Page 34 of Savage Spades

With a sigh, he pushed out of the chair and started to run after her. She squealed when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Let’s wait until the morning when we can see,” he whispered into her ear. The feel of her warm body against his made his dick twitch. He tried to keep it under control since he had her pulled in front of him, and she would feel it if he got rock hard.

“No, I’m hot. Water feels good.” She wiggled out of his arms before skipping to the small area of sand that led to the water. He could barely make out her frame in the darkness.

“I don’t have my trunks,” he yelled after her.

“And I don’t have my suit.”

It took him a minute to realize what she was suggesting. Looking behind him, they were far enough away from the bonfire that no one could see them. He heard a splash, and his decision was made for him. He walked the rest of the way until he was standing at the entrance of the lake. In the moonlight, he could make out Cam’s head bobbing in the water.

“Come on, it feels good…unless you’re scared,” she teased.

He looked down to see the clothes she was wearing laying on the sand. His dick hardened instantly, and he stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in the sand next to hers. The water was cold, but it was a nice contrast to the hot heat of the summer. Rock and sand indented the bottom of his feet as he moved toward her. When he got close to her, she smiled at him. He could see her clearly now. Her face was usually a mask of annoyance or stress, but now, she just looked relaxed and happy.

“You got me out here. Is this where you drown me?” he asked.

She laughed. “I could. I hadn’t thought about it.”

He took a step closer to her, wanting to feel her soft skin. She didn’t step back as he expected her too.

“I like you, Kit,” she admitted.

That was a relief considering he usually had no idea how she felt about him. He was glad he wasn’t the only one who felt their connection. He reached under the water and grabbed her waist. Fuck, her skin felt so soft. She pressed her breast against his naked chest, and his dick was at full attention. He moved his hands down to grip her ass, and she let out a moan.

“That feels good,” she whispered. God, he wanted her so bad right now. She reached between their bodies and started trailing her hand down his chest.

“Wait,” he said, stopping her in her tracks. It would be so easy to give her what she wanted, but he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to lift her up and impale her with his hard cock, it wasn’t right.

She puffed out her bottom lip. “Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

A laugh bubble up from her throat. “I’m fine.” She started to move her hand again, but he latched onto her wrist.

“If you still want to have sex in the morning, we can. But when I do fuck you,” he said, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’ll make sure you remember it in the morning.”

Goosebumps rose across her skin. She pressed her big tits harder against his chest; her hard nipples rubbed against him. He’d fantasized about this exact moment so many times he just wished she was sober so he could act on it. Hopefully, she felt the same way in the morning.

“Please, Kit,” she whispered.

He swallowed. “I can’t. Not when you’re drunk.”

She pushed away from him to give herself some distance before splashing him with water. “You’re no fun.”

He laughed. “Come on, let’s go back to the tent.”

When they got out of the water, she didn’t want to put her clothes back on, so he carried her to their tent buck naked. He was relieved that everyone had gone off to bed, and the fire was slowly dying. Even if someone was awake, they couldn’t see her. He laid her down in one of the sleeping bags, and she passed out. He got in his sleeping bag and went to sleep, dreaming about the beautiful woman next to him and hoping that she’d feel the same way in the morning as she had tonight.

Chapter Thirteen

Cam

The sound of voices woke her from her dreams. She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings. It took a minute for her to remember where she was. She sat up, but her head started to pound, so she laid back down. Her mouth was so dry you’d think she’d been living in a desert.

“Hey there.” The voice made her jump, which only made her headache worse. Kit lay in the sleeping bag next to her. He was shirtless…or just naked.

She couldn’t tell because the sleeping bag covered the lower half of his body. She looked down at her own body, realizing she was naked in the sleeping bag.

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