I didn’t open my eyes until 10am. When I did, it was only so I could roll over, reach for Jason lying beside me, and drag him closer so I could go back to sleep.
My natural state was laziness. I firmly believed humans were meant to spend their days lying in the sun, eating fruit, drinking booze, and fucking. It broke my little anarchist heart to be twirling along like another cooperative cog in the system, working long hours and paying taxes. But my primary system was my family and that was what I was invested in. I worked for them, for a better life for us.
A life where we did lay around all day, eating fruit, drinking booze, and fucking.
When I woke again, it was because Jason had flung his shirt at me as he dressed.
“Wake up, you lazy bastard! Come on.” He smacked my ass, and I groaned but didn’t move, continuing to lie there with his shirt over my head. “Dude, we’ll miss the whole day if we sleep anymore.”
“That’s okay,” I mumbled. “Sleep is worth it.”
But I still sat up. We didn’t get to come out here together often, and as much as I loved to sleep, I’d regret missing out if I stayed in bed. A few hours off-roading in the WRX would wake me up. Hopefully, Manson, Lucas, and Jess were still out on the trails.
I left Jason’s shirt draped over my head as I trudged to the bathroom and did my business, scrubbed my face, and tied my hair up into a bun. It got wilder the longer it grew, but there was no way in hell I’d ever cut it. It was a part of me now; I’d been growing it out for years. Besides, Jason would lose his shit if I cut it off.
When I came out of the bathroom, a text from Manson was waiting for me. Hey, bring a pair of briefs out to the trails for me, yeah?
Snickering, I responded with, Was Jess’s driving really so bad, you pissed your pants?
Haha, very funny. Actually, Jess ate my other pair.
I wasn’t even going to ask.
We warmed up some frozen breakfast burritos in the microwave and ate them in the car as I drove the short distance up the road. Dirt trails wound through the trees, some so narrow that only bikes could get through them.
It didn’t take me long to spot them, considering the Bronco was parked sideways across the trail with the back open and three pairs of dirty bare feet sticking out.
Parking beside them, I howled and slapped my hand on the side of the Bronco as I walked up. “Ah-yoooo, wake up, ya’ fuckin’ hippies!”
Poking my head into the back, I found them all lying side by side, naked, with Jess between the two men. Their hair was still damp, as if they’d all gone skinny-dipping. Jason came around the other side, grabbing Lucas’s feet as they dangled over the edge of the SUV.
“Is this you volunteering to rub my feet?” Lucas said, barely opening one eye. He lifted his leg so he could poke his foot toward Jason’s face. “Come on, you know you want these dirty toes.”
Jason laughed, swatting him away. “You wish. You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want me at your feet.”
Jess sat up, reaching out for me so I could help her out of the back. Satan, have mercy, she looked like a feral goddess — smudged with dirt, ruddy-cheeked, her hair wild. She smelled like sweat and sex as I held her close and kissed her.
“Damn, look at you,” I said. “I love that just-fucked look on your face. So sexy.” I leaned down so I could close my mouth over her breast, sucking her nipple between my teeth until she gasped.
“Looks like you wore these two out,” Jason said.
Lucas sat up, smacking the back of Jason’s head as he got out of the SUV. He wandered toward the water, where their clothes were discarded on the old dock.
“We’re just catching our breath,” Manson said, scratching his fingers through his disheveled hair. “This girl doesn’t go down without a fight.” He got up, wrapping his arms around Jess from behind and kissing the side of her head. She tipped her head back to look at him and her expression could have melted the glaciers.
I loved that shit. I wanted to see my people happy. I wanted them to thrive. The world was a goddamn mess but as long as we were together, we could handle whatever life threw at us.
I wanted Jess to be a part of “us.” In so many ways, it already felt like she was. As she’d sat with Jason last night, quiet words passing between them, I’d seen the sincerity on her face. Jason hadn’t told me everything she said. I hadn’t asked him either, nor would I. He’d told me she apologized for the things that had happened before, and that was enough for me.
It made me so damn proud of her; she was brave enough to have those conversations.
But these things took time. Trust took time — more time for some of us than others.
“All right, my turn behind the wheel,” Manson said, after he’d dressed and dusted the dirt off his clothes. “I’m getting you back for that wild ride earlier, Jess, just you wait.”
***
The WRX could whip through the trails far faster than the Bronco ever could, but Manson still kept shockingly close behind me as we sped through the trees. Every time I let off the gas to get around a curve, Jess’s screams of excitement carried through the air and made me laugh.
We were all dripping sweat and covered with dust by the time we made it back to the cabin that evening. The WRX looked like it had been buried and dug up again, but I wouldn’t have been satisfied with anything less. A day out in the woods wasn’t proper unless you looked like a wild creature when it ended.
Lucas and Jason made sandwiches, and we sat on the floor in the living room to eat, too filthy to sit on the couch. We sprawled out on the cool hardwood, the back and front doors left open to allow the breeze to flow through.
Jess stretched her arms as she finished eating, sighing tiredly. “Ugh, I need a shower.”
“I think you look sexy covered in dirt,” Manson said, and she rolled over to kiss his cheek before she got to her feet. Jason and I followed her in unison, and she tweaked up an eyebrow at us in question.
“They got their turn,” I said, motioning to Manson and Lucas. “Now we get to clean you up and help you relax.”
“You’re in for a good time, then,” Lucas said, his head resting on Manson’s legs as he lay on the floor. “Manson didn’t let her come earlier.”
When I looked back at Jess, she gave me a smile that made my stomach turn to jelly before she disappeared down the hallway. I glanced over at Jason, but he was too busy staring at her ass to notice. We followed her to the primary bathroom, and she turned the shower on, the heat quickly steaming up the glass.
