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Jameson grunted in response, his hands moved from around my shoulders to my ass letting me know he had no interest in stopping. “
Oh god
Sway
...
so close
...
” his gravelly voice confirmed my theory.

Emma screamed again. “What the fuck is that, Aiden?”

Did Jameson stop then? No, but he did increase his pace again.

“Jameson
...
we should
...
stop.” I pushed again on his chest only to have him shake his head. “Emma might need help.”

Apparently, he didn’t like that answer because I felt him rise from my upper body but he didn’t pull out. “I do
not
fucking care.” He snapped and then leaned back down to continue his movements.

I could tell by his gritty voice, he was beyond annoyed that she was interrupting us and also very close.

“Hey Jameson, you might want to come out here.” Aiden warned.

There was just something unusual about Aiden’s voice that drew Jameson from of his determination.

“Son of a bitch,” He pulled away reaching for the lantern. “Why does this always happen? I can’t even fuck my girlfriend anymore without someone wanting something from me.”

I snuck a glance at his face throwing my clothes on. Flushed with anger, he was breathing heavy and he still had a
big
...
problem.

I giggled.

“Nothing about this is amusing, Sway.” he snapped unzipping the tent. “Stop laughing.”

Yes, it
was
funny.

Once outside the tent
...
you couldn’t
help
but laugh. Aiden and Emma were standing on the roof of the Subaru while a skunk hovered around their tent.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jameson shouted at them throwing his arms up. “You called me out here for a goddamn skunk
...
unbelievable!” He turned to go back inside the tent. Only problem was Pepe Le Pew’s girlfriend was now making her way inside our tent.

Before I even realized what was happening, Jameson was dragging me through the woods, away from the campsite. We didn’t go far, partly because it was so dark you couldn’t see and the other, well, Jameson needed something and he needed it
now.

He wasted no time at all in removing my jeans, picking me up with one arm and wrapping my legs around his waist. Carrying me forward until my back pressed against a tree. Frantically, his other hand fumbled with the button of his jeans.

I shivered in anticipation. This was so incredibly sexy.

His face was set in a scowl, the light from the full moon defined his flushed cheeks.

His movements were nothing as they were watching the fireworks, or in the tent. They were rough and aggressive, it actually almost hurt but I wasn’t complaining. Not that I was into the S & M shit as discussed, but I could get down with the aggressive press forging.

Wrapping his arm securely around my waist, he pressed me rather hard against the tree trunk. His hands were everywhere, all at once, as was his mouth.  Desperately kissing, sucking, and biting every inch he could reach.

My bare ass was rubbing against the tree, causing a not so friendly chafing and splinters but I didn’t care, this was hot. The only noises that were coming from Jameson were a stream of grunts and heavy panting. Within minutes of this starting, it was apparent it was ending soon.

“Oh god, Jameson
...
that’s
so
hot
...
” I whore-moaned at some point.

“Are you? I
...
need
...
please
...
” Jameson grunted in my ear. Before he even finished his incoherent words, I could feel every muscle in his body go rigid.

He held me in place for a moment and then slowly let me down.

“Ouch.” I whined when the splinters made themselves known.

“I’m sorry.” Jameson reached out running his fingers lightly over my cheek, his eyes searching mine. “I wasn’t very gentle, was I?”

“I liked it.” I admitted with a giggle but stopped when I heard leaves crunching and branches breaking. “What was that?” I asked in a whispered voice, reaching for Jameson.

He must have heard it to, his grip around my waist tightened and he pulled me hard to his side frantically looking for the source of the noises.

When we spotted it, I nearly pissed myself.

Jameson’s head titled to one side, his eyes on mine. “Great.” He muttered turning back to the animal.

“Jameson
...
” I frantically breathed in his ear.

“Sway,” he whispered back. “Do
not
move.”

Standing in front of us, not more than a hundred feet away was a cougar. Not just any cougar. This was a hungry cougar
...
looking for food. Crouched down in the hunting position, I was sure he was currently looking for Jameson and Sway food.

You know that predatory look an animal gets when it’s getting ready to attack?

We were getting that look right then, fierce glowing eyes
and
that intimidating crouch.

“Sway, stay still,” Jameson warned again.

I didn’t think I was moving but apparently, I was.

I was shaking. But can you honestly fucking blame me?

“I’m
trying
!”

“Now is
not
the time to argue.”

“I was just trying to point out that I am in fact,
trying
to remain still but there is a cougar looking directly at us as though we’re his next meal.”

