Jade opened her eyes and looked over at Kaeden’s tent. The poor thing is still at it, she thought.
She rose to her feet and grabbed her backpack from the ground by the entrance of her tent. She pulled out a small sealed Ziploc before she made her way over to Kaeden’s tent.
“Kaeden, can I come in?” she asked, stooping down by the zipped-up entrance.
The laughter and joviality at the picnic table immediately ceased and Jade looked over her shoulder to find all the men gazing over at her in open curiosity. “Get your minds out the gutter, gentlemen,” she told them, holding up the baggie to show them.
As if, she thought, as Kaeden unzipped the tent. Just as the flap opened she saw him slide his glasses back into place on his face. She felt a moment of disappointment. She would love to see what he looked like without them. Simply for curiosity’s sake, of course.
“Listen, here’s a paste my grandfather swears by for insect bites,” she told him, noticing the open Jordan Banks book and an inhaler atop his sleeping bag.
“Thanks, I must have sugar in my blood,” he mused with a smile as he took the outstretched baggie from her hand.
“Wow, look at your arms,” she said, reaching out to touch the many swollen and red bumps. “Put the paste on and let it sit for at least ten minutes. I promise the itching will stop. It works.”
Kaeden opened the Ziploc and used his finger to start smoothing the paste onto the bites. “Thanks a lot,” he told her.
“No problem.” Jade rose to her feet and walked back over to her camp chair.
Kael walked over to the fire to check the pot. “Food’s ready,” he said, spooning beans onto paper plates and topping them with crispy golden pieces of fried bass.
Kaeden exited his tent and Jade tried not to chuckle at the sight of the white patches of paste drying on his arms. She dropped down into her chair with a yawn and a leisurely stretch.
“Here you go, Jade,” Kael said, handing her the plate.
Jade smiled at the older gentleman who reminded her of her grandfather. “Thank you, but I’m too beat to eat,” she told him.
“You go ahead and turn in, we’re just going to eat this fish and play cards.”
“That sounds good to me, but don’t be up too late. We’re leaving early,” she told him as she rose from her chair and knelt down to crawl into her tent. “Night, fellas.”
The men all wished her a good night as Jade zipped her tent up snugly. She turned on a small lantern and settled onto her side on the puffy sleeping bag. She smiled as she pulled her own copy of the Jordan Banks book from her backpack. She loved Jordan Banks’s mystery novels. She owned them all and always preordered the newest releases.
She read until her eyes began to feel heavy. In the dreamy seconds before she fell into a deep sleep, Jade was quite surprised that an image of Kaeden Strong in his tent reading the same book came to her.
Of all the things for her and Kaeden to have in common.
Chapter 5
“Kaeden…Kaeden. Wake up.”
He lifted his head up from the sleeping bag as Jade crawled on all fours into his tent. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her gloriously curvy figure in a pale peach sheer teddy that did absolutely nothing to shield her nakedness from his eyes. The full chocolate globes. The hard thrusting nipples. Her wide hips. Thick thighs.
Jade was the very epitome of woman.
His heart hammered as he leant up on his elbows. His dick hardened in a rush and tented the top of his sleeping bag with ease. He had to lean to the side to get an unobstructed view of Jade.
She licked her glossy lips as she rose up to straddle his legs. “Hungry?” she asked in a soft and raspy voice.
At the sight of the soft chocolate swells of her breasts above the rim of the teddy, coupled with hard thrusting nipples and the plumpness of her clean-shaven mound pressing against the sheer material, Kaeden steamed up so much his glasses fogged over.
Jade laughed seductively as Kaeden snatched them from his face and flung them from him. She brought her hands up to massage her own breasts as she writhed her hips like a snake.
“Got milk?” Kaeden joked as he folded his hands behind his head and lay back to enjoy the show.
Jade fisted the end of the sleeping bag to tear it away from his nude, chiseled physique before she wrapped her hands around the full, curving length of his steely erection. “Do you?” she asked cockily, with a lick of her lips.
Kaeden clenched his buttocks and arched his back from the floor of the tent as she stroked the length of him with swift but fluid motions. “Mooooooo,” he said playfully, mimicking a cow as she milked him.
He reached for her. His hands stroked her breasts and teased her nipples before easing down to grasp her hips and massage her thighs. “You feel just like I knew you would,” he told her in a ragged voice. Her skin was as soft as satin. Her breasts were soft and fleshy. Her thighs were firm.
“Jade,” he said into the heat of the tent. His voice was filled with reverence and passion.
She stretched her body down along the length of his with his hard heat still within her tight, stroking grasp.
Kaeden shivered as she pressed her body against his. “Damn, your body feels good.”
She nodded with her face pressed against his.
“Um-hmmm, inside and out,” she whispered against his ear with a hot lick of his earlobe.
“Whoooo!” Kaeden hollered up to the rounded top of the tent like a wolf…
“Kaeden…you okay in there, son?”
Kaeden gasped as his eyes popped open, completely startled from his delicious dream. He lifted his head up. His dick was still hard as time and tenting the sleeping bag. His arm was curved away from his body as if he still held his dream girl.
It was all a dream. A damn good one, but a dream nonetheless.
“I’m up,” he hollered as he stretched the length of his six-foot-one frame and pushed downward on his hardness with both his hands.
Kaeden didn’t dare to leave his tent until his erection had eased. He knew they were hiking up to another campsite along the trail so he started to pack up, feeling really silly crawling around his tent with his dick sticking out between his legs like an arm. He sat back on his hindquarters with his hands on his thighs. “Today will go better. Think positive. Put out positive energy. Positive things will happen.”
Laughing a little as he remembered struggling to right his body before he fell off the bank into the river, Kaeden pulled his cell phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He wanted to call Felecia and check in, but he barely had a signal.
Kaeden pushed his BlackBerry back into his pocket before he left the tent with his backpack in tow. “Morning.”
Kade stretched his six-foot nine-inch frame with a smile. “Damn, little brother, clear your throat.”
Of all the brothers, Kaeden had the deepest voice of them all. His was the most like his father’s: deep, echoing, resonant. Kaeden chuckled. “Don’t hate.”
Kahron strode from between the trees dressed in nothing but jeans, hiking boots, and a black beater tee that showcased the tattoo on his biceps. “Good morning,” Kaeden told him as he removed the stakes before he quickly folded down his tent. He was a firm believer in reading