The Boy I Grew Up With
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He sucked in his breath, leaning over me, his hands going down my back and curving around my ass.
“Goddamn, Heather.” He rasped out my name, his mouth closing over my shoulder. Once he hoisted me up, his lips found my nipple. He closed in on my breast at the same time I sank down on his cock.
He slid inside, but he didn’t start moving.
He carried me into the spring, and laying me back against the rock, he gripped my thigh. Then he started moving, bent over me, kissing my breast, my throat, my neck, and going back to my breast as he kept moving inside.
I clenched his shoulders, rolling my hips with him. I wanted to ride him, and when I pushed at his shoulder to move that way, he only laughed and found my lips.
“Not a chance. I get to fuck you hard. I get to fuck you strong. And hot damn, woman, I get to fuck you because you’re my woman.” His hand flexed on my hip. “Now let me do my job.”
I laughed, my head resting on the rock. His lips moved down my throat, and he kept going. My legs twined around him. We were both moving in perfect accord, and then he cried out. He fell on top of me, his body plastered over me, and he gripped my ass, pounding me harder.
We moved together.
We rode each other.
I never wanted to stop. I never wanted the real world to come back to us, but as he pushed me over the edge, my body started trembling, and he thrust one last time for himself. We both exploded.
I ran a hand down his back, feeling him shudder from my touch.
“I want to do better,” I murmured.
He tensed, propping up on an elbow beside me. “What do you mean?” His hand fell to my breast, holding me there, warming me.
“I can’t walk away from you.” I shook my head, rolling it back and forth against the rock. “It’s just not possible right now. If I had to…” God. I didn’t even want to think about that. “I don’t know if I’d survive anymore. We’ve had too many breakups. Too many fuck-ups.”
He nodded, his mouth curving down. “I know.”
I caught his face in my hands. He had started to gaze down at my breasts, but I made him look at me.
“Let’s grow the fuck up,” I told him. “Let’s be adults.”
“Okay.” He nodded, grinning at me.
I groaned, seeing his eyes darkening. I began to unwind my legs from around his waist.
“Oh whoa, whoa, whoa.” He grabbed my hips, holding me still. “What are you doing? Let’s not be hasty here.”
I laughed again, locking my ankles around his back. He slipped out of me, but he was still down there. This was what we did while we waited for the next round. We talked. We kissed. We rubbed. We laughed. We teased each other. He’d pinch me. I’d swat at his shoulder, and in as little as twenty minutes, he’d harden again.
When that happened, we’d stare at each other. All the laughs, jokes, and whatever we’d been talking about would fall away, and we’d grow serious as he took my hip in one hand, moved back, and then moved into me.
Today was no different, except he lay on top of me a little longer than usual. We talked a little longer. We laughed a little harder, and when he paused to slide inside, I swear there was more oomph than usual.
We were cementing this change for us.
Today was the first day of a new us, and my God, as Channing moved inside of me, I vowed it’d be the last change. When I felt the need, I shoved him over and settled back down on top.
It was my turn now.
32
Heather
“Oh! Oh! Ooooooooh!”
After our initial encounter, Channing had taken me farther into the springs. We’d originally been just off the road. His truck had blocked us, but if someone had walked over and looked down from the cliff, there we would’ve been. Farther in meant more privacy.
We were walking back to the truck when we paused, hearing a breathy woman cry out.
“Ooooooh. Yeah! OMG, Matthew!”
A roar came next, and I jumped back from the shock of it.
Channing caught me and started laughing.
“It’s not funny.” I glared up at him as my tank strap fell down one shoulder. He caught it and put it back before taking my elbow and guiding me ahead.
“I’m not sure how to react to hearing her actually spell out OMG and not just say the phrase,” I told him.
“OOOOH HELL YES, my lover!”
Channing kept laughing, his head down almost to my shoulder.
I glared at him. “What’s going on with you? Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I started forward, but he kept me in place, still laughing. He pulled me closer and whispered into my ear, “That’s Congo.”
Congo…
I was a dumbass.
“Oh my God.”
He snorted. “OMG, you mean.”
“OMG.”
One of the only people to refer to Congo by the name his momma gave him—Matthew Shephardson—was his stalker, or my brother’s stalker, or whoever’s stalker she was now. It was get-off-his-dick, drunk-with-Gus-at-Manny’s Rebecca.