“Stop talking,” Jameson turned to glare at me. “you’ll attract him.”

“Don’t tell me to stop talking. I was explaining myself. And if you haven’t noticed.” I gestured to the animal. “He’s already attracted to us. He’s getting ready to eat us.”

Jameson opened his mouth to say something more than likely just as irritating but stopped, turning his attention to the cougar. Leaning his head contemplatively to the side, his eyes remained on the cougar. “You attracted him with your moaning. He wants you.” He accused with a cocky smirk I didn’t appreciate.

“Me?” this time I shouted, “Maybe it’s a female, ever think about that? I wasn’t the only one moaning.” I snapped. “
By the way
,”

“Really? He challenged raising his eyebrows in question. “You’re going to argue with me when there’s a two-hundred pound predator looking to make a meal of us?”

“I will when you don’t make any sense. I’m not to blame for it hunting us.” I remained glued to his side through the entire argument. “You were the caveman dragging us out here. This is
your
fault.”

“I could have finished in the tent, but no, Emma and Aiden were scared of a fucking skunk and now look.” he waved toward the cougar who was now sitting, no longer in a crouched position.

I giggled. It was clearly not the time to be giggling but our arguing has caused a deadly animal to stop, mid hunt, to watch. That’s funny to me.

Jameson gave a quick glance towards the cougar and chuckled softly, then leaned down towards my ear. “Start walking backwards towards the car, but keep up the arguing. It’s distracting him.”

“Her! It’s a girl. Look at her, she’s eyeing you.”

“Stop it,” he gave me a repulsed scowl. “talk about something else.”

“Like what? Is there actual protocol for what to discuss when your life is threatened by a vicious animal?”

“No, but I don’t want to talk about a cougar looking at me like it wants to mate with me. That’s disgusting.”

“You know,” I stepped over a log with the help of Jameson. “Some men like cougars.”

“Sway,” he glared over his shoulder. “Change. The.  Fucking. Subject!”

“No,”

“Goddamn it,
why
are you always so stubborn?”

“Because it’s funny to me that you’re freaked out that you attracted an animal with your bestial noises.”

By then, we were almost at the car. I could see Aiden and Emma sitting in the back seat. “I wasn’t making bestial noises, was I?”

“Yes, not that I’m complaining
...
I’m just saying that’s
why
the animal came out to play.”

“All right, that’s enough.” He smacked my ass. “Get in the car, slowly.”

The cougar followed but made no attempt to chase us. I think she was more curious than anything,
and
attracted to Jameson.

Once we reached the door, we both jumped inside the car and locked the doors. Briefly, I thought, obviously a cougar can’t open the door. You never know though.

“Is that a fucking cougar?” Emma screeched from the back seat, climbing in Aiden’s lap. “Oh my god!”

“No, it’s a German shepherd.” Jameson scrunched his nose looked around. “What the fuck is that smell?”

It was strong; Jameson and I both immediately started gagging.

“Don’t be a dick!” Emma slapped his shoulder, the one she stabbed. “It’s Aiden and it’s not his fault.”

Jameson spun around in the seat, his expression furious. “If you fucking hit me again—I will shave your head when you’re sleeping and burn all your clothes!” he looked towards Aiden. “Why do you smell like that?”

Emma answered for him. “He was sprayed by Pepe.”

“Get out, you stink.” Jameson motioned for him to get out.

“There’s a fucking cougar standing outside.” Aiden yelled. “I’m
not
getting out.”

Emma slapped the back of Jameson’s head. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

Jameson started to climb in the backseat, as if he was actually going to attack his sister.

I grabbed his arm before he made it over the center console. “Christ almighty, you two act like children.” Once he sat back down, I sat back drawing my legs up. I had a feeling we were going to be here a while. “Just stop it.”

“She started it.” Jameson mumbled staring out the window at the cougar who was sitting outside his window.

I wasn’t sure when he said, “She started it” if you was referring to the cougar or Emma. The cougar seemed have some sort of predilection towards him. And Emma, well there were no words for her.

After a few minutes, I began to realize the smell was just unbearable.

“Aiden,” I whined feeling as though I would die if I had to continue to smell him
any
longer. “At least take your pants off or something.”

“What?” Jameson snapped coldly, glaring at me.

“For the smell,” I explained quickly. “If it’s on his pants then maybe it won’t smell so bad if he puts them outside.”

“She’s right.” Jameson nodded turning towards Aiden behind me. “Take those fucking things off and throw ‘em outside.”

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