Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(61)

Then she guided me to where she was wet and ready for me.

I entered her in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my brain short-circuiting from the sheer pleasure of it all. She fit me so well, tight and wet and soft and hot.

I wanted to move, but I also didn’t. I wanted to savor this moment, savor being inside of her. Savor the perfection of it all.

But Alex wasn’t content to let me do that. Her hands slid down my back, grabbing at my ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist as she pulled me even deeper.

“Fuck me,” she ordered.

I couldn’t deny her that order. I began to move, trying at first to keep the pace slow and languid. To enjoy her, to enjoy this moment, just the two of us in this tent, in the woods, all alone in this perfect moment.

But I couldn’t keep that pace for long. Alex was rolling her hips against me, her hot breath in my ear coming in heavy pants as she urged me to move faster. To fuck her harder. Her voice, that sexy husky tone, drove me crazy, and I all but lost control.

I thrust into her, over and over again, going deeper each time, nearly driving her off the air mattress. For a moment I worried that I was going to fuck her so hard that the whole thing would pop beneath us.

Then Alex let out a cry of pure pleasure and I felt her contract around me. She drew me in, deep, as she came, her entire body tightening around me. I thrusted once more and then found my own release.



I liked camping, but I loved camping with Alex. Because nothing in the world beat waking up with her in my arms. There was nothing better than having her open her beautiful eyes, as sleepy as they were, and having that lush mouth smile at me.

“Good morning,” I told her, bending my head to kiss her.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice as sleepy as her eyes.

I was about to wake her up with the help of a certain body part of mine—a body part that woke very quickly as soon as she started wiggling her naked body against it—when I heard a commotion in the campsite outside the tent.

“I think we have company,” I told Alex, who nodded.

We quickly got dressed and emerged from the tent to find Sawyer and Chase making coffee over the fire they had built in the center of the camp.

“Morning.” Sawyer lifted his mug to us. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” Alex said eagerly.

Chase was still drinking from his cup, and by the look on his face, I could tell he was about five minutes away from being fully awake.

“I assume the two of you made up,” Sawyer commented, dryly, his eyes taking in the fact that Alex was wearing my shirt and might have even had a visible love bite on her neck.

“You assume correctly,” I told him, taking a seat next to Alex and putting my arm around her. She leaned into me.

Everything was perfect.

I heard my phone ring in the tent, but I ignored it. Whatever it was, it could wait until we were on the road.

But it wouldn’t stop ringing.

“Just pick up your phone,” Chase demanded, the very picture of someone who was not a morning person.

I went into the tent to find that it was Hayley who was calling. And calling. And calling.

I picked up, hoping that it was one of her stupid non-emergency emergencies.

She was sobbing when I answered. My stomach dropped into the ground.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“Dad’s in the hospital,” she managed after a few moments of non-stop crying. “He had a heart attack.”





25





Alex





We got to the hospital in record time. Once Emerson had gotten off the phone with his sister and emerged from the tent, completely white-faced, it had taken Sawyer and Chase less than ten minutes to take down the campsite and get everything into the car.

I had stood around, feeling completely useless, until I noticed Emerson still standing there, staring at his phone. I slipped my hand into his and gave it a squeeze. Some of the color returned to his face as he gave me a squeeze in return.

“It’s going to be OK,” I told him, wishing that I could actually make that promise.

None of us spoke on the ride back, with Emerson and I in the back seats, his hand still in mine. He wouldn’t let go of me, and as we walked into the hospital together, I held on tight.

We went right to the nurse’s station, where they told us that Emerson’s father was asleep and resting.

“Can you guys wait here?” Emerson asked.

The guys nodded, and I was about to release Emerson’s hand, when he tucked it under his arm and against his chest.

“I need you,” he told me.

I nodded and followed him, the two of us weaving through antiseptic-smelling corridors as we looked for Henry’s room. I spotted Hayley and Portia first. Both of them looked exhausted, their eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Even Portia’s normally perfectly styled hair looked slightly out of place. Still amazing, of course, but more like a normal person and not a magazine ad.

The minute they spotted Emerson, they both fell into his arms, mother and sister crying once again. I stepped aside so he could comfort them, his broad shoulders enveloping them.

“I’m so glad you came,” Portia sniffed against his arm.

“Of course I came,” Emerson said quietly. “He’s my father.”