I needed more from her. I needed her pleasure. I felt drunk on it. It was a beautiful high knowing that when she pleasured herself at home in her own bed she would be imagining us in this moment together.
She would think about my cock between her fat, pink lips while my mouth was covered with the moisture she would rub along her clit. I wanted her to imagine me. I wanted her to think about the way my hand was grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to my mouth.
She moaned around my cock, and I jerked closer to her. We were both so close. Her legs were shaking next to my ears, but they didn't stop her from riding my face with everything she had.
I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked hard as she rolled my balls softly in her hands. We both set off at the same time. Neither one of us even tried to be quiet. Her screams were muffled around my cock, but I knew they were loud.
Her body sank down on top of mine as we both tried to catch our breath. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I traced the moisture on her skin as I ran my fingers down her back.
For a second I thought I heard movement outside, but it was hard to tell through the ringing in my ears and the ragged breaths.
Erica looked over her shoulder at me right before we heard the whisper.
"Erica?"
Erica tensed as I chuckled beneath her.
She smacked my leg as she answered her searching best friend.
"I'm in here, Kat," she whisper-shouted.
"Thank fuck." This time it was my best friend's voice that rang through the tent.
Erica's body shook against mine as we tried to hold in our laughter, but I couldn't help agreeing with him. Thank fuck indeed.
I couldn't believe what had happened last night. What's more was that I couldn't believe I didn't regret a second of it. I thought I would feel used or angry when I woke up this morning, but Gabe's body was wrapped around mine like he was holding on for dear life.
When my eyes fluttered open, I was shocked when I saw him watching me while I slept. His eyes were soft, and he was looking at me with something. Longing? Surely not. It couldn't be.
He kissed me softly on my nose before we sat up and made our way out of the tent. No words were said between us, but neither of us could stop the smile on our faces.
Everyone watched us as we exited the tent. Apparently, we were the last ones awake. Kat wore a giant smile on her face, and I had to avoid her eyes to stop myself from laughing at her dreamy look. Kat liked to believe that everyone's lives could be like one the romance novels she loved to read. She saw hope that I was in Gabe's tent last night. She dared to dream of happily ever after's and white picket fences.
I wouldn't allow myself to have those thoughts. I knew what last night was, and I didn't let myself dream for more. Gabe gave me more pleasure than I had ever experienced, but pleasure is all it was. I didn't read into his soft touches or lingering stares. I certainly didn't have butterflies when I woke up to him staring at me. Gabe had already broken me once, and there was no way I would be breaking down for him again. My happily ever after was buried at the bottom of the rubble where he left my heart. My wall was built, and he was going to have to rebuild my trust if he wanted within those walls again.
I set down near the fire that Johnny was cooking our breakfast on. Cooking is a relative term. It looked more like he was torturing the poor sausage.
"What'd that sausage ever do to you?" I asked as he stabbed a fork at the defenseless meat.
"It doesn't really matter. Does it? We seem to forgive and forget what others have done to us around here," he grumbled.
"Ouch." I rubbed my chest like he had shot me through the heart. When in reality, he kind of did. I was well aware of what Gabe had done to me. I hadn't forgotten, but I also didn't need it rubbed in my face.
"Great talk, friend." I stood from my chair to walk away, but Johnny's warm hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me.
"I'm an asshole," he said softly behind me.
"You think?"
"Just sit down. I'm sorry. Okay? I just can't stand the thought of him hurting you again. You don't deserve it." He rubbed his free hand through his hair.
"I know, Johnny. I'm really okay. I'm not falling in love with the guy." He gave me a skeptical look. "What? I'm just having fun. I promise to protect my heart from him."
"And if he hurts you again?" He looked at me expectantly.
"If he hurts me again, then you can kick one of your best friend's ass's."
He nodded his head as if he was satisfied with my response. He pulled me into him and put his arm around my shoulders.
"What do you call a cow with no legs?" His gruff voice said right above my head that was leaning against him.
"I don't know. What?" I asked with a small giggle in my voice.
"Ground beef."
A very unladylike snort sounded throughout the campsite causing everyone to turn toward me and me to cover my mouth. Johnny's deep chuckle resonated throughout my body as I laughed hysterically.
I could feel Gabe looking at me, and when I looked up, he had a look of both annoyance and happiness on his face. It was confusing. It was thrilling.
I could relate to the confusion because the fact that he may have been jealous of my friendship with Johnny both annoyed me and made me happy. It annoyed me because Johnny was the one who had been there for me when I fell. Gabe was nowhere to be seen when I was torn apart by his hands, but Johnny was. Johnny was a damn good friend, and I wouldn't change our relationship for the world. On the other hand, it made me happy to see jealously staring at me in those green eyes. It meant he actually cared. I wasn't sure if he cared because he thought I was his piece of ass for tonight or he felt something more, but he cared. That's all I needed to know.
The ride home was so much better than the ride there. As Erica climbed her sexy ass into the backseat of the truck, I made sure to climb in right behind her. I could tell that every move I made was grating on Johnny's nerves, but I didn't give a damn. We made some improvement last night, and I'd be damned if I sat back and watched my girl sandwiched between two of my best friends.
My girl.
Jesus.
One night. That was all that it took for me to forget everything I had been trying to accomplish for months. Stay the fuck away from her. It seemed simple at the time.
Stay away.
Don't hurt her.
Don't get hurt.
Why the hell did that turn into the hardest thing in the world to accomplish? The harder I tried to stay away from her, the more I craved her.
When I left, I knew what I was doing to her. I knew it would hurt her, but not nearly as much as I could. It was better to cut it off before either of us had got in too deep.
I hadn't expected to show back up and see the pain in her eyes that I felt in my chest. I didn't think she cared about me nearly that much. I wasn't sure why she did. I had never given her a reason to.
I left to clear my head. I left to find some closure. I left because I was fucking scared.
As I sat by my sister's grave, I found myself telling her all about Erica. I told her about how she looked when she laughed. I told her how she made me feel. I told her how I would never be able to keep her in my life.
Talking to my sister almost tore my heart out, but it also helped me. It made me feel connected to her again. It was something that I hadn't done in a very long time. I tried to avoid thoughts of her at all because I knew it would stir the nightmares back up.
My sister was buried next to my grandparents' a few towns away from us. They were the only people who ever really loved her like she deserved to be loved. Except me of course. I couldn't save her, but God, I loved her.
She used to annoy the hell out of me. She always wanted to hang around me and my friends, and I dreaded her following us around. I never let her know that though. I would never leave her alone in that house with our so called parents.
If they weren't high, they were fighting. I could handle it. I had handled it a long time, but I didn't want Kara to have to. She deserved so much better than that. She was so sweet. So innocent. Every night before she went to bed, she would say "I hope you have big dreams tonight."
Every night she said it, and every night I dreamed the same dream. To get me and her out of the hell we were living in.
Most nights she would end up in my bed out of fear. My parents' drug use kept them awake through most of the night and passed out throughout most of the day. I would be startled awake by their yelling or by their partying and moments later Kara's little feet would come running across my floor.