eyes glittering with confidence. I hide my surprise, but to my shock, the waitress doesn’t ID us, and I can tell by the look on her face that she’s disarmed by Tristan’s charm. As she bustles away, I grin at him.
“Are you even legal for that?”
“Back home, sure, why should here be any different?” he says with that same grin that makes my heart flutter. He’s only wearing a t-shirt this morning, and with his sleepy hair, he somehow looks even hotter than he did in his button-down. “Don’t worry. I’ve even come up with a fun cover story for us. Oh, our lovely waitress is coming back—just play along!” he whispers rapidly. The woman comes back and Tristan reaches across the tab
le to take my hand, then tells her, “What is your most celebratory breakfast, madam? You see, we just got engaged and we’re heading up to Oregon to tell her parents, and we’re very excited.”
I have to fight to keep my jaw from dropping, and my pussy warms at the ease with which he stakes his claim on me. It was a stupid lie, but my mind can’t help but flash to the thought of him taking me as his wife, fucking me silly after a honeymoon…
For a moment the waitress looks ever so slightly downcast to find that Tristan is apparently taken, but then she just squeals with delight and says excitedly, “Oh my goodness gracious, how sweet! Can I see the ring? How wonderful!”
My heart sinks as I realize the flaw in Tristan’s plan — we have no ring — but without missing a beat he simply replies, “Oh, it’s being specially constructed in Monaco as we speak! Only the very best for my princess!”
Damn, he’s good at this. The waitress looks to me with a knowing wink and smiles. “Oh, you’re a lucky girl, you know!”
I blush, turning my face aside and giggling. “Oh believe me, I know!”
About an hour and a huge waffle with Congratulations! spelled out in chocolate chips later, we’re speeding the rest of the way to Crescent City.
