I pulled back and moved forward again, slow and easy. I kept a steady rhythm, and when Gia arched her back, I’d hit her spot if I went all the way in—perfect. I reached over and got a pillow and slid it under her sexy ass and continued my rhythm, purposely hitting her spot every other time. I wanted to make her experience last as long as I could. I knew she was getting close. Watching her was sending me over the edge. She was so wet, yet tight, and her breasts were heaving up and down as she arched and moaned. I slid my hand up her stomach to her nipple and squeezed, slowly but firmly.

  I pushed all the way forward until I hit the spot and held it tight while I rocked slightly side to side. She threw her head back and I could feel her coming. She was pulsating all around me. I couldn’t stop. I put my hands on her hips and moved my hips back and forth twice—that was all I needed. “Jesus, Gia,” I said without meaning to and I came like it was my first time. It was utopia.

  I kissed her softly and went to the bathroom to flush the condom. I was beyond satisfied. I’d always wanted to make love to someone like that, nothing but pure passion and desire. I knew right then and there that Gia was the only woman who had ever made me feel that. I hoped she had felt it, too. It was undeniable.

  When I came out of the bathroom she was exactly as I’d left her and that made me smile. She was exhausted. I picked her up and put her on her pillow and crawled in next to her. I put my arms around her and she opened her eyes for a moment and smiled at me. I was wrong before, this was utopia.

  Chapter 5

  Gia

  When I woke up I knew exactly where I was before I even opened my eyes. I could smell the comforter and felt warm, strong arms around my naked body. I smiled.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he said. I smiled even bigger.

  “Good morning,” I whispered. I opened my eyes to see Ethan. “Are you watching me sleep?”

  “Yes, you look beautiful but you snore like a freight train,” he said, smiling.

  “You’re not a very good liar,” I told him.

  “No, really, you look beautiful.” He thought he was so funny.

  “Ha, ha, very funny,” I said sarcastically. “Are you always like this in the morning?”

  “Like what?” His eyes got big and he tickled me a little.

  We looked into each other’s eyes. I gave him a peck on the lips and got up, I had to pee. I grabbed my panties and his shirt off the floor. He watched as I put them on.

  ***

  Holy hell! I looked in the mirror. ‘Look what the cat dragged in’ came to mind. I grabbed my hair, twisted it and tied it up, pinched my cheeks, and used my finger as a toothbrush to somewhat freshen my mouth.

  When I walked back out, I saw Ethan making coffee. Yes! Healthy Ethan does have coffee! I watched him. He had a pair of basketball shorts on that hung just right on his hip bones. Damn, that’s hot! I thought about what he did to me last night and how he introduced my body to things it had never felt or even knew existed. I opened up and put my trust in him and he proved how erotic slow and easy could be. I was amazed at what I’d shared with him in the short time I’d known him. He was really something.

  “I want you to know you were right about slow and easy, it’s unbelievable, and so are you.” I wrapped my arms around him from behind and leaned my head against his back.

  “I love when a woman tells me I was right about something!” he teased. “But seriously, I loved making you feel it, watching you feel it, and then the ultimate, feeling you feel it.” He turned and faced me. “I want you to know that I’d fantasized about an encounter like that just as you’d fantasized about a wild encounter, and you made my fantasy a reality last night.” He kissed me.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that,” I whispered, like it was a secret. “No one has ever made me feel the way you did.” I was still whispering but I didn’t know why. “No one has ever taken the time to do what you did. I think you know my body better in two days than anyone else ever has, including me.” Oh, that’s why I was whispering. That was kind of embarrassing to admit. But it was true.

  “I’m the luckiest man in the world, then. Thank you for opening up to me and letting me be the one to take you there, Gia.” He held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes, making sure I knew he really meant what he said.

  Ethan’s phone rang—it was Trey. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the table while he talked. It sounded like they had a meeting. That’ll give me time to shower and get ready for the concerts. I couldn’t wait to talk to the other girls to see how their night had been. I’ll bet they weren’t as good as mine! I had a naughty grin on my face. I wondered if Ethan saw my eyes roll back into my head when I came so hard it almost hurt. I definitely want to do that again, soon!

  “Gia,” Ethan interrupted my erotic daydream, “I really should go to the meeting this morning since I missed yesterday’s, but you’re more than welcome to hang out here if you want.”

  “Actually, I’d like to spend some time with the girls, so I’ll just have you take me back to the campground.”

  “Then we’re gonna spend the day together, right?” He sounded hopeful.

  “It’s a date,” I said, smiling, thinking that would really piss Shelley off.

  “It’s a date!” he said with a wink. He has no idea how damn cute he is.

  “Can I wear your shirt back? I’ll give it back before we leave.” The thought of going home made me sad. I hadn’t considered having to say good-bye to Ethan yet.

