He chuckled, and his cock jerked in my mouth. “I love it when you’re bored.”
I relaxed my throat and took him deeper still until his head closed off the back of my throat, and I gasped for air, pulling back. He moaned, and a taste of his salt splashed the roof of my mouth.
“Sorry, baby. You’re about to make me pop.”
I eased off and teased him slowly for a while, edging and then relenting, until he growled. The sound made me take him harder, sucking and bobbing my head, hoping to earn another taste. He didn’t disappoint. His cock swelled in my throat, and I pulled back just in time to catch the hot spurts of his nectar against my tongue. I swallowed him down, wiping my mouth as I rose up and he pulled me into a kiss.
“You’re amazing. That was so hot and you know I’m going to pay you back once I get that tent set up and we’re tucked in for the night. You’ll be howling louder than the coyotes.”
“I’ll hold you to that, and don’t remind me about the coyotes.” I didn’t want to think about the critters we might encounter. I wasn’t a girlie girl, by far, but I still didn’t like anything that had more legs than I did.
“Don’t worry about them; you’ll scare them off when you scream my name.” He belted a laugh as I nudged him in the arm and redid his pants.
We found a place to park and got out to search for the perfect site for pitching our tent and setting up the camera. The pitch darkness wasn’t as big of a surprise as last time, and my eyes adjusted quickly.
“This looks like the spot.” He took out his camera, showing me how it was set up, and we talked about the proper settings and how to make adjustments.
Though I knew my photography, I didn’t mind letting him give me one-on-one. He was a great teacher and let me use the camera we’d adjusted while bringing out a second one. “I’m going to use this one, so you can shoot too, tonight.”
“I brought my camera, remember?” I didn’t mind using his, but I had come prepared.
“I’ll set your camera in a bit if you want, but I didn’t think you’d want to mess with your adjustments. If yours is anything like mine, it can be hard to get them just right again. Besides, I have a few extras.”
He clearly very passionate photography and had put quite a bit of investment into it. I wondered what his family thought about his passion.
“You mentioned your dad and you don’t talk much. Do you mind if I ask why?”
“Well, our relationship is a little complicated. He thinks my photography is a waste of time, and I guess that’s why this exhibit will be even more important to me. He thinks I should find a real job, but I’d rather shoot myself than put on a suit and tie and sit at a damn desk every day.” He checked his viewfinder and snapped a few photos.
“Maybe one day he’ll surprise you. Once he has a chance to see how good you are and how happy it makes you, maybe he’ll back off,” I suggested.
He shrugged. “Doubt it, but it’s a nice thought. What about your family? You don’t talk much about them.”
“There’s really not much to tell. I’m an only child and I never knew my dad. He took off when my mom found out she was pregnant with me. She raised me by herself until she died during my freshman year in college. Rain and I had been best friends since high school and so she and Aunt Helen just kind of took me in.”
He shook his head. “Damn. Maybe I shouldn’t complain about my dad so much.”
I looked at him and smiled. “It’s OK. I’ve gotten used to it. It’s not like I’m totally alone. I have Rain and Aunt Helen. And you,” I added, my cheeks turning pink.
He reached out and pulled me close. “Come look at this shot.” He pointed to the viewfinder, and I saw a little white streak on the image.
“What is it?” I leaned in closer.
“That’s a shooting star. It’s not easy to catch one without the camera rolling continuously. But looks like it’s my lucky night.” He turned his head and kissed me.
The moon was rising in the sky, and he let out a breath. “Time to change the strategy. There will be light soon, so I want to change my settings so I can shoot the moon. But first, let’s get that tent up.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN – TATE
Pitching the tent didn’t take as long as I thought it would with Kami’s help. She’d pulled the thing out of the carrying case and had it laid out before I could even get the rods out, and after that, it was smoothe sailing.
Being able to open up about my past was a good sign. I still had so much more to tell Kami about my history but I needed to find the right time. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to it all. Would she think I was using her for money and that was the only reason I pursued her? I had full intention to open up to her.
I also had an imminent deadline approaching. I now had less than one year to produce an heir or I’d lose millions. Something had to be done.
Kami milled around inside the tent, unloading a few things from the car and spreading out our sleeping bag and pillow, while I took time to light the fire.
Once the fire was good and blazing, Kami crawled out of the tent wearing sweat pants and a concert tee with a Live Wired logo. I had heard of the band.