“He’s so fucking hot,” I sip on my spiked iced tea and stare at the shirtless Oren setting up our tent.

His lean torso glistens with his sweat beads as he pounds the stakes into the ground. His deep V is exposed, giving me all sorts of dirty thoughts like dragging my tongue along the outline of it.

“You’re practically dry humping the air, O.” Scout nudges me in the arm.

“Well, do you blame me?” I point to Oren.

“No, but I kind of hate you if I’m being honest. He’s the perfect catch.”

“That he is and he’s all mine.”

I strut over to Oren and hand him my ice-cold tea.

“Thanks, babe. Like our castle?”

“Love it.”

“I can’t wait to break it in tonight.” Oren bends down, placing a kiss on my lips and then getting right back to work.

I join Scout and her mother, who are relaxed back in loungers sipping on their own cocktails.

“This is my favorite part, girls.” We both turn to her. “Watching the men do all the work.”

I pull my tank top off and lay in the sun, soaking in some rays.

“Where did your dad find Diesel?” Scout asks.

Between the warmth of the sun on my olive skin and the buzz from my drink, I have to ask Scout to repeat her question.

“Oh shit, I don’t know, why?”

“Just curious.”

“He seems like a nice guy. Met him before we took off. A little hard to get past his name though.”

I doze back off, enjoying the sound of the mountains and the men working. I’m not sure how long I sleep before Oren wakes me.

“Want to go fishing, Sleeping Beauty?”

“Yeah,” I wipe the sleep from my eyes.

“Your dad has your hot pink My Little Pony pole ready.” Oren doesn’t contain his amusement.

“Listen here, Mister, that pole is badass.”

“It’s something.” He kisses my forehead as I stand up and steady myself to put back on my tank.

“No.” He tosses it back in the chair. “Want a ride?”

“Oh, I want a ride, trust me.”

“That’s for later.” He turns his back to me.

With gusto, I lace my arms around his neck and then jump up. Oren catches each of my ankles, helping me hook them around his midsection.

“I likey smashed boobies in my back.”

“Giddy-up, Cowboy.”

He begins trotting down to the stream where we always fish. Dad’s brought me here since I could walk. My mom never fished, but loved watching and cooking them up for us.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Olivia.”

“What brings that up?” I lay my head on his shoulder and nibble at his ear.

“I just don’t. I love this and you. Camping, your dad, friends, and your boobies smashed in my back.”

“I love this too. It’s something I never thought I’d get to experience.”

We reach the stream, Dad and his cooler coming into view. He has the chairs set up and two ice-cold beers set on top of the cooler.

“Looks like Pops is trying to turn you into a beer man.”

“Oh, Olivia, I can’t stomach another one.”

“Just tell him you want a cocktail.”

“And lose all my manhood,” he says, setting me down on my feet and then turning to me, beating on his chest. “I am man. I must drink beer and catch fish with my bare hands.”

“Hey kids.” Dad waves at us and holds up a beer for Oren. “I have your pole ready, Firecracker, and your spot saved.”

“Your spot saved?” Orren asks, taking the beer like a champ.

“It’s my lucky spot with my kickass pole.” I crawl over the cooler and Oren’s chair until I find my favorite rock I always fish from.

I cast my line out and then sit down, dipping my toes in the cool water and when I look over to Oren he’s snapping a pic of me with his phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking a picture of the gorgeous scenery.”

I beam back at him. “You better get your fish on unless you want to be whipped by me.”

“You don’t stand a chance, Oren, she out fishes anyone. Might as well enjoy the river and drink beer.”

“Yeah, babe, drink up.”

Oren scoops up a handful of water, splashing me with it, and then turns his hat on backwards.

“It’s on.”

Dad and Oren fall into easy conversation about cars and different engines. When Dad asks him how he got involved in cars, he replies his granddad. I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever heard him really talk about his family. His granddad was his idol.

The sun begins to set low behind the outline of the mountains.

“Got another one.” I yank up on the pole, snagging the fish, and begin reeling it in. “Bam bitches, suck it hoes! That’s six for me and how many for you boys?”

I stand on the rock with my hand on my hip and a gorgeous trout dangling from my pole.

“Told you, son, we didn’t stand a chance.” Dad stands up, grabbing the cooler. “I’ll meet you kids back up at camp.”

I begin a silly victory dance on top of my rock.

“Get your cute ass over here.”

I unhook my fish and put it on the line in the water with the rest of our catch.

“These will be so yummy for dinner tonight.” I tip-toe through the water until I reach him.

Oren wastes no time dragging me down into him and wrapping me up.

