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Chapter fifteen

Game Night

Since it was a free day for everyone, Walker and Morgan teamed up with Lee and Justin, Drew’s partner, to really put it out for us.

Ribs, cornbread, baked beans, potato salad, grilled vegetable skewers, corn on the cob, and a few watermelons, some of which were spiked.

I wanted to start with the boozy melon, personally.

After that chat with Crow about why he sabotaged my case, I wanted to get drunk off my ass and forget we even had the conversation.

A part of me felt cheated.

Another part of me felt relieved.

Crow had good reasons, but I should have been brought in on it.

And I did trust Drew.

That didn’t mean I didn’t feel some kind of way about it all.

I needed to leave the past in the past.

Okay, I could do that.

But.

Could I move forward and have something—anything—with Crow?

I didn’t have an answer.

Dinner was fantastic, and while I ate with a few people I didn’t know, Danny and Lee came around, letting us all know there was a social hour behind the main office afterward.

This time, with mixed drinks and the plugged watermelons.

There would also be some games and our drag queen from karaoke would be back to lead the fun.

As long as I didn’t have to sing again, I figured I could play along.

We finished eating, cleaned up, and headed over.

A bar was set up on the covered porch where the karaoke had been set up last time.

Someone had pushed the folding tables together to make it, but there was plenty of booze.

I wondered how they pulled that off since we were in a state park, but with Drew sponsoring, I figured it was all about money.

The lawn no longer had tables and chairs; they’d left it a big open space, forcing everyone to stand around and talk.

Before it became terribly awkward, our drag queen grabbed a mic and blew into it.

“Testing, testing. Hello, people.” She waved her hand in the air.

“Remember me? I’m the lovely Bella Donna, your hostess to die for.” She flung her hips back and forth with each description.

“And I’m going to get these games started.” This time, she wore a sequined jumpsuit, and her hair was a matching lilac, hanging down around her face in a sculpted fashion, and her makeup was again over the top.

Everyone clapped and hooted, and she preened overdramatically.

“Now, now. Thank you. Thank you.” She bowed.

“Okay, before we begin, we have a few rules. Are we ready for the rules?”

Everyone cheered, some people yelled, “Yes!”

“Good. Good. Rule number one. If you’re playing a game, set your drink down. Now we have these cute cups and markers here, so put your name on them so you don’t mix up drinks. Unless you want to.” She did an exaggerated eye roll that made her entire body move.

“Get all mixed up, that is.”

The crowd laughed, but it wasn’t all that funny to me.

I looked around to see who was there.

I knew a few from work, and Levi and his daddy were lined up on the far side.

He caught my gaze and waved, so I waved back.

I didn’t see Crow, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t with us.

It was crowded.

Bella Donna moved around the patio.

“Okay. Next rule. If you can’t stand up in order to play the game, you need to go back to your campsite. In other words, if you fall down drunk, you’re out.” She pointed over her shoulder.

“We all need to drink responsibly, or Mr. Drew will have big fines. Got it?” She eyed all of us and pointed at us as well.

“Good. Now that we’ve got that straight.” She leaned to the side and did a loud fake stage whisper that we all heard because, yeah, she said it into the mic.

“That’s the only thing I got that’s straight.”

That got a lot more laughs and a few catcalls.

It didn’t offend Bella Donna, though.

She was camping it up for us.

“Now, now. Thank you. Yes. Let’s get the first game started. We all know how to play Simon Says, right?”

Everyone cheered again, though I wasn’t sure why.

Who actually liked Simon Says?

Well, her way may be better, though.

Bella Donna’s Simon Says was a drinking game, and she called it Bella Says .

Any time someone was called out, the rest of us took a drink.

“Okay, everyone needs a drink to play this version, it’s the keep your drink with you exception.” That was probably why it was the first one.

“Grab it and get back on the field.”

Once we were all back on the field, she had us head patting, turning in a circle, raising our glass, and then she said, “Stand on one foot.” And I did.

But, yep, she didn’t say Bella Says , and I was out.

Which was good because my drink was kind of strong, and maybe I’d drunk a little too fast.

I watched the game progress, spotting Crow toward the back.

He was focused.

His friend was beside him, and they laughed hard when they were eliminated.

I wanted to be next to him, laughing along.

Instead, I headed back to the makeshift bar and got a refill.

After Bella Says, a few corn hole boards were set up, but I wasn’t into that.

I leaned against a pillar and watched.

“Sky! Hey.” Danny bounced over.

Literally bounced.

“You aren’t drunk, are you? There’s another group game coming up after this one.” He waved at the corn-holers, corn-hole players, whatever.

“No, I’m fine. I don’t do well with all that.” I flitted my hand in the same direction as Danny had.

“Oh, no problem. But play the next one. Don’t drink too much.” He pointed at me, then bounced off again with a cheery laugh.

