We helped Mom settle into the tent. She was shivering hard, her skin flushed and radiating heat.
"Mom, you look wiped out. Take this," I murmured, handing her some pills from the first-aid kit.
She chased the medicine down with a sip of water, her eyes heavy and unfocused. "Thanks, sweetie. You and Henry handle the rest. I just need to sleep." She curled up on the single air mattress in the corner, yanking the heavy blankets right up to her chin. Within minutes, the medicine dragged her under, and her soft, steady snores filled the tight space.
I turned around. Henry was kneeling on the tent floor, zipping our two remaining sleeping bags together to create one large, shared bed. Thanks to my conveniently "missing" tent poles, there was literally no other option.
He glanced up, his golden-brown eyes dropping shamelessly to my chest. "Go wash up down by the stream. Then we turn in."
I grabbed my towel and slipped out into the dark woods. The night air was biting cold, but a frantic, reckless heat was already surging through my veins. When I reached the water's edge, I didn't start washing. Instead, I paused and peered back into the shadows.
"Henry?" I called out, lacing my trembling voice with just the right amount of vulnerability. "It’s so dark out here... and I keep hearing things. Can you stay? Right there? Just so I know I'm safe?"
The brush rustled, and Henry materialized from the tree line, stepping onto the muddy bank. He didn't say a word. His dark, predatory gaze was locked dead on me.
I made my move. Right there in front of him, I stripped off every piece of my clothing. The moonlight was more than bright enough for him to see it all. I stepped into the shallow, icy water, bending over slowly to splash it over my shoulders and chest. I took my sweet time, rubbing the water over my thighs and arching my back, making sure he had a front-row seat to my body bathing in the silver light.
Henry’s reaction was instant. He didn’t move a muscle, but I could hear his breathing grow ragged, loud in the quiet night air. The moonlight caught the raw hunger in his eyes. He watched me with a dark intensity, tracking every single bead of icy water as it rolled over my bare breasts and pooled in the dip of my waist.
I watched his gaze drop to where my hands were gliding slowly over my slick thighs. I leaned back, arching my spine so my chest pointed up at the moon, letting the freezing water trickle right over my nipples. I let out a low, breathy moan, making damn sure he heard it.
"Henry," I whimpered, my voice soft and dripping with need. "The rocks are so slippery... I’m scared I’m going to fall. Can you come here? Just for a second?"
I waded toward the bank, the water swirling around my hips. I didn't bother reaching for my clothes. Instead, I stood right in front of him, dripping wet and stark naked. The biting air hit my damp skin, pebbling my nipples into tight, aching peaks. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his pupils blown so wide his eyes looked almost pitch-black.
"I'm so cold," I whispered, stepping close enough to feel the furnace heat radiating off his massive frame. I reached out, my wet, freezing fingers grazing the rough flannel of his shirt. "I can't stop shaking. Feel how cold I am."
I grabbed his hand—the one he was currently clenching into a tight fist—and dragged it toward my body. I guided his large, calloused palm over the curve of my hip and up toward my ribs, pressing his warm hand flat against my wet skin. He let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers twitching instinctively as they dug into my flesh.
Without another word, I grabbed my towel and slipped past him, buzzing with a secret, wicked thrill at the effect I’d had on him.
How's that for a bad girl, Daddy?
I slipped back into the tent, sliding on my sheer nightgown, and lay down on the joined sleeping bags. My heart hammered against my ribs as I listened to Mom’s heavy, medicated breathing just a few feet away.
Minutes later, the tent zipper hissed open. Henry crawled in, his sheer size eating up the cramped space. I could feel the heat rolling off him, even though his hair was damp from the stream.
"You really are something else," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that made my stomach bottom out.
I didn't answer. I just stared up at him, my breathing shallow, letting the dim moonlight catch the sheer, clinging fabric of my nightgown. He didn't hesitate. He reached out and clamped a hand over my waist, hauling me against him with a sudden, rough jerk.
His large hand slid right between my thighs, his thick fingers instantly finding my slick entrance. He let out a low, satisfied exhale, pinning his thumb against my clit and rubbing in slow, torturous circles. I squeezed my eyes shut, my inner walls spasming. I arched my back, grinding my pussy deeper into his palm. The wet friction sent jolts of pure electricity shooting up my spine.
"Touch it," he commanded roughly.
I reached down, fumbling with the metal fly of his jeans. I yanked the zipper down and freed his massive, veined cock. It sprang right into my palm, iron-hard and already leaking hot pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around his thick girth, stroking him as his chest heaved against mine. In response, he shoved two fingers deep inside me, stretching me open with a brutal, single thrust.
The slick, wet sounds of our friction echoed in the quiet tent, masked only by the steady rhythm of Mom’s snoring. I was teetering right on the edge of a climax when he suddenly ripped his fingers out and clamped his hand around my wrist.
"Not yet," he ordered, his breath ragged in the dark.
He shifted, settling in right behind me. He draped his heavy arm over my waist, hauling my back flush against his broad chest. His cock was rock-hard and burning hot, pressed dead center into the cleft of my ass. He slid his hand down my flat stomach, driving his thick fingers right back into my aching pussy.
I bit down hard on my lower lip to swallow a scream. The sheer danger of Mom sleeping less than three feet away made every sensation ten times more intense. I reached blindly behind me, grabbing his bare erection again. He pumped his fingers in and out of my soaking core with a silent, punishing force while I stroked him, milking the hot fluid over the broad head of his cock.
I was blindly chasing the high he had interrupted earlier. My inner walls clamped down tight around his fingers, my entire body shaking with the effort to stay dead silent.
Then, a shrill, piercing ring shattered the silence.
Mom's phone.
I froze. Mom groaned loudly, her medicated sleep abruptly broken. The blinding white light of her phone screen suddenly lit up the tent, throwing our tangled shadows harshly against the canvas walls.
"What the hell..." Mom mumbled, her voice thick and groggy.
She rolled over heavily on the air mattress, the bright screen in her hand spotlighting us completely.
My heart stopped. My hand was still wrapped tight around Henry’s bare cock. His fingers were still buried knuckle-deep inside me, my sheer nightgown hiked all the way to my waist. Mom blinked against the harsh glare, her sleepy eyes adjusting to the light as she stared directly at our intertwined bodies.
"Henry?" she whispered into the suffocating silence.