  “You can keep it. Like I said, it looks so much better on you.” He looked kind of sad at the thought of me leaving, too. But I didn’t want it to ruin our time together so I wasn’t going to dwell on it now.

  “Thank you. Do you want to keep my panties or something as a trade?” I said with a naughty grin.

  “Hell yes!” He grabbed me, pretending like he was going to rip them off me.

  We wrestled around playfully, laughing like kids. Then it turned into kissing and I knew if we didn’t get out of there soon, we were going to end up back in bed. Or maybe right here on the kitchen table!

  “We better get going,” I said, giving him sad puppy dog eyes.

  “I know. I feel the same way.”

  I went and rounded up my clothes, put my skirt on, and hid my panties under his pillow. I carried my boots because I was feeling more like a kid than a sexy vixen right now. We got in the truck and he took me back to the motorhome.

  “See ya soon,” I said and gave him a big wet kiss.

  “I can’t wait.” He wiped his mouth and laughed.

  I ran up to the motorhome, bare feet, short skirt, no panties, and Ethan’s shirt. Life was good!

  Chapter 6

  When I went into the motorhome I didn’t see anyone right away, but then Vince walked out of the back room that Jo and Brittany shared.

  “Oh, hey,” I said, looking around for Jo.

  “Hellooo, Gia,” he said in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. “Don’t you look all hot and bothered this morning?” He was looking me up and down like a dog in heat.

  “Where’s Jo?” I asked, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

  “She’s sleeping. Why? Are you scared to be alone with me?” He laughed.

  “No, should I be?” My heart was beating fast. In my head I was going through all the things I’d heard about self-defense and protecting yourself from someone much bigger than you.

  He laughed again. “No, I’m very gentle, like a gentle giant.” He stepped forward so he was as close as he could be without actually touching me.

  “I think you should go now,” I said. As I turned to open the door, he grabbed my arm.

  “I know you spent the night with Ethan last night, but that’s okay. He and I have shared women before. I certainly don’t mind his sloppy seconds.” Then he grabbed my ass! “No panties? Fuck, that’s hot!”

  “If you touch me again, you’ll be sorry!” I said. Now I was pissed. Who the hell did he think he was?

  He could tell I wasn’t into his freaky shit so he stopped smiling. “Gia, I’m sorry. I was getting a vibe from you last night when Ethan introduced us. Most of the women who come up here for the weekend that act and dress like you do are usually up for a good time. No harm done, but you shouldn’t put out those kinds of signals if you don’t want to play.” He was stern, like he was scolding me. He started putting his shoes on.

  “I—I’m sorry,” I said. What? It just came out. Vince made me feel guilty like I did something to provoke this. Did I? I tried to think back to when I met him.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything to Ethan.” He left.

  What the fuck just happened?!

  I remembered Vince giving me a weird feeling when I met him. Did I flirt with him or look at him suggestively while I was dancing or something? No, I was completely into Ethan all night, so Vince had to have mistakenly assumed something. What did he mean by ‘He and I have shared women before’? Do they hook up with different women every week-end and pass them around like candy?

  All of a sudden I felt betrayed. Was I just another notch on Ethan’s bedpost? Did he seduce women like me all the time, making them think they were really special? No, he told me about the first time he saw me and I remembered that day. He told me about some of the other times he’d seen me, they were real. He gave me what I wanted this weekend—he gained my trust and I gave him a part of me which was very personal and private.

  I sat down and tried to remember everything. I tried to make sense of it all. I decided I needed to tell Ethan. He needed to know what Vince said and did to me. It didn’t matter what Ethan’s intentions with me were. He should know how his employees treat people.

  “Hey, Gia! How was your night?” Jo came out of the back room. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. How was your night?” I didn’t know if I should tell her the guy she’d just spent the night with was a fucking asshole.

  “It was fantastic!” She plopped down next to me. “Vince was a lot of fun, and Gia, he gave me an orgasm! That doesn’t happen very often. I feel like a new woman!” She was really thrilled. There was no way I was going to take that away from her. There was no point in telling her, unless…

  “Are you going to see him again?” I asked, praying she would say no.

  “I doubt it,” she shrugged. “It was just a fun night with an orgasmic ending. I don’t have the time for a long distance relationship, plus Vince isn’t really the kind of guy I’d pick for a serious boyfriend.”

  Thank goodness!

  “Gia, I hate to brag, but I think I rocked his world with some of my moves last night, too.” She was smiling. Yeah, I definitely won’t be telling her about my run in with Vince. I had to let her have her happy ending.

  “I’ll bet you did,” I told her. “He was going out when I came in and he looked pretty happy.” It was a lie, but he did laugh a few times.

  We heard voices outside, the door swung open and Brittany stumbled in. She was laughing and practically fell down on the couch between Jo and me.

  “You’re still drunk!” Jo said, laughing.