I thought he should listen to his own advice, except he was always pretty energetic.

We used to go dancing together a lot before he met Lee.

That was always a good time.

Eventually, they wrapped up the corn hole.

Crow, paired up with his buddy, made it to the final round, but then they lost to two of the top lawyers from Drew’s firm.

They had all been very competitive.

“Okay, Campers.” Bella Donna was back on the mic.

“New game. First, we need to separate into two equal teams. Mr. Danny and Mr. Lee are going to help. Number them off one, two, one, two.” She made a motion over her head signifying to get things rolling.

Danny started on one side and Lee on the other, and they had us all count off in order.

I was a two.

Then we lined up with one team on each side of the field.

“Now, you should remember this game. We need a captain from each side.”

Crow was on the other side.

I wasn’t sure, but I had a sneaky feeling this was going to be a drunken game of Red Rover.

And I was not wrong.

“It’s Red Rover, campers! Team one.” She pointed over at the other team.

“I hope you got to know each other this week. I need the captain to call out the name of someone on the other side. Then you know what to do, right?”

Most of us yelled, “Right.” Some hooted.

A few were probably too drunk to be playing this.

“Okay, team two. If your name is called. Get ready. I’ll give you the line. Then you stumble…uh run…hopefully, you can still run. And go break through to the other side. Team one. Call.”

They didn’t call me first.

Thankfully.

They called someone I kind of knew, who was a partner to one of the lawyers at the firm.

He was a little tipsy, but he wobbled on over.

I think they knew he was too inebriated.

He did not break through.

“Oh, too bad,” Bella fake pouted.

“You have to join team one…aww…”

Team one copied her with the “Aww…”

It went back and forth, with some actually breaking through.

When someone broke through, he picked a player to join him back on their home team.

Someone on my team picked Crow.

Bella called out, “Red Rover, Red Rover, send that big ol’ hunky Crow right over.”

Some laughed, but Crow was serious.

He ran into a weak spot and crashed through.

Thankfully, it wasn’t me who let him break the chain.

But it was me he chose to go back with him.

“Let’s go, Skyler. You’re joining us on team one.” He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together.

My heart pounded so hard that I thought it was going to burst out of my chest as we jogged across the lawn.

He didn’t let go when we joined the line.

After a few more people, team two was decimated and only three people were left.

They gave up.

“Are we sticking around or going back to the campsite?” Crow asked me.

“Uh…I am tired after that one.” Not to mention, they were going to do sack races next, and I was so out on hopping around the field.

“All you did was jog across the field once.” That was true.

No one even tried to break through on me.

Probably because I was holding on so tightly to Crow, and his biceps, pecs, and shoulders were very intimidating.

“Whatever. Let’s get some watermelon, then head back.”

“Oh, right. I forgot the melon.”

We got a small slice and another drink.

I ate my melon as we walked back to our tent.

It was boozy, sweet, and oh-so juicy, and by the time we made it to the tent, I had it dripping down my chin and all over the front of my shirt.

But so did Crow.

We laughed and went to clean each other up when Crow’s friend showed up with his twinky boyfriend in tow.

“Hey, so are y’all together now?” the friend asked.

I couldn’t remember his name and wondered if that was one of those accidentally-on-purpose things.

Like, I didn’t care, so I couldn’t remember.

Crow wiped the last of the melon off my face and tossed the wet wipe in our trash bin.

“Well, Warner, if you must know, we’re not defining it yet.”

Ah, his name was Warner .

And what did Crow mean?

I wasn’t sure what their banter was about, but Warner’s boyfriend was shooting me the sympathy eyes.

I didn’t need his pity.

Why wasn’t Crow getting the pity-eyes?

He’d be lucky to have me.

Well, I think it might work both ways, but at a minimum, we were going to be a thing for this trip.

Maybe or maybe not more than that.

So yeah, not defining it.

I did not correct him, but I did narrow my eyes at the twink.

It certainly wasn’t any of their business.

I fixed another drink, but a much weaker one, since I’d been drinking a good bit already, and listened to them chit-chat about the games we’d played.

My mind wandered.

Because maybe I wanted to get fucked because hanging around with this hunky man who was still being so nice to me, even though I walked off on him, made me super horny.

And maybe it was alcohol fueled, and maybe I didn’t fucking care why.

I glared enough that the twink got the hint.

Finally.

He grabbed Warner’s arm.

“Hey. Let’s leave these two love birds alone.” He winked, but he didn’t look too sure of himself.

“I have better things lined up for you, Daddy.”

“Mmm…that sounds good.” He kissed his boyfriend, then waved at Crow.

“Later.” And they left, squeezing between the trees.

Crow sat on the bench and focused his attention on me.

“They’re finally gone. Just you and me now.”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna talk about our last conversation?”

No.

