Chapter 13

Casey

“Want another s’more?” Alexander asked.

“I’m good,” I said. After two fire-roasted hot dogs and three s’mores with double chocolate, I was stuffed.

“C’mon! The baby needs nourishment!” The way Alexander talked about the baby so nonchalantly—and fatherly—made me weak in the knees, and it was enough to get me to say yes to another s’more, this time with single chocolate. Up until this point, it seemed like we had an unspoken agreement not to discuss the baby or our future plans. Maybe this was a good thing.

The only other time the baby had come up in conversation was earlier in the day, during our mini canoe outing. As he paddled, Alexander casually mentioned a favorite brewery of his, one that he insisted was the best in the area. He’d said how there was a beer festival coming up in a few weeks that he’d like to take me to—and his face turned the color of a tomato when he remembered I was pregnant.

“Oh my goodness,” he said. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry.”

Thankfully, we’d been able to move past that quickly. We were both naturally humorous, sarcastic people, so our unusual situation had simply magnified that. I loved that I could laugh with Alexander, and, strangely, it felt as though that moment in the canoe brought us closer together.

The moonlight on the lake was magical, and I found myself wondering why I had never gone camping before. You would think that, in all of the foster homes I’d been in, someone I’d come across would have enjoyed camping. But I was soaking it all in for the first time, and it was even better than I could have imagined.

As Alexander took a bite of his burnt, gooey marshmallow, I tiptoed away from the fire. The log on which I’d been sitting now stood alone, empty, as I did a little twirl away from it. “Are you coming?” I said. I looked back at Alexander, who was still sitting by the campfire in the moonlight. In a move I’d only ever dreamed of doing, I skipped another step toward the lake and pulled my shirt off over my head. I flung the shirt onto a tree branch and did a little shimmy to further capture Alexander’s attention.

All of a sudden, I felt the rush of Alexander’s strong arms around me. As I reached around and pulled his V-neck off, sliding my hands over every inch of his muscles, I felt Alexander’s strong fingers unhook my bra. We simultaneously took off our bottoms and undergarments, meeting each other in a clumsy tangle. Alexander put his arm around my waist and fed me the sweetness of his mouth. Our tongues intertwined for several moments until we slowly parted.

We stood naked, only inches apart, with nothing but the faint glow of the moon upon us. Before I could make my next move, Alexander took the lead. He leaped toward the lake, kicking some twigs out of the way, and dove straight into the water. He emerged to the surface, shaking drops of salty water from his hair. “I’m ready for you!”

“Alexander!” I exclaimed. I let out a faint giggle to hide the shivers plaguing my body. I had never been as adventurous as I felt with Alexander. He made me feel comfortable, safe, and, unlike any other man I’d been with before, sexy. With my breasts knocking against my skin, I ran in to meet his embrace. The warmth of Alexander’s hands counteracted the initial cold I felt.

I held my breath and went under the water, my foot brushing along the sand at the bottom. We kissed in between bursts of swimming and splashing around. I finally understand what all this skinny-dipping hype is about, I thought as Alexander cradled my breasts under the water. Liana and Jane will never believe this. After all, I was a live-by-the-rules kind of girl, for the most part. On top of that, swimming brought back memories of days spent at the beach with my mother when I was young, so it was something I tried to avoid. It was nice to be making new—and positive—memories here with Alexander. I couldn’t have ever guessed camping would lead to this.

With a strange sense of confidence, I pulled Alexander from the water and marched him back to the tent with me. We lay down inside as our hands gripped whatever body part of the other’s we could latch on to. My tongue slid between his lips as he let out a low moan, and his broad chest, lined with strong muscles and intricate tattoos, rested against mine. Saliva mixed with lake water as we kissed.

Alexander caressed my tightened breasts with his tongue as he made his way down my body. I suddenly felt his warm tongue push open the lips of my hot, wet pussy. I thrust my pussy against him and grabbed his head, pulling him tighter against me. My stiffened legs remained flat, and Alexander went further into my soft flesh with his strong tongue. I felt uncontrollable moans leave my body. Deep and wet.

It felt as if his tongue was a smaller version of his cock as it fucked me, in and out, in and out. Then he was sucking my clit and swallowing my juice and I couldn’t take any more. An orgasm rushed through me like a tidal wave and I wrapped my legs around his head as if I was trying to strangle him.

He freed himself and looked down into my eyes. Then he kissed my lips and I could taste myself on him.

In one graceful movement, Alexander flipped me over so that I was lying on my front. Then his tongue was on my ass, licking my anus and sending tendrils of pleasure through me that outweighed the sense of embarrassment I would usually feel at a moment like this.

He’d made my pussy so wet that everything was soaking down there, and he rubbed his cock between my legs to lube it up. Then he rubbed the same juice on my ass hole and slid a finger inside me.

