Unwanted Heat

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SWEETER THAN HONEY

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Ever since I turned nineteen, I’ve been waiting for this moment. I check the bag I’ve packed again for the millionth time, making sure I

have all of my tiniest bikinis and shorts, before walking downstairs. Every year I go on a camping trip with my best friend and her dad, well, almost every year. Last year’s was cancelled because her dad couldn’t take off work, but this year it’s on, and I’m more than ready for it.

Since Sara and I both just turned nineteen, and to make up for missing last year, her dad added another week onto the trip, and he’s reserved us a great spot at the campground. I can’t fucking wait, and it’s not at all because I love camping. It’s more about the fact that I’m completely obsessed with my best friend’s dad. I know it’s wrong and weird and that he’s more than twice my age, but Matt is a fucking god in my eyes, and there’s just no changing it.

As soon as I hear a knock at the front door, I grab my bag and hope I can make a quick escape. No such luck. My parents are already opening the door and ushering Matt and Sara in when I round the corner. My eyes run over the tight, black T-shirt that Matt’s wearing and the way it accentuates his broad shoulders and killer body. His tatted-up arms look even more sculpted than usual, and by the time I drag my eyes up to his, he’s giving me a very amused grin, and I swear he can tell what I was just thinking.

“We should probably get going,” I say, trying to move this along.

“I don’t know how you managed to turn our girl into such a nature lover,” my dad says, “but she looks forward to these trips all year long.”

I feel my face heat up as my mom bobs her head up and down in agreement. Matt laughs and my face heats up even more.

“I enjoy them too,” he says, before looking at his watch. It’s a black tactical-looking thing that can probably work five miles underwater.

“We should probably get going if we’re going to make it before dark.” “Well, take good care of our girl,” my dad says.

Matt’s green eyes lock on mine, and he’s so fucking sexy that I can barely stand it. I feel my panties grow wetter with each passing second. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her,” he says, and I can almost let myself believe that it’s a desire I see in his eyes, but he quickly looks away as Sara grabs my arm and gives me an excited grin.

“There’s going to be a massive party there,” she whispers in my ear as we walk to her dad’s truck. “Brian texted and told me all about it.”

Brian, the guy she’s been crushing on for years, is a year older than us and lives close to the campground. He’s always hanging around the lake, and she’s been working her ass off to catch his eye. I laugh and roll my eyes at her while Matt tosses my bag in the back with all the other equipment.

“Do you want to sit in the middle?” I ask Sara, trying to make it sound like it’s no big deal.

I try to hide my huge smile when she says, “Hell no, I want the window.”

Climbing in, I scoot over so I’m a lot closer to Matt than I technically need to be, but if he notices, he’s not letting on. The gear shift is right between my legs and while Sara puts her earbuds in and stares out the window, I part my thighs a bit, smiling when my ridiculously short shorts ride up even higher.

He looks down and lifts a dark brow at me, but he doesn’t tell me to move. Instead, he starts the car, shifts us in first, and pulls out of the driveway. I try very hard to not think about how close his hand is to my pussy, but it’s impossible not to. I’ve been saving everything for Matt, and some days I feel like I’m going to burst from horniness. Today is one of those days. If I can’t get him to fuck me on this trip, then I’m going to lose my damn mind.

By the time Sara falls asleep with her head leaning against the window, I’m so aroused I can’t think about anything except how close Matt’s body is to mine. Our shoulders keep bumping, and when I can’t resist it any longer, I spread my thighs wider so our legs are touching.

“What have you been up to lately?” His deep voice breaks the silence, making me jerk my eyes up to him. He looks at me quickly before turning back to the road. His dark hair has a tiny bit of grey in it, and even though he’s clean-shaven now, I know from experience that he’ll be sporting a sexy stubble before the day’s over. His chiseled jaw has my heart beating faster, and when he lets out a soft laugh, I realize I’ve been staring at him way too long.

“Um, nothing really,” I finally stutter out.

“Still starting college in the fall?”

“That’s the plan,” I mumble, even though I have no desire to go to college and rack up a debt that I’ll probably never escape from.

“You’ve still got time to figure it all out,” he says, giving me a quick wink.

“Thanks, Matt,” I say. He’s always insisted that I call him Matt, even when I was young and sleeping over at his house. Those sleepovers quickly became awkward as fuck when I got older and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to creep down the hall and into his bed.

When we turn the corner and the woods open up to reveal the large lake the campground is located on, he grabs my thigh and gives it a soft squeeze before saying, “Look.”

I see a flock of geese swoop low and land on the water, and as beautiful as the sight is, all I can concentrate on is the feel of his large, strong hand on my upper thigh. When I let out a soft moan and parted my thighs even more, he looked down at me, and this time there’s no denying the heat in his eyes.

“Sorry,” he quickly says, pulling his hand away.

Without thinking, I grab onto his hand and keep it pressed tightly against my inner thigh. “Please don’t stop. I like it when you touch me.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but when I keep my hand firmly pressed against his, he finally gives up and keeps it where I want it. I smile as he darts his eyes over to Sara who’s still happily asleep.

“Don’t worry, you know she’s a heavy sleeper and that she can never stay awake during car rides.”

“No, she can’t,” he agrees. “You always could though.”

“That’s because I never wanted to miss a minute with you.”

He seems surprised by my comment, but his only response is to lightly caress my leg with his thumb. When I let out another moan, he stopped.

“I’ll be quiet,” I promise.

He smiles and strokes me again, and this time I don’t make a sound.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and I swear it makes me have a mini orgasm.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.