“Come on.” Channing’s voice dropped low and he moved ahead, grabbing my hand. We weaved around some more springs, coming closer to their voices.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She was almost chanting now.
There was a large boulder ahead with trees to both sides, but I could see the water leading out from behind the rock, and we could hear them just ahead.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to sneak up on them.
I mean, this was Congo and Rebecca. She dressed… Well, who was I to judge? I liked tight clothes too, but she spoke like she was an etiquette snob. Who said “classless vixen” or “courted”? Rebecca was an odd mix. I’d just go with that, but Congo too?
The guy could have a gun nearby, and he could grab it in reflex.
Who was scarier? Him or Stalker?
Fuck.
Didn’t matter. Channing had knelt down, and he started to crawl between the rock and one of the trees. He was checking to make sure there were no snakes or other animals, and then he motioned for me to join him.
Yeah. I didn’t think so.
I wasn’t stupid.
I crawled on top of him. I wasn’t going to risk squashing a scorpion.
So there we were, Channing peeking around the base of the rock and me on top of him with my boobs pressing down on the back of his head. We could see Congo and Rebecca on the other side.
I thought he’d be on top of her, and both of them in the water so we couldn’t really see anything.
Not the picture we got. Not at all.
She was on all fours, her legs spread and turned toward us. Her breasts were almost grazing the ground and her head was back, eyes closed and mouth open as he held a good handful of her hair in one hand. Fully mounted behind her, Congo had one knee on the ground and the other up and almost over her hip. His other hand clenched her ass, and his head was up and back too. Veins were popping out of his neck.
Whatever we’d heard before had only been the beginning. They were still fucking.
Seeing that, I felt bad. This was wrong. It was an invasion of privacy.
Channing didn’t feel the same. As I began to slither back off of him, he dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone. He took a photo as he was stepping backward, and then all hell broke loose.
I heard the warning rattle and felt a sudden lurch. I saw the snake from the corner of my eye as Channing yelled and tackled me to the ground. He rolled me away and was up almost as quickly as we’d fallen. There was a commotion, and I jumped to my feet as Congo and Rebecca ran from around the other side of the boulder, still naked except for a gun in Congo’s hand.
“Goddamn, Heather.” He rasped out my name, his mouth closing over my shoulder. Once he hoisted me up, his lips found my nipple. He closed in on my breast at the same time I sank down on his cock.
He slid inside, but he didn’t start moving.
He carried me into the spring, and laying me back against the rock, he gripped my thigh. Then he started moving, bent over me, kissing my breast, my throat, my neck, and going back to my breast as he kept moving inside.
I clenched his shoulders, rolling my hips with him. I wanted to ride him, and when I pushed at his shoulder to move that way, he only laughed and found my lips.
“Not a chance. I get to fuck you hard. I get to fuck you strong. And hot damn, woman, I get to fuck you because you’re my woman.” His hand flexed on my hip. “Now let me do my job.”
I laughed, my head resting on the rock. His lips moved down my throat, and he kept going. My legs twined around him. We were both moving in perfect accord, and then he cried out. He fell on top of me, his body plastered over me, and he gripped my ass, pounding me harder.
We moved together.
We rode each other.
I never wanted to stop. I never wanted the real world to come back to us, but as he pushed me over the edge, my body started trembling, and he thrust one last time for himself. We both exploded.
I ran a hand down his back, feeling him shudder from my touch.
“I want to do better,” I murmured.
He tensed, propping up on an elbow beside me. “What do you mean?” His hand fell to my breast, holding me there, warming me.
“I can’t walk away from you.” I shook my head, rolling it back and forth against the rock. “It’s just not possible right now. If I had to…” God. I didn’t even want to think about that. “I don’t know if I’d survive anymore. We’ve had too many breakups. Too many fuck-ups.”
He nodded, his mouth curving down. “I know.”
I caught his face in my hands. He had started to gaze down at my breasts, but I made him look at me.
“Let’s grow the fuck up,” I told him. “Let’s be adults.”
“Okay.” He nodded, grinning at me.
I groaned, seeing his eyes darkening. I began to unwind my legs from around his waist.
“Oh whoa, whoa, whoa.” He grabbed my hips, holding me still. “What are you doing? Let’s not be hasty here.”
