Shark Out of Water (Grab Your Pole, #3) (62 page)

“Hi. Have we not met? I’m you’re boyfriend, Tristan. I’m an uber-control freak. But I love you, so my gift to you for this most momentous of occasions, nay, the eve of a
battle royale
is absolute control over my highly trained soldier, who loves you too by the way. Probably just this one time though. Or, maybe we’ll give you control of us again on Christmas…we don’t know yet…but in answer to your question, like Jeff once said, I’m a control freak in and out of the sack. Next question!”

She was just looking at me with the most adorable baffled expression on her face like she wanted to ask what the fuck was wrong with me and I thought she was actually about to, buuut…

“You voted for Teresa.”

“That’s not a question!” Shit! I
knew
that was gonna come back to bite me in the ass! Actually, I really don’t think I’d mind being bitten in the ass by Camie again.

Oh my God…my issues are bountiful and seem to be never ending.

“I know, but, just sayin’…I haven’t forgotten and you owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah…movin’ on. Oh, I still want a prize if I get the next one right…”

“What
kind
of pri—you know what, I don’t wanna know… So okay, getting back to the stupid that is me, now that I’m up here, what do I um…what do I do now?”

I’d allowed myself to get a little preoccupied with what was right in front of me and I was kinda enjoying myself, as was she, but I stopped to give her a wholly smug and wicked grin, similar to the one she’d slammed me with during that whole stocking removal thing earlier, and said, “Now, you ride.”

“Just…ride? That’s it? That’s all the help you’re gonna give me?”

“Yep, it’s all you. Well, I might help you a
little
bit, but, basically, you gotta cowgirl up on your own, so…save a horse, Baby,” I told her, finding the partial title of the song “Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy” by Big & Rich to be apt considering we’re basically on a horse ranch. It also gave her a more clear idea of what to do because knowing the song and what I meant, that’s exactly what she did.

That is, until I took over the reins…

…William Henry Harrison, President, John Tyler, Vice President - 1841, Martin Van Buren, President, Richard M. Johnson, Vice President - 1837 thru 1841…
Yeah, I’m listing the Presidents of the United States, their Vice Presidents, and the years they served starting from the most recent and going backwards so I can keep things goin’ because, damn. That’s all I can say.
…Andrew Jackson, President…
Ooh, this is where it gets tricky…he served from 1829 to 1837 and John C. Calhoun was his Vice from 1829 to 1830-something, and then there was a year or so we didn’t have a Vice and you’d think trying to remember the details of this particular term would be extremely beneficial in my endeavor to last longer than two pathetically unsatisfactory minutes, but, if she keeps goin’ the way she is, I’m probably gonna be done in the next twenty seconds. Although hearing the next song start, I knew my time would be even shorter.

“Oh Jesus, Baby, you gotta stop…stop stop, don’t move,” I told her and made a mad grab for my iCat that had been dancing to The Dave Matthews Band’s “Crash Into Me” before the next song, “I Feel You” by Depeche Mode started to play, and just before it made it past the screeching intro, I clicked it off. Like the cat speaker, Camie had been keeping tempo with the music and that was fine—or, actually, really phenomenally amazingly
great,
but that was also the problem because this Depeche Mode song is just…well, just understand it’s a really great song for what we’re doin’ at the moment and I won’t be able to remember my
own
fucking name let alone the presidents’ if she moves on me to the rhythm of it…

“What’s wrong? What’d I do wrong?” She stopped and asked, exhibiting that insecurity that is so totally unfounded now it’s not even funny.

“Not a single thing…you’re ah…you just catch on
really
quick and I’m sorry, I know you just got in the saddle and were just gettin’ your groove on, and I said you could drive and everything, but if we want me to go any longer, I
gotta
take over the steering wheel…so…buckle up,” I told her and again, without giving her time to think, I flipped her onto her back. Then I clicked play on my iPod and let the song continue.

Sadly, I didn’t continue for very much longer after the music did though. Like I said, it’s a really great song. But in my defense, I haven’t done this in a really long time, okay? Plus, no condom! Come to find out, it does make a difference. Well, I think it did. It could’ve just been that it was Camie and I wasn’t just having sex with her. I was making love to her.
That
I know for sure made a difference because when it was over, I had more emotion welling up inside me than I knew what to do with. Now I’m not gonna
say
that I did, and I’ll throttle her if she ever tells a soul about this, especially Jeff—or Kate who would just tell Jeff—but, I ah…“felt” like crying…

“Are you
crying
?” Camie asked and tried to pull my head up off her shoulder by my hair so she could see my face.

