Page 200 of Camp Bliss
I stare at her. “When the zombie apocalypse strikes, I’m gonna live like a king.”
Her laughter echoes over the night.
I salt my dinner, take another bite, and sigh in approval.
“Better?” she asks.
“Perfect.”
She snorts. “Try my curry.” She offers me the bag with her silicone camping spoon sticking out of it. I offer her mine.
The curry smells fantastic. I take a bite and stifle a moan.
Greta sniffs the bag of Bandito Scramble. “Are… Are those potatoes?”
“Yep,” I say around mouthful.
She takes a bite, and her brows leap in surprise. “Mmm. You’re right. That’s pretty good.”
We inhale a few more bites of each other’s dinner before trading again.
“You know,” I say a few minutes later, scraping my spoon along the bottom of the pouch, “this is the best campout I’ve ever had.”
She flashes a grin. “Better than your night with Ivan the Terrible?”
Laughter spills from me. She remembered.
“It’s also the best date I’ve ever had,” I say with absolute seriousness.
Her lashes lower, but her smile stays put. “Good,” she says softly.
“You’re always making things special,” I say, wanting her to know that I appreciate it. Really fucking much. “Tell me. What’s your ideal date?”
She huffs. “This.”
Fair enough.
“Although…” She sets her empty pouch down on the ground by her feet. “There’s something I’d like to do with you. Just once.
I blink. “J-Just once?”
Her grin turns wicked, and she leans closer to me. Now, I set down my empty bag.
“Tell me.”
Greta is maybe three inches away. She licks her lips. My cock stirs.
“It’s big,” she says it like it’s a warning.
I swallow.
Is it wrong that I’m hung up on her sayingjust once?
“Too big?”
Her teeth flash and she shakes her head. “Well, I mean… big enough… It has to hold a lot.”
My lips part. “What…?”
