Page 47 of Bourbon & Bonfires

Lifting a brow, I nudge him to take a drink. He doesn’t pause. He doesn’t savor. No, he cringes and squints his eyes as he takes a small sip.

We sit together and share a glass of bourbon, watching the fire, and I feel nothing but happiness, peace, and ... well, horniness. A wanton need overcomes me, and I throw back the rest of the bourbon before handing Landon the glass and bottle. He places them in the small cooler he brought and I stand from his lap.

“I’m ready for bed,” I profess.

“You are? It’s ...” The words slip off his tongue as I lift my long-sleeved shirt over my head. “I could go to bed.”

I laugh as I turn toward our tent. Once inside, I quickly tug off my boots and leggings, leaving only my bra and panties as I snuggle into the bed he made us earlier with a mountain of blankets and pillows. Seconds turn to minutes, and I wonder if I should see what’s keeping him, when he suddenly pops his head in the tent with a huge smile.

“Sorry, I had to deal with the fire. I don’t want it to get too cold later. I’ll have to get up in a bit,” he begins as he kicks off his shoes and begins undoing his pants. “Fuck, it’s cold with no clothes on.” He shivers as he kicks his pants aside and grips the back of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head.

I pull back the blankets and his eyes bug out when he sees I’m only in my panties and bra. I giggle when Landon practically dives under the covers and on top of me. Bracing himself over me, his elbows rest on either side of my head. I open my legs a little, giving him room to settle between them. I feel his erection and a wicked grin appears on his lips as his breath tickles my lips. I gasp slightly, causing my mouth to open. A movement that doesn’t go unnoticed.

Landon slowly brushes his lips over mine. The feeling is light, a barely there whisper of a kiss. I feel the electricity in my core. Tingles blanket my skin as he melts into my body, the heat of his skin warming mine. I run my hands across his back, my nails gently scraping. His back tenses each time my hands move, and without preamble, he intensifies the kiss. The strength of the kiss takes me aback and my mouth opens, inviting in his tongue.

Our tongues meet, and it’s as though every previous kiss with anyone else has meant nothing. This is different. Deep inside, I feel every emotion he conveys. His feelings, our connection, the love building. This isn’t a prelude to dirty hot tent sex. This is making love. This is our hearts meeting, our bodies saying all the words neither one is prepared to speak aloud.

Landon tugs the cups of my bra down, my breasts popping out. The moment his tongue swirls around my hard nipple, I moan in ecstasy. I could come like this. His tongue lapping at my breast. His hand gripping my ass, pulling me to him. My hips lifting for friction. An orgasm builds from the slightest touch of his cock on my pussy, and I feel ridiculous knowing I can come like this, from a few kisses, his lips on my breast, and me grinding against him.

It’s almost too much. My breath is quick. My hands are everywhere: gliding across his back, down to his boxers, pulling at the waistband, running across his ass. Gripping him in my small hands as I grind and grind.

“That’s it baby. Use me, get off.”

“I ... oh God.”

I don’t want to come like this. I want him inside me. I want him to make me come. I don’t want to use him like some sort of human dildo. I want it all. I want him to feel me, I want to feel him. Ineedall of him.

I release my grip from him and begin tugging at my panties. When he realizes what I’m doing, Landon leans back on his knees and helps me when I can’t reach past my knees. His large hand makes circles on my abdomen as he looks at me, a small smile on his face. I lean up and pull my bra off.

Lying before him completely nude and spread out before him like a gift, I don’t feel awkward or embarrassed. I feel cherished and wanted. Loved.

Landon runs a finger along my slit, the wetness obvious as he slowly inserts a finger in me, his smile widening when his thumb flicks my clit. I was already on the brink, but that simple movement pulls my orgasm to the surface as my back arches, and I grab a pillow to cover my face as Landon’s fingers draw my orgasm to completion.

Sated, I let the pillow fall from my face as I hear the telltale signs of a condom wrapper. Instead of settling between my legs, Landon lies next to me on his side, his head resting in his hand while the other hand begins repeating it’s work on my still trembling pussy.

Leaning over, I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Passionately and desperately, my kiss intensifies before I nudge him onto his back. I quickly settle on top of him, taking him slowly until I’m complete with him inside me.

As I begin rolling my hips, my hands resting on his chest for leverage, I watch his face. Multiple emotions play like a movie across his face. Each one telling a different story, stories I want to know. He shifts a hand from where it rests on my hips and brings his thumb to my clit again. My tempo increases, and Landon begins lifting his hips, matching my rhythm. It isn’t long before my orgasm hits and I grip his chest with my fingers, likely leaving a scratch.

The moment his own orgasm peaks, Landon lifts up, his hand reaching behind my neck, pulling my mouth to his, kissing me as he rides his own wave of bliss.

“You’re really sure about this? Maybe I should make him go. He can make up the work.”

“Addison, babe. Come on, it’s four days. We’ll be fine.”

After our weekend camping, we came home to more details from Taylor about the funeral. Addison has to go, there is no question about that. But Mason has a big test in science and can’t miss school. I offer, like any good boyfriend would, to hang out with the kid while she goes out of town. She’s spent the last four days going back and forth on whether or not she’ll go or stay home.

I sip my coffee as I watch her look from the duffel style bag in her hand to her car and back. I’m highly amused at this scenario, and do everything in my power not to laugh at her. My sweet, beautiful, and slightly overprotective girlfriend is hilarious when she’s conflicted. And cute as hell.

“Are you laughing at me? This is not funny, Landon.” Her bag drops to the ground as she places her hands on her hips, foot tapping in frustration. She’s trying very hard to look threatening.

That does it, I burst out laughting, and she smacks me in the arm. Grabbing her by the waist, I tug her to me and place a quick peck to her lips. Addison rests her forehead on my chest with a huge sigh.

“Honey, it’s going to be okay. Mason and I will do our thing, work and school plus finish a few of the furniture pieces we’re working on for Spencer Garrison. Our weekend is full, and it’ll be good for you to spend time with your friends. Be there for your brother and Scarlett.”

“But, this isn’t your responsibility. You shouldn’t have to put your life on hold for my family and my problems.”

“Hey,” I begin while placing my coffee cup on the ground next to me and taking her bag from her hand, setting it next to my cup. Pushing the fallen hair from her messy bun out of her face, I continue, “We’re together, right?” She nods, her eyes focused on mine. “This is what we do. We are here for each other and help each other. Mason and I already spend our evenings and weekends working together. The only difference with this weekend is we’ll eat a few more meals together.”

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