“Nuh-uh, nope,” I mumbled into the side of her neck and tried to stifle my sniffle. Then she started giggling so I looked at her, being slightly aghast.
“What?!”

“I just can’t believe I’ve been so afraid of doing
that
…”

“Well, uh, I know that wasn’t my best performance, Camie, but come on, it’s been kind of a long time for me and it was you and everything…I mean I can do better,” I left out the I think and I hope parts… “And I’ll prove it too! I just, uhh…I just need like five minutes or so…yeah, five minutes will probably work. Maybe only three, and then I’ll be good to go again. You’ll see…”

Approximately eleven minutes later—yes, I was timing myself—I was breathing heavily into her neck again.
“Shit!”

“I thought you said you were for sure gonna pull—”

“Yeah, well, that didn’t happen, did it?” I grumbled. Not only can I seem to not make it around the track for more than a few minutes with her—regardless of what song is playing—I can’t seem to catch myself and hit the brakes before the checkered flag is waved. But what really bothers me is that both times, I didn’t care.

The second time…well, the second time I startled myself with the realization that I
wanted
to stay inside her until I was completely spent, and once the idea was there, I couldn’t redirect my thoughts quick enough and it was suddenly about to happen, which meant I wasn’t gonna be able to pull all the way out in time so, I just stayed where I was. The first time though…well, it was basically beyond my control and it just happened. I mean it was completely my fault of course, however I think it was making the decision to speak my mind that did it. I simply asked her to do something and she only gave me what I wanted.

I will never ever forget a single detail of how the first time felt…physically, and, emotionally. Physically, it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, which is sort of saying something, but when the immensely explicit and stimulating physical aspect coupled with the inherent eroticism of her perfect innocence along with the lyrics to that song underscoring the raw intimacy, unmasked emotion, and naked trust we’d finally consented to show each other over the course of the whole night and even more so at the time, bringing home the truth of what all of that actually means to us both together and individually, it was too much. I raised myself up so that I could really look at her again, wanting to watch and take in as much of her with my eyes as I could; of her letting go and opening herself up, allowing her luxurious body to be loved and it loving mine in return; the sultry sheen of her skin glistening with the rising and falling of her breasts as she breathed, her toned and taught abdomen sensually flexing, meeting and welcoming my every movement within her, her body viscerally reciprocating thrust for thrust. But when I did, she shocked the hell out of me with being able to do something that I honestly didn’t expect her capable of so soon. Not even thirty seconds after I pushed up from my elbows and onto my hands, I felt the first contractions as she began her rapid ascent to climax, and in what felt like utter desperation having never been able to actually witness her do it with my eyes, I gasped, “Oh Jesus, Camie, look at me. Look at me, Baby, please, I wanna see your face when you cum…” When she turned her head and opened her eyes to do what I’d requested of her though, the overwhelming beauty of her soul was shining bright in her eyes and the reality of what she was giving to me, and, ultimately, the sheer enormity of what we were sharing with each other in that moment surged through me with force, overpowering me so completely, I fell back onto my elbows and with my eyes locked onto hers, I exploded with an inconceivable magnitude just as she did.

As I said, making love to Camie the first time was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. But, that didn’t stop me from wanting to recreate every aspect of that experience, or, greedily
trying
to make each subsequent experience last longer, because seriously, crying or no crying afterwards, that was the most phenomenal feeling
ever
. Plus, my ego is really having some difficulty in regard to the stopwatch clicking off so quickly.

“Okay, I want another do-over.”

“Are you gonna count to yourself again? I mean, I’m pretty sure I heard a niner in there…” she teased me and started laughing when I bit her shoulder.

“I wasn’t counting!” I totally was. Not when she heard the niner thing but still, “I was quoting
Tommy Boy
to myself and you know it. Had you cared about my plight
at all
, you could’ve helped me out with a line or two.”

“Oh like, ‘You know a lot of people go to college for seven years’?”