I laughed again, locking my ankles around his back. He slipped out of me, but he was still down there. This was what we did while we waited for the next round. We talked. We kissed. We rubbed. We laughed. We teased each other. He’d pinch me. I’d swat at his shoulder, and in as little as twenty minutes, he’d harden again.
When that happened, we’d stare at each other. All the laughs, jokes, and whatever we’d been talking about would fall away, and we’d grow serious as he took my hip in one hand, moved back, and then moved into me.
Today was no different, except he lay on top of me a little longer than usual. We talked a little longer. We laughed a little harder, and when he paused to slide inside, I swear there was more oomph than usual.
We were cementing this change for us.
Today was the first day of a new us, and my God, as Channing moved inside of me, I vowed it’d be the last change. When I felt the need, I shoved him over and settled back down on top.
It was my turn now.
32
Heather
“Oh! Oh! Ooooooooh!”
After our initial encounter, Channing had taken me farther into the springs. We’d originally been just off the road. His truck had blocked us, but if someone had walked over and looked down from the cliff, there we would’ve been. Farther in meant more privacy.
We were walking back to the truck when we paused, hearing a breathy woman cry out.
“Ooooooh. Yeah! OMG, Matthew!”
A roar came next, and I jumped back from the shock of it.
Channing caught me and started laughing.
“It’s not funny.” I glared up at him as my tank strap fell down one shoulder. He caught it and put it back before taking my elbow and guiding me ahead.
“I’m not sure how to react to hearing her actually spell out OMG and not just say the phrase,” I told him.
“OOOOH HELL YES, my lover!”
Channing kept laughing, his head down almost to my shoulder.
I glared at him. “What’s going on with you? Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I started forward, but he kept me in place, still laughing. He pulled me closer and whispered into my ear, “That’s Congo.”
Congo…
I was a dumbass.
“Oh my God.”
He snorted. “OMG, you mean.”
“OMG.”
One of the only people to refer to Congo by the name his momma gave him—Matthew Shephardson—was his stalker, or my brother’s stalker, or whoever’s stalker she was now. It was get-off-his-dick, drunk-with-Gus-at-Manny’s Rebecca.
“Come on.” Channing’s voice dropped low and he moved ahead, grabbing my hand. We weaved around some more springs, coming closer to their voices.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She was almost chanting now.
There was a large boulder ahead with trees to both sides, but I could see the water leading out from behind the rock, and we could hear them just ahead.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to sneak up on them.
I mean, this was Congo and Rebecca. She dressed… Well, who was I to judge? I liked tight clothes too, but she spoke like she was an etiquette snob. Who said “classless vixen” or “courted”? Rebecca was an odd mix. I’d just go with that, but Congo too?
The guy could have a gun nearby, and he could grab it in reflex.
Who was scarier? Him or Stalker?
Fuck.
Didn’t matter. Channing had knelt down, and he started to crawl between the rock and one of the trees. He was checking to make sure there were no snakes or other animals, and then he motioned for me to join him.
Yeah. I didn’t think so.
I wasn’t stupid.
I crawled on top of him. I wasn’t going to risk squashing a scorpion.
So there we were, Channing peeking around the base of the rock and me on top of him with my boobs pressing down on the back of his head. We could see Congo and Rebecca on the other side.
I thought he’d be on top of her, and both of them in the water so we couldn’t really see anything.
Not the picture we got. Not at all.
She was on all fours, her legs spread and turned toward us. Her breasts were almost grazing the ground and her head was back, eyes closed and mouth open as he held a good handful of her hair in one hand. Fully mounted behind her, Congo had one knee on the ground and the other up and almost over her hip. His other hand clenched her ass, and his head was up and back too. Veins were popping out of his neck.
Whatever we’d heard before had only been the beginning. They were still fucking.
Seeing that, I felt bad. This was wrong. It was an invasion of privacy.
Channing didn’t feel the same. As I began to slither back off of him, he dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone. He took a photo as he was stepping backward, and then all hell broke loose.
I heard the warning rattle and felt a sudden lurch. I saw the snake from the corner of my eye as Channing yelled and tackled me to the ground. He rolled me away and was up almost as quickly as we’d fallen. There was a commotion, and I jumped to my feet as Congo and Rebecca ran from around the other side of the boulder, still naked except for a gun in Congo’s hand.