I did not want to talk about it, but I could see from the stubborn line of his jaw that if I wanted to move on, I’d need to.

I huffed, “I still don’t trust you.”

“Define trust.”

“What?” Was he being obtuse on purpose?

“Sky, Sky, Sky…there are different types of trust. Different ways to trust people. Like I trust you to be honest with me, but I don’t trust that you won’t run again.”

Oh.

“I trust that you won’t run.” He laughed a little, but the serious part came next.

“I trust that you’ll be honest with me. If I ask. If I don’t.” I shook my head and glared at my feet.

“I do not trust. At all. That you’ll tell me things I might need to know, if I don’t specifically ask.”

“I can work with that.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I threw my hands in the air and sloshed out some of my drink—I should just finish it off.

So I did.

“It means that I understand where you’re having trouble, and I can try to reassure you that going forward, I’ll tell you what I think you need to know. Without you having to ask.”

“No. I heard how you worded that. It’s not what you think I need to know. It’s what I think I need to know.” I pointed at him and me as I spoke, emphasizing my point.

“I don’t know what you think you need.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Let me clue you in on a few things. Things you probably need to know.” He crooked his finger and put his drink on the table.

I walked closer, and he patted his lap.

What the fuck was I supposed to do about that?

I sat.

On his lap.

With my legs across his, sideways.

He wrapped one arm around my back and grabbed my outer thigh with the other.

“Skyler. Sweet boy.” I wanted to interrupt him about that, but kept my mouth shut because I wanted to know what he had to say.

“I know you heard Cody call both Warner and me daddy. That’s because we play around with that dynamic. It’s a big part of who I am.”

I bit my bottom lip.

I suspected.

And I happened to know a few things about that.

Hell, I had a membership to Afterglow.

As soon as I could afford it, I bought it.

But I almost never went.

Why?

Not because I didn’t want to.

“D-Do you go to a-a club?”

“Yes. Have you heard of Afterglow?”

My feet looked nice.

Yep.

How did I get out of this?

Why did I want to run?

This.

This was what I wanted.

Right?

“Y-Yes.”

He squeezed me.

“Do you know what that means? Being a daddy?”

I shrugged one shoulder.

“You like having someone call you Daddy. I’m not a Little like Danny, you know. I don’t do that.”

“I don’t want a Little. Just a boy. Like you.”

“I’m not—”

“Oh, I think you are. I think you’re lying to yourself. And if anyone around here needs a daddy, it’s you.”

I exhaled very loudly.

“Why? Why do you say that? I’m a lawyer. A very good one. I live all by myself and make my own decisions. I do not need anyone telling me what to do. I don’t have daddy issues.” I started to pull away, but Crow held me tight.

“Shh…you have it all wrong, baby.”

Oh shit.

He called me baby and my dick was suddenly rock hard.

“Crow…”

“Listen for once, Sky.”

“Fine.”

“I don’t want to boss you around. I want to take care of you. Big difference. I want to help you. I’m really fucking good at seeing what people close to me need, and with you…I want to give you everything you need.”

“What do you think I need?” I turned to face him directly.

I wanted to see the truth or the lie in his eyes.

“First. You need fucked. Seriously. Aside from that, you need someone to level you out. Give you courage to grab the things you want that you think you shouldn’t.”

Well.

Talk about hitting it in one.

Or two.

Wasn’t that two things?

So what the fuck was I going to do?

Go along with it?

Try it?

Run?

Crow stared me down.

Eye-to-eye, I wanted everything he was offering.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Show me, Daddy.”

He smiled, eyes lighting up and everything, before he leaned in and kissed me.

But oh hell, he didn’t simply kiss me.

He ran his hand up my back.

Squeezed my leg.

Slid his tongue between my lips and along my tongue.

All so, so slowly.

He owned me.

My heart raced.

He pulled back, and I chased his mouth.

“Turn around and straddle my legs.”

I did without hesitation, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He held me with one hand at my back.

“I want to treat you right, Skyler.” It was almost weird hearing my full name on his lips, when he so insistently never called me that, even though I asked him repeatedly.

Whatever.

He was going to do what he wanted, and I was tired of arguing.

He pushed my back lightly.

“Kiss me.”

I leaned in and followed directions.

This time, his other hand came up to cup my face, then slid into my hair.

Everywhere he touched me tingled.

My dick was hard and uncomfortable in my board shorts.

I pulled back and stood to yank them down.

Then remembered where we were and fidgeted instead.

“You want to get naked, Skyler?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Oh shit.

That was twice I’d called him that, and I really liked it.

So did my poor dick.

He nodded as if coming to some decision.

“Get in the tent.”

I practically ran, but Crow was on my heels.

As soon as he zipped the doorway, he grabbed me, pulling my shirt over my head.

“Kick off your shoes.” When they were in the corner, he yanked my shorts off.

