Page 43 of Protector

I don’t really care where he takes us. If we’re staying at his place, that takes away some idea of the plan he had—because I don’t know how long we can fool around in his room without getting caught. Though just hanging out with him is more than enough for me.

But he doesn’t pull up to his house, which has the porch light on as usual when any of the kids are out at night. I smile at that, but frown when he drives down another road. One I’m familiar with also.

“We’re sleeping on the concrete of your house?” No way will that be comfortable.

He chuckles at that as he pulls up to where the foundation of his home has been poured. “No. That would be fucking freezing and uncomfortable. Come on.” He parks his truck and hops out, grabbing a bag from the back of his truck.

I sigh in uncertainty, with my heart thumping wildly in my chest. But I follow him anyway. I see a small trailer I haven’t seen before and stop as he walks to the front of it. “What is this?”

He turns to me. “I bought it last week. Thought it would be good to have a place to go until I can finish the house.”

I stare at the rusty old camper that’s likely from the 1970s, if I had to guess. It’s an ugly-ass green and has seen better days. It’s not much, but it’s not his bedroom with his parents right outside the door. It’s close enough to his parents’ home that we can see it but still a pretty good distance away.

“Do your parents know about this?”

He nods and pulls the creaky door open. “They do. I told them I’ll be staying out here more and more so I can work on the house in my free time. I’m eighteen. This was always the plan, Zach.”

We walk in, he flicks on the light, and I gotta say, I’m surprised anything works. It smells old. Yes, old has a smell, and this is it. But it’s fairly clean and taken care of, despite its age. There’s a small bathroom I worry neither of us will actually fit in, a sink, and a stove. There’s also a table with two booth-like seats that I know from seeing similar campers will fold down into a bed. But in the back of the trailer, I spot an actual bed, and a slow grin falls over my face.

“Easy. We have time,” he says, coming up behind me. We barely fit in here, but my eyes are still stuck on the bed. This will be the most privacy and alone time we’ve had yet, and I’m here for it. “Here let me get it warmer.”

I see a space heater he has set up in the middle of the floor and watch as he plugs it in. I’m hit with a different smell too, but it doesn’t matter. This is perfect. He flicks the lock on the door and places the bag he brought on the bed.

I’m nervous, and when he stands by the bed and doesn’t move, I realize he is too. “You okay?”

He turns to look at me, his eyes bright and full of promise. “Yeah. I’m okay. Are you?”

I nod and walk to him. “I’m here with you. I’m more than okay.” I put my hands on his hips and breathe him in.

“You disappointed about the game?”

I shake my head and answer him honestly, “Kind of glad we aren’t going to state and practice is done now. Until basketball.”

He grins and sighs softly. “Yeah, but I liked practice. More time together.”

“We’ll have plenty. Maybe I can bring the girls over more after school.”

He smiles, and his hand brushes my cheek. I lean into his touch the way I always do. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“Hey, Adam?”

“Yeah?” he asks as he looks into my eyes.

“Kiss me.”

And he does. He doesn’t hesitate at all, and it’s perfect. His lips fuse to mine, and his fingers go into my hair, gripping just tight enough. I love kissing him so damn much. How did I go so long without this?

Even when I started to realize how attracted I was to him, I never thought we’d be here. And yet, here we are, kissing in a camper, just outside of where he’s laying the foundation for his future.

A future, apparently, he’d always planned to share with me. “I wanna see you. All of you.” He breathes against my lips, and hell yes.

I quickly strip out of my coat and shirt with Adam chuckling when my shirt gets caught on my head, but I don’t care. We finally have a chance to be naked together, and I can touch him.

“You too. God, I need to see you too,” I barely manage as I pop the button on my jeans after tossing my shirt.

He’s still smiling wide, but he listens and pulls his coat off and then his shirt. He’s going a hell of a lot slower than I am. I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks before I push my jeans and my boxer briefs down and off, leaving me totally bare-ass naked in front of him.

He still has his entire bottom half to go.

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