Page 40 of Diverge

It looks like tonight is not just our regular group, though. Finn has invited some of his colleagues, and Grace has invited a few of her work friends, too.

Some of which I don’t even know. Goes to show how rarely I go out with her. Everyone’s quite tipsy or borderline drunk after the few shots of tequila that Grace made us do. I don’t know how this woman has this much energy. Sometimes I wish I could be like Grace, not having a care in the world about anything and doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Nate excuses himself as he makes his way inside. Finn immediately seizes the opportunity to speak with me.

“I didn’t know you and Nate were a thing.” It is the first sentence he has said to me all night.

I shrug. “I didn’t know I had to tell you every little detail about my life.”

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“So what if we are? I like Nate.” It doesn’t sting as much as I thought it would to admit my feelings for Nate to Finn.

He nods solemnly. “I just thought...” He pauses. “Never mind.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” I say as I look up at him, the heat from the fire ricocheting off his beautifully smooth skin.

He purses his lips. “No, you don’t.” He takes a drink from his beer, almost downing it in one go. Almost tripping over a rock, he walks over to Grace, who’s now under a huge blanket, lying on the old hammock.

Sighing, I get up and make my way inside to find Nate. I feel like I’ve searched the entire house when I see the top of his head outside through the large window out the front of the house, standing next to his Jeep. It looks like he’s on the phone.

Not wanting to interrupt, I grab myself a cider from the fridge in the kitchen when my eye catches an old photo of me, Finn, and Grace, probably about fourteen years old.

I remember this photo. We were camping out in the woods together when it started to storm in the middle of the night, so we were forced to pack up the tent and our belongings and come back to sleep in the cabin with Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie. Finn is drenched from head to toe in the photo, his hair sticking to his face. Grace and I are laughing because we stood under a large tree as he packed everything up so we wouldn’t get wet. I can’t help but laugh at the memory.

I must have been engrossed in that memory for a bit because I feel Nate’s strong arms wrap around me from behind. “Want to go for a walk?” He breathes into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“It’s dark, and who knows what’s in the woods at this time of night.” I place my hands on his as they caress from my stomach down to my hips. I feel his erection press against my ass.

“You don’t think I could protect you?” he whispers into my ear between planting soft kisses on my neck.

Turning around, I wrap my arms around his neck and plant my lips on his. His tongue hastily slides into my mouth, hungrily tasting me. I whimper as his masculine aura engulfs me. Grabbing his hand, I lead him out and into the woods. We’re just far enough from the bonfire that we can hear the music still booming through the woods but not close enough for anyone to notice.

“Chokehold” by Sleep Token booms through the speakers as Nate reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. Pushing his body against mine, he backs me into a tree, the bark scraping against my back. Placing his hand on my cheek, he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“This has been on my mind all day.”

He slips his hand between us and cups my pussy over my jeans, sending a flutter straight to my clit. An involuntary whimper leaves my lips as he places some pressure. Adrenaline fires like a rocket inside me as I reach out to unbuckle his jeans, hungry for the only thing that could satiate my thirst. Kneeling, I pull down his jeans along with his boxer briefs, his cock springing out to greet me. His pretty, big, and long shaft stares directly at me. Taking it in my hand, I give it a little squeeze and am awarded with a groan from Nate’s throat. Taking just the tip inside my mouth, I tease the bottom sensitive area with my tongue. His eyes blaze as he looks down at me, one hand in my hair.

“Holy fucking shit,” he breathes, his head back looking up at the sky, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. I’m making him feel this way.

Me.

Taking him completely into my mouth, I move my hand against his shaft up and down. He pulls my hair, forcing me to stand up and turns me around to face the tree. Lifting up my skirt, he pulls aside my undies and pushes into me.

We both moan from the instant he slides into me, there is nothing but need, lust, and want in the way we fuck right now. I brace myself with both hands against the tree as he wraps one hand around my throat, pulling me deeper into his body. Every thrust sends my body jerking against the tree, making me wetter and needier. With his other hand, he reaches down between my legs and begins rubbing my clit.

“You look so fucking sexy, pressed up against this tree, taking it like a good girl.” I lick my lips as my nails dig into the bark. “Mygood girl.”

The intensity of the sensation of feeling full of his cock and being stimulated with his fingers begin a tornado of pleasure rising inside my belly.

“Nate,” I say through heavy breathing.

“Yes, baby?” he breathes in my ear, and I think it almost sets me off. I moan at the way he calls me baby. His dick moves in and out of me hard and fast, leaving me breathless. His hand presses on my clit, and I completely come undone, waves of pleasure surging through me.

“I love when you come all over me, baby.” He pushes into me once more as he buries his load into me, groaning with pleasure.

After taking the time to clean ourselves up and put our clothes back on, we hold hands as we head back to the party. Everyone is visibly drunk now, strewn about in the chairs, listening to music, and passing around weed. My eyes catch Finn’s as he looks at us, his jaw clenches. Visible anger whirls around inside his piercing blue eyes.

“Oh, look who decided to join us after a quick fuck in the woods.” He gestures to us, as my eyes widen in pure mortification.

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