“I think I’m starting to develop a taste for beer.”

“You are drunk.” I take his hat off and ruffle his hair.

“You caught all the damn fish so I had to drink and be a man.”

“I love you, baby.” I brush my lips against his and feel him stand to attention.

“Thank you for inviting me here. I never did anything like this as a kid.”

“I’m so happy you came.” I kiss him again with more vigor leaning into him, smashing those boobies into his chest like he loves. In slow motion, the chair leans back and with Oren lit we both go with the flow until we’re both in the water and floating down the stream.

“Your phone!”

“It’s on the shore.”

I cling to him for dear life until we hit a swimming hole where there’s no current.

“I used to swim as a kid.”

I feel Oren drag my shorts down along with panties. He tosses both up onto a large rock sticking out of the water. He lets go of me, then I see his shorts fly up onto the rock.

“Come here.” He holds out a hand.

“Are you standing?”

“On all three legs.” He shoots me a cheesy smile.

I wrap my arms around his neck and then legs around his waist and he wasn’t shitting me about having three legs. The tip of him bobs at my entrance, causing me to close my eyes and moan.

“We don’t have protection.”

“I won’t let go inside you.”

“What about…”

He interrupts with his voice and a thrust of his hips. “Do you trust me, Olivia?”

I don’t answer but instead sink down until he’s in me. The pain lasts for a second until he begins working in and out of me.

“Shhhh, baby. Your dad and friends are right up over those bushes.”

“Fuck, Oren.” I clutch around his neck, hanging on for dear life and enjoying each of his thrusts. I try muffling my moans in his neck, but end up sputtering on water splashing up in my face.

My body reacts to each one of his movements. He makes me feel every single thing imaginable. I pull back a bit, clutching to his face and burying my screams in him. I attack his mouth as my belly tightens with unbearable pleasure. I bite down on his bottom lip and feel him freeze right when I was ready to let go.

“Oren, why did you stop?” I try to kiss his lifeless lips.

“Bear,” he mumbles into my lips.

“Uh?” I pull back to look at his face and notice his gaze over my shoulder.

A fucking black bear is standing in the water right across the stream from us. We watch in silence as he picks up Oren’s chair that’s stuck in the rocks and then sends it flying. He dips his head in the water and pulls out a fish.

“The fucker has my fish,” I yell.

Oren slaps his hand over my mouth. “Olivia, shut the hell up. He’s going to be eating us next.”

I bite at Oren’s hand until he removes it. “Those are my damn fish.”

“Be quiet.”

“Dad,” I scream. “Bear.”

“Jesus Christ, Olivia. My dick is hanging out and a bear is about to eat us. Can you please shut up?”

I pick up a rock and toss it at the bear, trying to spook him away. I nearly hit him. I step up out of the water, getting my footing on a sandy bar, and sling another rocket in the asshole’s direction.

Scout comes busting through the bushes and then screams like her hair is on fire. I’m pretty sure Scout literally scared the shit out of the bear as he took a big dump and then ran off away from our camp.

“Jesus fuck, Olivia nothing like sending me right into a trap.”

“He was eating my fish.”

“You and your dumb fish.” Scout places a hand on her hip and yells a little louder across the stream. “Speaking of fish, your vagina is hanging out.”

I sink back down into the swimming hole right when my dad and the rest join the circus act known as Olivia. I can’t hear Scout, but can see her relaying the whole story using her hands. I’m just hoping she leaves out the exposed beaver part.

I turn to Oren, who passes me my shorts and panties under the water.

“You're dressed, right?”

“Damn straight and sober as a nun. I was ready to run.”

“You wuss.” I laugh and wiggle into my shorts.

“Hey, it’s survival. I just have to be the fastest one to live.”

“You jerk!” I jump back up into his arms. “You are quite the scaredy cat not in your uniform.”

“It was a bear for Christ sake and little ol’ you were just chucking rocks at it so he wouldn’t eat your fish.” Oren begins walking us back to the shore and I swear he’s still shaking.

“Make me a stiff one.” Oren plops down in one of the loungers and I can’t help but bust up.

“Your damn daughter is crazy,” he tells my dad.

Dad chuckles before he responds, “The girls likes to fish.”

I dump a fair share of vodka into the red plastic cup, fill the rest of it up with sweet tea, and squeeze lemon in it before handing it to Oren.

“What were you guys doing across the stream?” Scout asks with a smirk on her face.

“Swimming,” I reply.

“Just swimming,” she counters.

Oren chokes on his drink.

“Yes, just swimming, asshole,” I grit out.