Part 7 (1/2)
”Yeah?” a sigh. A d.a.m.ned sigh. ”What?” she added a bit more harshly.
”You might want to keep your eyes on mine.”
”Why? Stop your s.h.i.+t, Thunder. Just because you have really beautiful eyes does not mean that I want to sit and stare into them all day.” I do! I really do ... not!
He frowned for a moment. ”No, I mean you should keep your eyes on mine because I'm about to lose my-” He gave the edge of his blanket a small tug. She wanted to panic at the thought of him naked but there were dark circles under his eyes and he was beginning to look really tired even though they hadn't set out yet.
”Just tie it around your waist or something.”
He shook his head. ”I can't get my a.s.s up and tie the thing and stay upright.” He shook his head. ”Just keep your eyes on mine and we'll be golden,” he smiled. One of his s.h.i.+t-eating grins. ”Not that I mind you looking at my c.o.c.k or anything.”
She gave him a whack on the side of the arm and he almost fell over. Tammy grabbed him by the biceps. Huge, hard, really awesome biceps. Not that she noticed since she was busy trying to keep him upright. ”I don't think this is going to work.” She pulled him against her. Thunder gripped her outer thighs. She managed to keep him up ... just.
”It will. It has to. I haven't wet my bed since I was a whelp and I don't plan on doing it now.”
”Fine.”
”Let's do this then. I'm ready.” His breathing had almost normalized but he still looked dead tired.
”On three?” She took back his hands. Thunder nodded.
She counted down. ”And up we go!” She leaned back, using her body weight to give him a lift. He made it up about an inch or two and fell back down.
”f.u.c.k!” he growled. ”I'm useless. Can't even stand up.”
”I'll grip you under your arms and lift you.”
”I weigh a ton.”
”I doubt it.”
”No really.” It didn't look like he was joking. ”Let's try the arm thing.” He lifted both his arms. Only got about half-way up before his brow glistened and a grimace took residence on his face.
Tammy reached around him, careful to avoid his back. The position put them cheek to cheek. s.h.i.+t! He really did smell good.
”No sniffing,” he growled. ”It's a come on, in dragon talk.”
”I wasn't ...” she let the sentence die. ”I'm not a dragon.”
”I am.” Another low growl that she felt all the way down in her panties. Right to her c.l.i.t, to be precise. She needed s.e.x and sooner rather than later.
She ignored her body. Ignored him even more. ”On three ...” she counted down before she could give the whole thing too much thought. When she reached three she lifted and he seemed to rise for a few moments before falling back down. Wouldn't you know too, he fell all the way down. So did she, landing right on top of him.
He groaned, his face a mask of agony. ”Oh my G.o.d!” She cupped his cheeks. ”Are you okay?”
He gave a small nod.
She put one of her hands on his chest. ”Are you sure?”
”I'm great! Perfect. Except that you're kind of sitting on my bladder.”
Tammy scrambled off him. She hadn't realized that she was straddling him. Thank G.o.d the blanket stayed put.
Thunder pulled himself up onto his elbows. ”Let me take care of my little situation and you can sit on top of me all you like. I'll even let you bounce,” he winked at her. He was good at it too. Some guys looked like they had something in their eye and others like big, fat a.s.sholes wanting to score. Thunder looked hot, oh yeah, and s.e.xy ... and funnily enough, he looked sweet. It was all a facade though. She wasn't buying it for a second.
”Yeah, right!” Tammy snorted. An honest to G.o.d laugh snort. It sounded ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as her cheeks heating. She felt like a silly schoolgirl again. ”You can forget that,” she added, with a serious note to her voice. ”I think we might have to come up with a Plan B here.”
”Plan B is wet the bed and I hate that idea,” he frowned. It took some effort to get himself back into a sitting position. Thunder groaned.
”No really. Maybe you could pee into the water bottle or something.”
He shook his head. ”No! I'm a male in my prime. It's a few measly feet. Just have to get up. Besides, I still have to drink out of that thing.” He pulled a face of disgust.
”It's far.”
”You're not helping. I have a plan.”
”What did you have in mind?”
”Get on your knees.” He pointed to the ground at his feet.
”I'm not sure I like where this is going.” She narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. It was silly of her to make a joke at a time like this, but she couldn't help herself.
It was his turn to blush. A huge, gorgeous hunk of a man was blus.h.i.+ng because she was insinuating he wanted a b.l.o.w.j.o.b. She never expected it, not for one minute. ”I didn't mean it like that,” he said, still blus.h.i.+ng. It was endearing. It made her warm to him. No, not happening! Christopher Collins. She reminded herself of her good-looking, successful, charming d.i.c.kwad of an ex.
”You didn't mean it like that? That would be a first,” she made an attempt at humor and failed. This whole thing felt awkward. No wonder she was cracking ridiculous jokes. May as well get this over with. Tammy knelt at his feet. Even his feet were beautiful.
”You might want to turn the other way.” He twirled his finger and gave her a wink one that reminded her just how charming he could be, even if he did blush on occasion. ”Unless of course you want to look at my ...”
”No!” she blurted. ”That's okay,” she added as she turned around to face the cave wall across the way.
Thunder chuckled at her reaction. a.s.s-hat.
”I'll get up using your shoulders for support. I'm heavy, so brace yourself.”
”I'll be fine, just don't fall onto the floor or you'll be stuck there.”
”What a tragedy that would be. I wouldn't get to cuddle with you tonight.” She could hear that he was smiling.
”How many times do I have to tell you that it's by accident? It doesn't count when you're asleep.”
”Still feels good. I'd definitely miss your arms around me, your lush ...” She could hear that he was definitely smiling.
”Okay ... enough of that Prince Charming.”
”I'm a king.”
”Whatever.”
”Is that not important to you? My status?” His voice held an edge. It sounded like he was being serious. Like he cared either way. Maybe he saw himself as being high and mighty or something, just because he held a t.i.tle. Again, she'd been there and done that.