He pulls back slowly and then thrusts in sharp with a low groan. Both hands grip my hips hard as his pace quickens. He pounds me so fast and hard I can feel my knees slipping in the earth and my breasts coming free of my bra. I reach below to help myself out and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming. I try to keep my cries subdued in case the sound carries, and I can only eke out breathless little whimpers of his name over and over again as the world around me swirls in a beautiful dance.
He isn’t done yet. He slams into me, his balls slapping against my ass, skin on skin, until finally he’s moaning loudly and pushing in with three final thrusts, burying himself deep inside of me. He slowly wraps his arms around me from behind, then slips his cock out.
I hear rustling in the distance, so I straighten up and get to my shaky feet, pulling up my shorts. In my daze I can see people heading toward us along the rows. Uncle Jeremy’s kids, Keri and Kam.
“Shit,” I say, dropping back down before they see me. Josh stays low, pulling up his jeans, and I take his hand. We walk crouched down along the vines until we’re heading down the rise on the side not facing the house. There, with the hill blocking us, we stand up, bathed in shadow.
I lean over and kiss him quickly on the lips, unable to keep myself from smiling or touching him.
He grins lazily at me. “Told you.”
“What?”
“That I was going to explode inside of you.”
“Well, you did just that.” And once again I disappear behind a row of grapes to pee so I don’t have the same problem as before. Either I have to stop wearing shorts or we have to stop having sex outside.
When I come back around the corner, I see Keri and Kam at the top of the rise, thankfully not where we had sex, and waving at us to follow them. I grab Josh’s hand and we go.
No one seems very suspicious of me and Josh going missing for a while. When we get back to the house, only my mother is at the kitchen door, eyeing us warily, but when Keri and Kam, bless their innocent hearts, tell her that they found us talking, that probing look of hers goes away.
Ah, poor mum. If and when she finds out about me and Josh, she’s going to have a conniption. I’m not sure if the fact that he’s not staying in the country for long will be a good thing or a bad thing for her, in this case.
Keri and Kam are nice kids, and they seem to get significantly older each time I see them. I’m always surprised to see them taller and dressing differently, but they’re easygoing and lighthearted. A bit like Amber in that respect, though they’re from different sides of the family. Keri and Kam are also more closely connected to their Maori heritage than I am. It’s nice to have those little reminders of where I came from.
My uncle Jeremy is a riot, though. He and my uncle Robbie, whom I borrowed Mr. Orange from—and now think a lot differently of, thanks to his porn collection—are brothers, born ten years apart. That said, they’re pretty much the same, right down to their laugh. Robbie is more subdued because he’s the older sibling and smokes more grass, while Jeremy is the loud one, but they’re both nutters. We’ll see my uncle Robbie when we go up to the Northland to spend New Year with my grandfather—he takes care of him, even though my grandfather is strong as an ox.
“Ever been to a hāngi, bro?” Uncle Jeremy asks Josh as we sit down to the wide kauri wood table my father made.
Josh shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
Uncle Jeremy laughs and has a swig of his beer. “Then you haven’t. When you go up north, you’ll have one, aye? Robbie will make sure of that. So will Pops. How about the hongi?” Josh only stares so my uncle winks at me. “We’ll let Pops deal with that one.”
Josh looks utterly bewildered by all these Maori terms but he’s taking it in stride. He starts talking about funny Canadian stuff, to which Jeremy cracks up. I look at Amber, who’s drinking our own pinot noir and flushing at the cheeks, clearly enjoying herself. It’s weird to think that in a few days she’ll be flying to Australia on her own. I wonder if she can hunt down Nick and kick him in the nuts for me.
Though it’s not quite the roast my mother has planned for Christmas Day, it’s still a feast of roasted vegetables and homemade steak and onion pies. She’s always been very good at stuffing us silly, which is probably why it’s a blessing that my aspirations turned from art to physical fitness. I was already starting to go a bit doughy in the stomach, hips, and thighs when I was a teenager.
The thought that my physical fitness might no longer be as crucial to my daily life begins to eat away at me. I try to focus on whatever my family is talking about, especially what Josh is saying, but my thoughts keep going to the fact that when I eventually emerge from this vacation haze, I’m going to have to face cold, hard reality, and Josh’s cock won’t be there to distract me from it.