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“I like your bossy side,” she says as she obeys, her gaze devouring me as I drag my pants and boxer briefs down and toss them to the side of the tent. Her lips part on a rush of breath. “I like that even better.”
“My cock?” I grip my swollen length, stroking myself up and down.
She nods loosely. “Hell, yes. Get over here and do bad things to me.” She reaches for me and I go into her arms without a beat of hesitation.
It just feels so right, so easy and comfortable and hot as fucking hell. Tessa doesn’t feel like a new lover. Even the way we communicate—the way she asks for me to suck her clit harder when I’m making her come on my mouth, how quickly she says “yes,” when I ask if I can pull her hair while I fuck her from behind—it’s all so simple and…beautiful.
She’s so fucking beautiful, back on top of me now, her breasts bouncing as she rides me to her third orgasm of the night. I drag her lips back to mine and lift my hips, giving her even more to grind against as she takes me every bit as fiercely as I’m taking her.
“Oh, Wes. Oh, God, Wes, I’m almost there,” she says. “So close, I’m so close.”
“Then come for me, baby,” I say. “Come all over my cock.” Her spine arches and ridiculously sexy coming sounds coo and moan and whimper from her throat. “Good girl,” I pant as I pump harder into the slick, clutching silk of her pussy. “Good girl, fuck you feel so good. So good, Tessa.”
I come so hard the pleasure is almost painful. I grimace into her hair as my cock jerks inside her and my release moves through me in fierce, wrenching waves. It feels so good, so fucking good, I should have known there was something different about this aside from the fact that Tessa is absolutely delicious in bed.
As I finally come back into my body, I register the wetness all over my thighs, and tense beneath her, cursing softly.
“What’s wrong?” She props up on one arm, staring down at me in the thick shadows of the tent.
I run what I hope is a comforting hand down her back to rest on the curve of her ass. “Nothing. I just… We didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” She relaxes with an easy sigh. “Birth control isn’t an issue and I was tested after my last relationship. I found out Nate was cheating after we broke up, so I wanted to be sure I was okay. And I am.”
I hug her closer. “Nate is a fucking idiot and the rest is…good. I’m safe, too. I’ve only been with one person in the past year and we were both tested.”
She brushes my hair from my forehead. “Good to know.”
A hint of guilt worms through my belly again, but I push it away. I should come clean with Tessa about Darcy and…I will. But not now. Not when she’s kissing her way down my chest and this night has been so perfect.
Nearly an hour later, after Tessa’s sucked my cock back to life and I’ve fucked her slow and deep, holding her gaze as I move inside her, we lay side by side watching the stars come out through the netting at the top of the tent.
We talk about everything and nothing—our families, our careers, growing up in Bad Dog, and the way Nate ghosted her like an emotionally stunted chump.
The mention of her ex again prompts thoughts of my soon-to-be ex, but I don’t mention Darcy until the next morning over coffee.
I do my best to deliver the news with a light touch, assuring her the first thing I’m going to do when I get to town is end things with Darcy.
“Oh my God.” Tessa sits down hard on the log beside the dead fire, shaking her head numbly back and forth. “I can’t believe this. I’m the other woman. You made me the other woman. I’m a cheater.”
“No, you’re not,” I assure her. “And I’m not either, not really. Honestly, Tessa, I had decided to end things before we ran into each other yesterday. Darcy and I aren’t good together. Not anymore. We never were, honestly, not like you and me. We never had a night like last night.”
She shakes her head harder, her eyes squeezing closed. “No. I don’t want to hear about your girlfriend, Wes. Last night was really special to me. I thought…” She opens her eyes with a sigh. “Never mind what I thought, but I—”
“It was special to me, too,” I say, crouching down in front of her and taking her hands in mine, grateful when she allows it. “Please, Tessa,” I say, waiting until her troubled gaze meets mine. “I’m going to end things this morning. I swear to you. And then, can we talk more about this? About what comes next, for us? Please? I don’t want this to be a one-night thing.”
Her gaze softens and there’s a hint of hope in her voice when she says, “We could meet for second breakfast at the diner by the lake. Great pancakes and a decent amount of privacy if you eat at one of the outdoor tables.”
“That sounds perfect,” I say, my heart lifting. “I’ll text you as soon as I’m free.”
We pack up camp and hike out to our cars.
The vibe between us is more guarded than it was last night—at least, on Tessa’s part—but still warm and friendly and so damned good. A wild part of me starts to think maybe this is it, the relationship I’ve been hoping for since being single started feeling stupid a few years ago.
And then I get to Darcy’s place and everything goes to shit.
By the time I text Tessa that evening to try to explain, she’s blocked my number.
Over the next several months, I try—and fail—to reconnect with the woman I can’t get out of my head, but she turns avoiding me into an art form.