We stripped down and stepped in. Dirt and sweat washed away as we soaped each other up, our skin slippery as we teased with lingering touches and long kisses.
“I think Manson needs to call you a demon instead of an angel,” I said, as Jess ran her fingers through her wet hair. “Because this water is so hot, you’re going to scald my skin off.”
She laughed, reaching for me and drawing me into the stream so she could kiss me. “Suffer for me,” she whispered against my lips, and fuck it, the shower was done. I picked her up, wet, dripping, and giggling in my arms, and Jason turned off the water as I pushed open the shower door.
Carrying her to the bed, I dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress.
“I’m all wet!” She tried to protest, but I climbed on top of her, giving her a kiss that was slow and tender and made all the tension go out of her limbs.
“I don’t care if you’re wet,” I said. “I don’t care if you’re dirty or clean, or what you’re wearing or not wearing. You’re fucking beautiful and I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it lightly as she kissed me. Suddenly, she gasped into my mouth, her body rising up toward me. Pausing, I glanced back and found Jason rubbing her feet. He moved his thumbs carefully, massaging her heel and arch before he took her toes into his mouth and sucked.
She gasped again, softer this time, and her eyes widened at the new stimulation.
“That feels good,” she said. She giggled a little, clearly surprised that she liked it. “No one has ever sucked my toes before.”
“Then they’ve been missing out,” Jason said. His lips and tongue were fantastically skilled, and as he enjoyed her feet, I caressed my fingers over the rest of her.
She shivered with pleasure, leaning into my hand. She kept her fingers tangled in my hair, her grip tightening when she gasped. I’d rolled a few joints earlier, and I grabbed one of them from the bedside table along with my lighter.
“Do you want to smoke?” I said. “You don’t have to. No pressure, baby.”
She nodded, her head on the pillows as Jason worshiped her feet.
“I want to,” she said, sighing softly as she relaxed. I lit up the joint, the skunky scent wafting around the room.
Jess sat up, her gaze softening with pleasure as she watched Jason. I loved the way she looked at him. Like she longed for him, as if it turned her on to see his face. I mean, I understood. Jason was hot as hell; it turned me on looking at him. But it was different to watch someone else with the person you loved, to watch someone else desiring them, appreciating them, treasuring them, while also respecting the bond they had with you.
It was happiness, to put it simply. It was joyous, a celebration of who we were both together and as individuals.
A few puffs on the joint had me feeling mellow, and I passed it to Jess.
“Have you smoked before?” I said, as she took the joint between her fingers. She didn’t struggle despite her acrylic nails — evidence of experience. But I asked anyway; better to be safe than sorry.
“Of course.” She gave me a sly smile as she closed her lips around it and inhaled. “I wasn’t a very good girl in college.”
The clouds of smoke that poured from her lips made me chuckle. “Goddamn, you’re perfect.” I cupped her face, catching the smoke in my mouth and drawing it in, breathing her air like it was life itself. She was exquisite, soft and warm as I kissed her. She was a world of contrary things, all wrapped into one — a puzzle of desires. I parted from her mouth as she brought the joint to my lips, and I inhaled. She held it out to Jason next, and he leaned forward, his intense blue eyes watching her as he took a hit.
She drew us closer, irresistibly. We kissed, tongues twining, one of my hands squeezing her breast as the other tangled in Jason’s hair. Their tastes, the two of them together as one, were perfect. It was everything I wanted, a unity of sensation.
We passed the joint around, taking our time to talk and laugh as we explored each other. The other shower in the house was running, so I knew Manson and Lucas had found a way to occupy themselves. We had hours of the evening ahead of us before dinner, and I didn’t want to rush.
“Fuck, I want you,” Jason said, the words breathless. His eyes were on me as his hands roamed over her. I pulled him closer and laid him down beside Jess, moving slowly as I dragged my nails down his chest and left kisses and bites over his abdomen. She twined her fingers through his, and he laid his head on her thigh as I took his cock into my mouth.
He smelled like soap and clean skin. The taste of his flesh made me salivate, and I plunged him into my throat. His thighs tensed, the fingers of his free hand playing in my hair. He and Jess passed the joint between them, heads leaned back, eyes closed in relaxation.
I paused and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table. I got my fingers slick with it and spread Jason’s legs around me, stroking the lubrication over his ass before I carefully pushed a finger inside.
He groaned, and Jess leaned down, kissing him deeply. I probed him, finding his prostate and massaging over it. I didn’t want to heighten the stimulation too quickly. I wanted him to savor every sensation, indulge in the experience.
His cock jumped as I moved my finger. I grasped his balls, squeezing just enough to make his shuddering breath catch. He took a hit as Jess’s nails traced down his cheek, her eyes darting between watching his face and watching me.
“You’re so sexy together,” she said. She traced along the shell of his ear, toying with the neon green plugs he was wearing today. “I like watching you.”
Jason made a quiet sound, eyes closed as he floated through bliss. I squeezed a second finger inside him, and his breathing deepened. He reached back, and Jess spread her legs so he could massage his fingers over her clit.
“They fucked you hard earlier, didn’t they?” he said. She nodded, moaning softly as he fingered her, finding all her sore spots and making her whimper. “I think your pussy has been used hard enough, but I want to make you come. God, I want to make you come so bad.”
His toes curled as I pushed deeper inside him, burying my two fingers past the knuckle. He took long slow breaths, drawing Jess down toward him as he said, “Sit on my face, princess. Let me moan into that sweet pussy while he fucks me.”
