Page 54 of The Fangirl and the Grump

Keegan

As twilight turns to dusk, we light a bonfire and circle around it on blankets Willow pulled from the trunk of her car. We changed out of our wet swimsuits in the woods earlier, and I’m naked beneath my black cover-up, so I have to be careful with my legs so I don’t flash anybody.

Bram pulls out a guitar and starts to play, singing along with the melody of some old country love song. I’m impressed. He sounds really good.

I’m cradled between Trace’s outstretched legs, leaning back against his chest with his arms curved loosely around me. I relax as the soothing strains of the guitar and Bram’s rich voice lull me.

My eyes move to Willow, who’s watching Bram with a soft smile. It takes me a moment to realize there’s love in her eyes, but not the kind that normally occurs between a woman and her crush. No. She’s looking at him like she looks at Trace, with the love and pride of a sibling.

When my gaze moves over to Pressley, I perk up a bit. She’s staring at Bram, too, but her expression is decidedly moreinterested. Like she’s crushing, hard. I look over at Bram again, and catch him peek over at Pressley every few seconds as he plays.

Interesting.

“Hey,” Trace whispers into my ear, “do you want to take a walk?”

I nod, and we stand. The others look over at us, but no one says anything as we wander away, hand-in-hand. Trace leads me into the wooded thicket where I changed with the girls earlier, pulling me deeper into the brush and further away from the bonfire.

A large boulder materializes in the darkness, and Trace leads me over to it before swinging me around and gently pushing me back against it. Pinning me there with his large body, he dips his head and kisses me. My lips part automatically to accept his probing tongue, and my core clenches with need.

“You looked fucking edible in that swimsuit earlier, and I’ve been dying to taste you all day,” he grumbles against my lips, then drops to his knees before me.

His palms glide up my thighs, taking my dress with them, and he groans with approval when he finds me bare beneath it. Lifting one of my legs, he drapes it over his shoulder and dives in, pushing his tongue through my flesh to find my clit with unerring accuracy. I lean back against the boulder and close my eyes, fighting furiously to keep quiet. Sound carries out here by the lake, and if I get too loud, the others will hear me, for sure.

I realize this is yet another first for me, doing something like this outside in the open. Knowing we could get caught somehow makes it even hotter, and I bunch my dress in one hand to hold it out of the way while my other hand fists in Trace’s hair. Tightening my grip, I pull him closer, increasing the pressure of his mouth on me.

A long, low, ferocious growl vibrates out of him, causing unexpected laughter to bubble out of me. Trace pushes two fingers deep inside me, whispers the tips across the secret spot he found last night, and pulls his head back to look up at me.

“What’s funny?” he asks, his voice husky and deep as he pumps his fingers deep inside me.

“You just…oh, God…yes…right there…you growled…just like a––”

My words cut off as he brushes his fingertips against my G-spot with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Do not say it,” he orders, and I snap my mouth shut as I nod. Then he touches that spot inside me one last time and adds, “Good girl.”

And that’s all it takes. I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my groan as I come.Hard.

Trace leans back in to stroke his tongue over my clit, drawing out my release as I writhe against the boulder, panting and sweaty. When I eventually sag with relief, Trace kisses the inside of my thigh, gently pulls my leg off his shoulder, and stands, leaning into me and bringing his mouth close to my ear.

“If I had a condom with me, I’d fuck you against this rock until you scream,” he says, grinding his erection against me.

“I have an IUD,” I blurt, and he freezes for a second before leaning back to meet my gaze.

“What?”

“It’s birth control,” I whisper. “I can’t get pregnant, and got myself tested after Carter. I have a perfect bill of health.”

“What are you saying, baby?” he asks, brushing my hair back and tucking it behind my ear.

I swallow thickly. “I’m saying I want you to fuck me against this rock right now.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I get tested every year. My results always come back negative.”

“I believe you,” I say, reaching down to grip his cock through his shorts. “Please, Trace.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice cracking as I squeeze him harder.

I nod quickly, then press my mouth to his. He kisses me ferociously, devouring me. He doesn’t fight me when I untie the drawstring of his shorts, then push the waistband down until his cock springs free. He groans into my mouth when I grip him, squeezing my fingers around his girth and stroking his length firmly. His cock swells in my hand, and I’m more than ready for him to push that behemoth into me.

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