I stood there in front of him, completely naked, and his eyes feasted on my body.

“You are so-so beautiful, Skyler.” He stepped in closer and rubbed his palm down my side, around to my back, and down to my ass where he squeezed a handful.

Hey, I worked hard on that bubble butt.

Millions and millions of squats.

And it was paying off, if his moan had anything to say about it.

“Fuck me…” it was both an exclamation and begging.

I wanted his cock in me so badly, I could taste it.

And I wasn’t opposed to getting started that way.

“Do you have lube or condoms, Sky? I didn’t bring any.”

“Fuck. No. I wasn’t expecting to hook up.” Who got fucked on a camping trip?

Oh, apparently me.

“I’ll take care of that tomorrow. For now, get on the mattress.” He started stripping as I climbed up on the makeshift bed.

Once naked, he stood there, watching me and stroking his cock.

He was so fucking sexy.

His body was sculpted from muscle and skin.

He had a little hair on his chest as dark as his head, but not too much.

A trail of it led down to his cock.

He was neatly trimmed and that big rod he stroked was thick, long, and a dusky pinkish color with a paler head.

My want multiplied, like times a hundred.

I tried to reach for my anger, my hate.

And it was gone.

I had to admit that I liked him.

And maybe I was over some of that hurt.

Or most of it.

Whatever.

Finally, he crawled up beside me, pulling me to face him and touching me from shoulder to hip.

His fat cock pushed against mine.

I humped against him, needing more friction, more of his skin, more of everything Crow.

His scent circled me, fresh and rich.

He thrust his hips against mine as he tipped my head up with his fingers under my chin.

Then he kissed me again, his tongue fucking me in time with his thrusts.

Could I come just from that?

But Crow had other ideas.

“Suck me, Skyler.”

As I slid down his body, Crow grabbed my shoulders and pushed them to go the other way.

He manhandled me until I was backwards on top of him, staring at his beautiful cock.

I flicked my tongue over his crown before sucking him down, and when he moaned, I was sure the next campsite over heard it.

What a fucking turn-on.

While I continued to suck him, he lifted my ass up with his hands on my upper thighs, and then he sucked on me.

“Oh, Daddy.” I had never had a sixty-nine quite like this.

In fact, I think I’d only ever had one, and it wasn’t anywhere near as good as this.

“Fuck. Make me come, Daddy.”

A part of me wondered if I was going to call him that all the time now, or only during sex?

I was definitely pushing my boundaries, but I didn’t think I’d push it that far.

Who knew?

I sure as fuck didn’t.

The only thing I knew was how fucking good it felt with him sucking my dick, slobbering over me, tickling my balls then…

a wet finger slid in my hole, and I nearly shot off right then.

“Skyler. Don’t stop sucking me, boy.”

“No, Daddy.” I went back to work, but it was so hard to concentrate on making him feel good when he was making me feel even better.

Then he stopped and set my legs back down.

I turned to look back at him.

“Make me come, boy. Then I’ll take care of you.”

I didn’t argue; that made the most sense.

It was hard to do both at the same time.

Sexy as hell, and I needed release so badly.

I grabbed the bottom of his cock and stroked as I sucked him, which was no hardship.

I loved the feel of my tongue lapping over his head.

I wiggled my fingers over his balls and slid one back to rub that sensitive skin behind them.

“Yeah, like that. Tug them.” I massaged them, playing, tugging, and rubbing as I sucked.

Crow moaned, cursed, and then went still.

His grunt was my only warning as he came hard.

I swallowed down as much as I could, but some slid out, coating my mouth.

“Come here, boy.”

I secretly loved being called boy by him.

Why had I tried to run from that?

I let my anger toward him get in the way of all this yumminess.

He moved me into position beside him.

“Missed a spot.” He licked the rest of his mess off my face.

And simultaneously showed me another kink I hadn’t realized I had.

I had been vanilla, but I wanted so much to explore this other side.

And Crow handed it to me like a fucking buffet.

“My turn.” He shoved me to my back and slid down my body.

His dark eyes stayed on mine the whole time.

He licked my cock once, twice.

“You want this, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.” When I said the words, his face lit up, eyes sparkling.

He needed me as much as I needed him.

He sucked me into his mouth.

“Fuck, Daddy-Crow…”

He stopped and shoved my legs up to get to my hole.

He didn’t play around or tease, he jumped right in to fucking my hole with his velvety tongue, making me squirm.

He chuckled as he held my hips to keep me still.

When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, with all kinds of weird sounds coming from me, he moved forward and took my dick into his mouth again, sucking me furiously.

“Oh, gawd…” I came so hard, stars exploded behind my eyes as my body shook with pleasure.

When I finally stopped, Crow wrapped me up in his warmth.

I fell asleep faster than I ever have in my life.