“Are you ready for this?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, but his finger in my ass felt so good, and turned me on so much, that I pushed my ass against his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside me.

I felt him position the head of his cock against my ass, and then he began to slide inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, and so naughty. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing this.

We moved back and forth, again and again, our heartbeats in synchrony. Lake water collided with sweat as Alexander continued thrusting, landing in all the right places. I never would have imagined anal would feel so good, but with Alexander it was pure perfection.

He moved in deeper and squeezed my breasts from behind. It was fast and frantic. I arched my back and moved my buttocks even closer to him. Raising my hips, I shuddered with longing and tried to contain my rapid breaths.

I was so close to orgasm, my nipples erect with desire. It was happening. I felt Alexander’s warm release inside my ass and the sensation sent me avalanching over the edge of ecstasy. Screams came from my mouth, a mouth numb from the cold and the pleasure of Alexander’s penetration. The wild pleasure sent me off my knees, collapsing onto the floor of the tent. Damn, was that amazing.

I’d heard from some oversharing patients at the clinic that sex was better when you’re pregnant, but this was otherworldly. I couldn’t believe we’d just had anal. I’d heard of it but never imagined I’d actually be doing it.

Alexander moved closer to me and slid his arm under my head. The only sound that filled the tent was that of our shallow breathing as we each aimed to reclaim our breaths. Suddenly aware of the chill in the air, I took a thick, fleece blanket from my duffle bag and placed it across both of our bodies. Alexander’s satin skin was warm against mine as I softly kissed his lips. Still unclothed, we laid in a peaceful silence until we fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of the crackling fire and the smell of—what was it? Maybe a cross between a diner and a McDonald’s. Reaching onto the fleece blanket beside me, I noticed that Alexander was no longer in the tent. I threw on a t-shirt and shorts, fixed my hair as best I could, and unzipped the door to the outside world.

“Mornin’, sexy,” Alexander said. What a greeting to wake up to. “Hope you like breakfast burritos!”

“I love all sorts of breakfast and all sorts of burritos,” I said with a grin. “So… last night was fun!”

For the first time that morning, Alexander looked up from the fire and into my eyes. “I’ve got to be honest,” he said. Panic took over my thoughts. Great. This was it. He was over me, or over us, or over the baby. I knew everything was too good to be true. “Yesterday was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.”

“Me too,” I blurted, a wave of relief rushing over me. One of these days I was going to accept that Alexander was actually into me—and into us being together—but it still seemed too soon to get my hopes up.

“Here you go,” Alexander said, handing me a steel camping plate with a neatly-wrapped tortilla on it. “I found the recipe online. It has eggs, cheese, bacon, and peppers.”

I picked up the breakfast burrito and offered Alexander a thankful smile. “This looks great!” My first bite told me otherwise. It was soggy and awful-tasting, and it took every part of me not to spit it out.

“How is it?”

“Alexander, it’s terrible,” I said. He’d been so wonderful to me that I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I also didn’t want to have any lies in our relationship.

Alexander shook his head. “Ouch. That stung.” Before I could offer up an apology, he took a bite out of his burrito and immediately spat it onto the ground. “Holy shit! That is terrible! I’m so sorry, Casey!”

“That’s alright,” I giggled. It was good to know that even the most perfect person I’d ever met was human and made mistakes from time to time. “We can stop for breakfast on the way back.”

With that, we got up, put out the fire, and packed up our belongings. Alexander let me help him take down the tent, though I’m fairly certain I actually made it more difficult for him by getting in the way. We spent most of the car ride in silence, but not the kind of silence that meant there was nothing to talk about. It was more of a comfortable silence, the kind when you feel so comfortable around someone that you don’t feel the need to keep the conversation going all the time.

About ten miles outside of Atlanta, we stopped at a rundown diner that looked more like a backyard shed than a business establishment. “This place is the best,” Alexander said. He seemed so excited about it that I threw my doubts out the window and followed him inside.

With three or four booths and half a dozen counter stools, this was, by far, the smallest diner I’d ever been to. After feasting on the “Hungry Folks Special”, which Alexander insisted was the must-have option, I could attest that it was also the best diner I’d ever been to. On the ride back to Alexander’s house, we listened to Prince’s Purple Rain album, a guilty pleasure of mine that Alexander also happened to have in his glove compartment.

Alexander continued to surprise me. He had money—there was no doubt about it—but he lived like an ordinary person. I loved that we could do fancy dinner sometimes and greasy breakfast other times. I loved that he didn’t mind leaving his gorgeous mansion for a tent in the woods from time to time.

So far, Alexander had exceeded all my wildest dreams—so why was I leaving the weekend feeling excited but also uneasy?