“‘I know, they’re called doctors’,” I said, completing the next line in the movie as we both started laughing, “So, what about that do-over?”

“Swing away, my love, swing away…”

And that’s pretty much the long and short of how we spent the
entire
night. Needless to say, we were both physically and emotionally drained and exhausted by the time we moved into the house and the sun came up, which honestly didn’t really deter me from trying to up my personal best time with her and which is
still
a little bit—yeah fine, a
lot
bit on the humiliating side in my opinion. But, I’ll get the hang of it because now that Camie has passed her driver’s test with flying colors and is the proud holder of a license, we can practice. And practice makes perfect, right?

Oh, that reminds me; like I said earlier, it wasn’t the most romantic or smooth experience to begin with, but, I gotta tell ya, it was perfect for us in its own way. Because, for
us
, just breathing and experiencing what life has to offer together, both good and bad, is true perfection.

I mean we’ve got
that
down to an art form…

Chapter 23

Saturday Proper, Week 4

Celebrate good times, come on! ~ Tristan

“You open that fucking door and I’ll sic Ferb on you, you son of a bitch!” I hollered at one side of the closed bedroom door. I looked over Camie’s shoulder to see Ferb yawn and stretch before jumping off the chair she’d been sleeping on and then she walked over to sniff at the edge of the door.

“Katy, look…are those whisk—… Damnit, Tristan! Why do you give her
permission
to hunt me?!” Jeff hollered back from the other side of the door.

Camie and I both chuckled. I kissed our re-instated contract on her shoulder blade and then tried to continue where we’d left off when I’d first heard footsteps echoing in the hallway, a quick knock, and then the door handle rattle, all telling me that Jeff was gonna barge in and interrupt how I’d chosen to wake Camie up. Yeah, I know we hadn’t gotten a whole lot of sleep, like maybe a few hours, and she probably would’ve liked a little more, but come on. My soldier was up, albeit a little groggy maybe, however he plays Reveille every morning regardless of how much rest he’s gotten and spooning the way she and I were meant that he and I weren’t gonna go back to sleep anytime soon. So, I figured she should probably just wake up and enjoy the morning bugle call with us.

“Dude! Why can’t I come in? It’s after ten…get your lazy ass out of bed alre—OW! Why, Katy?! Why does she
do
that?!”

“She’s just playing with your toes under the door, you big baby…ask him about the ba…” I heard Kate say before her voice and footsteps trailed away from the door.

“Oh yeah. Hey Trist? There’s a big ol’ bag of stuff sitting by the door and we think it’s Cam— … Yeah, Katy says it’s Camie’s stuff. Oh and your baby book that you left last night is downstairs. … I don’t
know
how it all got here, Katy! ... Well, unless he went and packed Camie a bag with everything she needs for a day and night on a ranch, he’s not gonna know either!”

Camie turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder as we both said, “Jillian,” and started to laugh.

“Hey! Is that Camie? Is Camie with you? She never came back last night and she won’t answer her phone and Katy was getting worri— … Nu-uh! You really thi—” He said and then chuckled. Deviously. “So,
umm
, whatchya guys doin’?”

“Fuck. Off. Jeff,” I hollered.

He laughed.

“Okay, well…it sounds like you need to keep your strength up so I’m gonna get breakfast goin’ and since Camie’s here, I guess I’ll make an assload of bacon, but don’t take too long or the bacon’ll get cold…
sooo
…let’s say we’ll see you in what? Thirty, forty-five minutes? Maybe an hour?”

“Um, I don’t think he’s got three in him, but let’s say five just in case,” Camie answered.

Jeff started cracking up. I mean he was laughing his fucking ass off and I think he might’ve even fallen on the floor, but what really worries me is that he couldn’t even choke out the whole phrase “just in case” as I heard his hilarious laughter and footsteps drift away. Meaning he’s choosing to use this information at a later time. And once again, just for clarity’s sake, I say FML.

“Uh, Baby? Shut up! First of all, you know what he’s gonna do to me with that? Second, you know for a
fact
I’ve got more than five minutes let alone three. Shit. Five minutes just in case…five minutes my sorry ass…” I said to her and started grumbling to myself. But it’s true, I’m nowhere near up to par yet, however I at
least
made the double digits.