Family Camp (Daddy Dearest, #1)(50)

Travis smirked. “Calisthenics could be interesting. Naughty ones.”

“In that case, lead the way,” Geo nearly purred.

Damn, he sounded so easy. Oh well.

Travis took Geo’s hand and led him deeper into the brush. “Sorry, it’s a bit tangled here. But there’s a side trail back to camp just up ahead. And we’ll be less likely to be seen than on the main trail.”

A pang of disappointment flashed through Geo. They were sneaking off like being seen together would be shameful. It stung a little—old feelings from his youth washing up. But of course, he didn’t want to be the focus of camp gossip. Or have all the camp moms out for his blood. Or get Travis into hot water. So sneaking off it was.

At one point, Geo’s leg got tangled in a vine and they had to fight the damn thing to free him, cracking up. Then they were on a side trail, heading uphill. Geo was already hard, and drool pooled in his mouth. Travis held his hand as he led the way—moving fast.

“Jesus Christ, how far is it? We hiking Mt. Lassen, or what?” All Geo could think about was that moment they could fall onto a comfortable bed. Hell, he’d take a nice private bit of forest floor so he could get the aching parts of his body latched on to Travis. Preferably naked.

Travis huffed. “Well, we are a ways out. Ten minutes?”

“Walk faster,” Geo urged.

The temptation to just pull Travis off the trail and drop to his knees was strong. But he resisted. He was desperate for a meal, not a snack. The trail finally widened out and reached the camp. They came out of the trees near the swim beach. Travis dropped Geo’s hand, though there was no one around. “We can go to my room. Everyone is working tonight. We just need to be quiet in case someone comes back early.”

“Restrain screams of ecstasy. Got it,” Geo said.

“But not entirely.” Travis’s voice was suddenly husky and dark, and Geo stumbled across the beach like a dying man toward an oasis. Now. Please, God. I’ll find a soup kitchen and volunteer. I swear.

Travis let them in at the back door of the large cabin near the lodge. There was a plain staircase off the kitchen, and they snuck up it, Geo’s hand in Travis’s, both getting a nervous case of the giggles. There was something so cartoonishly sneaky about it all.

Then Travis opened a door and they were in a small bedroom. Travis locked the door and backed Geo up against it. His hands went to Geo’s hips, his mouth to Geo’s neck. And, oh, his hot tongue on the sensitive skin below Geo’s ear sent shivers everywhere.

“Yes!” Geo panted. “Take me up against a door. And call me ‘Margaret.’”

Travis paused, laughing hard into Geo’s neck. “Oh my God. Stop.”

Geo grinned. “No? Okay then. We won’t talk about that fantasy.”

He grabbed Travis’s head and kissed him hard. Travis pressed against him, smooshing Geo between the hard surface behind him and the hard man in front.

And, yes, “hard” was now officially Geo’s favorite word.

He could feel the hair and rigid muscles of Travis’s thighs against his own, the thick ridges of Travis’s cock against his hipbone, and the iron wall of Travis’s chest under his T-shirt.

Geo slipped his hands down to cup Travis’s ass. Damn, he loved those silky athletic shorts Travis favored. They felt so delicious under Geo’s fingers and they accentuated the hard muscle underneath instead of obscuring it. He felt Travis’s dick grind against his, causing shock waves of pleasure, as he rubbed and squeezed Travis’s ass. Travis sucked on his tongue, flicking the end of it with his own, and God, it all felt so good. He could imagine keeping this up, letting Travis rut until they both came, up against the door. Yeah. Yeah. He’d always wanted to have wall sex.

But then an image came into his mind of jerking Travis inside those shorts, seeing his dick sheathed in silky material, watching it pulse, staining the fabric.

God, that was so hot! He definitely wanted to try that.

Travis plunged his tongue deeper into Geo’s mouth, thrusting, and his thighs nudged Geo’s legs farther apart. Travis scooted down a bit so he could aim into the area behind Geo’s balls. And Geo’s body instantly voted for option number three.

He broke off the kiss, turning his head. “Oh, yeah. You got stuff?”

Travis worried at Geo’s ear. Wow, that felt nice. “Stuff? In general, or—”

“Lube. Condom,” Geo gritted out. “Don’t toy with me, son.”

Travis hummed. The vibration went into Geo’s ear and down his spine. “Yeah. I do. Wanna bottom?”

“Your dick. My ass. Any questions?” Geo was now desperate and clear communication was always wise.

He felt Travis smile against his cheek. “Did you know you get monosyllabic when you’re horny?”

“Do not. Move. Now.”

They sniggered as they parted, both hurriedly undressing. A bubble of sheer joy filled Geo’s chest, which was quite the sensation given the rigid aching of his dick and the general throbbing sensitivity of every inch of his skin. It was sort of amazing, really, how good it felt to be with Travis. But there’d be time to think about that later. Right now, there was fucking to do.

They fell on the bed naked and kissed some more. There was a cold, plastic bottle of lube between them, jabbing Geo’s ribs and reminding him of the main event. He grabbed the bottle and uncapped it, still kissing Travis.