Family Camp (Daddy Dearest, #1)(40)

But Geo pulled away with a slightly hysterical laugh. “Jesus, I can’t stop kissing you.”

“Then don’t.”

Travis tried to pull him back in, but Geo slipped to his knees. “Nope. Want this more.”

God, yes. Travis wasn’t sure if he’d said it out loud. Didn’t matter. He gripped the tree behind him, bark rough under his palms, as Geo pulled his waistband down. His incredibly hard dick bounced free. And Geo swallowed it.

“Oh my fucking fuck,” Travis hissed.

From Geo there was only a blissful sound, somewhere between yummy and a moan.

Travis squeezed his eyes shut and put his forearm against his mouth to stop the sounds, all the sounds. Maybe it was the hyper-sensitive thing that happened to his skin around Geo, but goddamn, this blowjob was spectacular. There was no hesitation, no hint of teeth he had to ignore, or too much pressure or too little. Geo alternated between sucking the head and drawing him all the way in and back out with exquisite friction. Travis tried his best to memorize the sensation, to enjoy every second of it, but it was hard not to get lost in the building bliss.

Geo pulled off for a second to pant, “Think you can be fast?”

Travis laughed, a desperate sound. “Oh, yeah. Don’t stop. God. Stop stopping.”

Geo chuckled and went back to it.

It couldn’t have been a minute later that Travis’s orgasm hit him, fireworks exploding throughout his body. As the fire trailed off into random sparks, he slumped against the tree. Somewhere far, far away he was wrapped in a cocoon of infinite peace and warmth, but he felt Geo get to his feet, kiss his mouth.

Geo laughed. “Dude, do you always bliss out like this?”

Geo’s warm voice convinced Travis to open one eye and attempt a glare.

Geo was grinning. “The smile on your face. Damn. I want a framed photo of that for my bedroom wall.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really. It’s flattering. I think maybe I missed my calling.”

Travis found the strength to pull Geo in for a kiss, because the guy was feeling way too cocky. Geo was soon back on the edge of desperation—in the way he sucked on Travis’s tongue, in the press of his body. He tasted like sex. Travis roused himself, realizing he had done nothing but stand there and receive so far. He pulled his hips back enough to cup Geo’s erection, and Geo made a hungry sound. He took Travis’s wrist and together they got his hand inside Geo’s open khaki shorts. It took only a dozen strokes on the rock-hard flesh, Geo’s hand over his, before Geo stiffened and made sexy little mewing noises into Travis’s mouth. Hot liquid splashed Travis’s fingers and he followed the guidance of Geo’s hand to squeeze harder, then slowly let go.

Geo slumped onto Travis’s shoulder, breathing hard. He laughed.

“What?” Travis asked, smiling. He removed his hand and wiped it on the side of his shirt. It was laundry-bound anyway.

“I thought… I figured when I got the kids, my sex life would be dead for at least ten years. And here I am, acting like a horny teenager. At Family Camp.”

Travis put his cheek against Geo’s hair. He loved the way it smelled—like campfire smoke and the lake and warm, slightly musky flannel. It smelled like camp to him, like his childhood, like the best things on earth.

“And I swore I’d never do this at camp,” Travis said with a smile.

But Geo pulled back enough to look at him as if he’d taken that seriously. “Is this going to be a problem for you?”

“No,” Travis said without hesitation. He was too deep in this now to stop. “As long as we’re careful.” He kissed Geo’s nose. “I should be going back though.”

“Yeah. I don’t want to leave the kids too long.”

But somehow, they both moved into a hug, a tight press that wasn’t about sex anymore. It was afterglow and comfort and an emotion that rose up in Travis’s chest and would scare the shit out of him if he let himself think about it.

So he didn’t.





Chapter 20




Geo woke to the sound of sirens. He dismissed them at first, willing himself back to sleep. He’d been dreaming of Travis, of kissing Travis back in the woods. And, damn, that was not a dream he wanted to let go of anytime soon.

Then he remembered where he was—camp. There shouldn’t be sirens here at camp.

He opened his eyes and sat up. The cabin was dark, but the windows were lighter blue rectangles thanks to the moonlight outside. Against one was the silhouette of a boy—Jayden.

“What’s up, Jay?” Geo glanced at his watch—one thirty a.m.

Jayden didn’t answer, just stood there staring out. Then Geo noticed that the light outside wasn’t entirely the blue of moonlight. Something flickered, something red. A claxon-type siren grew louder, then there was the sound of a big vehicle rolling on gravel.

Shit.

Geo jumped out of bed. He glanced at the bunk beds. Lucy was sitting up on the lower one, very still. The silent silhouettes of his two kids were sort of creepy. Shouldn’t they be freaking out or something? Geo was freaking out.

“It’s okay, honey,” Geo told Lucy before running to the window. He was taller than Jayden by a good head, and he peered out over Jayden’s messy curls.

It was a fire.