Betad by kitchmill. Mistakes are my own.

Preread by Hoodie.


Last nights episode with that Friday the 13th moment tho


5


The music grew louder the closer we got to the bandstand at the center of the fairgrounds. Some local band I'd never heard of was playing a familiar ballad.

When we stopped to listen I began to sway. Keeping hold of my hand, Masen lifted his arm over my head and turned me around to face him. My head spun with my body, both of them buzzing as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. Chest to chest. His head lowered so we were cheek to cheek.

Releasing Masen's hand, I wound both of my arms around his neck. He did the same to my waist, his breath blowing against my shoulder. It quickened my breathing, the light scent of his cologne giving me a fresh buzz. He smelled so goddamn good.

We continued to dance slowly even when the melody changed to something more upbeat.

Eyes welded shut, I lost myself, forgetting my problems by lightly rubbing my cheek against his prickly jaw. Giving in to the urge, I ran my fingers through the hair on his head, finding it much softer than I thought it would be.

A rumble of satisfaction vibrated from Masen's chest into mine and he closed the small distance between his lips and my neck, pressing his mouth against my skin.

Even though it was still warm out I shivered, holding him tighter while he slid his mouth up to my jaw and closed his lips over my earlobe.

My fingers dug into his shoulder and the back of his head, surprised by how good it felt when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, scraping lightly before releasing it with a slight tug.

"You taste as good as you smell." Masen hummed against my ear before running the tip of his nose along my jawline. My body hummed back, goose bumps popping up all over my flesh.

Nudging my jaw, he placed a chaste kiss under it then at the corner of my mouth. My heart exploded. Fire bore through my gut, sending flames straight to my toes.

That fire fizzled into embers when a couple began bickering beside us. Apparently the woman flashed a passerby. Before long a full-fledged fight broke out between the two guys.

Punches were flung and plastic lawn chairs were thrown. Masen wrapped an arm around my shoulders, placing himself between the chaos and me.

"Yeah um, we should definitely get out of here."

With a nod, I agreed.

Masen made a move in the direction of the campgrounds, still in protection mode until we were in the clear, then he took my hand.

I checked out the ink on his arm as we walked farther away from the ruckus, not really able to make out any one design since it was too dark to really see.

The soothing smell of bonfires filled the air before we stepped foot onto the campgrounds. I took in a lungful trying to keep my eyes on Masen and off the indecency surrounding us. Men and women were sprawled out all over the place. Some drunk and passed out. Most butt naked and not caring.

Gripping Masen's arm with my free hand, I used him for balance to step over a few bare bodies and through the live sex show that was in no way sexy at all.

"Looks like everybody's still up front," Masen said.

I automatically started searching for Alice to no avail.

"You want a drink or something?"

"You got water?" I asked, swatting away a mosquito. "And bug spray."

"Water, yes. The bug spray I forget every year. But I gotta solution for that."

Masen unzipped his tent and crawled inside. A few seconds later he poked out his head. "It's either this or be eaten alive." He held the flap out of the way for me.

I hesitated before crawling in behind him, my mind going a million miles a minute. The beat of my heart was doing a pretty good job of keeping up. Everything smelled like him.

Kicking off my sandals, I bunched my skirt up around my thighs and settled just inside. I watched silently while Masen dug around in his cooler and pulled out a water. Drying it off with his shirt, he flashed his tan, toned stomach before handing me the bottle.

He pulled out a beer for himself then relaxed back on the pile of blankets on the far side of the tent.

After staring at each other for the next few moments, Masen made the first move, crawling across the tent to mimic my stance. Wordlessly, he reached past me to zip up the tent.

I felt like an ass for leaving it open, which totally defeated the purpose of being in the tent in the first place.

At least, I thought it did.

Gathering my hair, Masen laid it over one shoulder. He fingered the strap at the back of my neck, giving me time to protest before pulling the tie loose and allowing the front of the woven halter to fall to my waist.

I fought the urge to cover myself. I knew this was coming. It was what I wanted to happen. I could feel it deep in my stomach. A coil tightening and releasing that need between my legs. I could feel it dampening my panties.

His fingers traced the top of my strapless bra to the back where he undid the hook. Holding it in place, he checked on me with a glance to the eyes. When I didn't stop him, he slowly pulled the silky black fabric from my body.

His fingers slid along my sides and under the curves of my breasts before letting the bra drop.

I closed my eyes in disbelief that this was actually happening. That I was letting it happen. It had been so long since I'd been touched, let alone been naked in front of someone. His feather-light touches almost didn't seem real at first.

Hands still on my ribs, he didn't make any more moves. I opened my eyes to catch him staring at my chest like he was seeing a pair of tits for the first time.

Without warning, his thumbs swept over both my nipples. The sensation was staggering. I sucked in a breath, my chest bucking forward at the same time he lowered his mouth toward one of the hardened peaks.

Just before his mouth touched me, the zipper to the tent opened, sending me into a panic. I backed away from Masen, covering my breasts just as some drunk old guy popped his head inside the tent.

"The fuck, Waylon? This isn't your tent, man. Get the fuck out!" Masen's loud bark didn't do anything to thwart my embarrassment. But it did knock some sense into me. I hurried out of the tent on hands and knees while simultaneously trying to keep myself covered and ignoring Masen's fading pleas to come back.

Once I had my top tied securely in place, I dialed Alice, telling her to meet me at the front gate pronto. Screw her hankering for a funnel cake. I had to get the hell out of there. My nips were exposed for Christ's sake.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stomped out to the parking lot. Alice peppered me with question after question, funnel cake and a flat Coke in hand. I finally caved once we reached the car, dramatically collapsing across the hood.

"He touched my nipples," I mumbled, face down against the cool metal.

"What?" There was a mixture of elation and shock in Alice's voice.

"He almost put one in his mouth." I looked over at her, the car hood smooshing my cheek.

"Almost?"

I straightened with a huff. I really didn't want to talk about this right now or ever. "Yeah, some drunk guy came stumbling in, saw my tits, and I bolted." I just wanted to forget this night ever happened.

Alice gawked at me in admiration then burst out laughing. "Well, a ho's gotta start out somewhere. Let me be the first to welcome you to the club."

I rolled my eyes at her before climbing in the car. We rode in silence, an occasional giggle bubbling up from Alice's throat.

The night had been so crazy and out of character for me that before long, I was joining her.