  “Yeah, I’m drunk. Marcus and I have been up all night. He’s a riot!” Brittany said. “I’m gonna have to pass on the concerts today. I need to sleep. Have fun!” And with that she made her way back to her and Jo’s room.

  “So, tell me about Ethan!” Jo said excitedly.

  “He’s really something,” I told her. “I got exactly what I wanted this weekend and more.” I smiled as I thought of our sexual encounters.

  “Wow! From the look on your face I’m not the only one who had the big O. That’s awesome, Gia! I know how much you needed to live a little.” She gave me a hug. She knew more than anyone what I’d gone through with Lex. Since she lived next door, she was around every day. I told Dana everything, but Jo actually witnessed a lot of it and she could almost feel my pain because she was so close.

  “Is Ethan meeting us today?” she asked.

  “Yes. He had a meeting this morning. Hey, Trey was going to that meeting, too. Any word from Dana?”

  We both grabbed our phones. Neither of us had any messages, so I texted her.

  R u still alive?

  Jo got up and put some coffee on. Good, Ethan may be a master at a lot of things, but making coffee isn’t one of them. I smiled just thinking about him. But then Vince’s stupid comments clouded me. I didn’t know what to believe. My phone beeped.

  And kickin’! Dana texted back.

  My phone rang, it was Dana. “Alive and kickin’, that’s pretty good,” I said.

  “I know, right?” she said and she sounded quite pleased. “Trey went to a meeting. I wanted to stay in bed so he said he’d be back in an hour. I think I’ll just shower here and meet you at the concert. How’d your night go?”

  “It was really great. We’ll have a lot to talk about later. Text me when you head over and we’ll meet you.”

  “Okay. Is Ethan coming?” She sounded hopeful.

  “Yes, and Jo, but Brittany just came in. She and Marcus stayed up partying all night so she said she was skipping the concerts and went to bed.”

  She started laughing. “That doesn’t surprise me. Good for her! She found someone who could keep up with her for one night! I’ll talk to you soon, sweetie!” We hung up.

  I told Jo the plan and she asked if I wanted Bailey’s in my coffee.

  “Sure, why not?” I said. “I think I’ll sit outside and drink it while you shower, but I’m gonna walk over to the c-store and get some cigarettes first.”

  “Okay, see ya in a bit.” She took her coffee into the bathroom.

  I put some shorts on and headed to the c-store. It was only a half a block from our spot, which was handy. When I got there I decided I’d buy a tank top to wear today. Ethan would like it. It said “I” and then it had one of those little red hearts, “to Rock at The Lock.” Now that I knew the owner, it seemed only natural for me to buy one.

  While I was on my way to the cashier, I noticed an article on the wall with Ethan’s picture on it. I walked over to it.

  “Ethan Lockwood, owner and operator of Wood Campground and The Lock proves that hard work and determination pays off as he reveals his summer line-up. Concerts include some of the most popular must-see bands and sell-out crowds are expected.” I kept reading, it told how Ethan’s grandpa started Wood Campground and this little c-store thirty-some years ago and how Ethan bought it back and turned it into what it was today. It also talked about the hard times and how no one thought it would ever make money, but Ethan was expected to make a hefty profit this year. Good for him. I felt really proud of him. Then I read something that Ethan said in an interview, “I owe a lot of gratitude to my entertainment manager, Vince Delgotti. Without him we wouldn’t have been able to book some of these big names. He knows the in’s and out’s of that aspect of the business better than anyone I know.”

  I slowly walked up to the cashier and paid for my tank top, Marlboros, and gum, then headed back to the motorhome in a daze.

  I went in and put an extra shot in my coffee and then found a place in the sun to sit and think. I lit a cigarette and leaned my head back to feel the heat on my face. I thought about the facts and came to a couple of obvious conclusions.

  First, I came up here on a mission. I had a total blast, the best sex I’d ever had, and learned some things about myself. Mission accomplished plus some.

  Second, I met a great guy. He gave me what I wanted and I gave him what he wanted and it was perfect. Bonus.

  This, all around me, was Ethan’s life. He lived it every day and had for almost twenty years. Who was I to come up here and take all that he had so willingly given to me and then disrupt his flow by telling him that his friend made a pass at me? Really, that would be ridiculous!

  I felt better. I was going to head in and shower, forget about Vince, and enjoy the rest of the weekend with my friends, old and new.

  As I was about to go in the camper, Ethan pulled up. “Hi, beautiful.”

  I walked over to the truck. “Hi, yourself.”

  “I just finished at the meeting and went to call you to make a plan and realized that we still hadn’t exchanged numbers.” He held up his phone.

  I took it from him and handed him mine. I put my number in under “Hotness” just because I liked it when he’d called me that a few times.

  “I haven’t showered yet, either, so maybe like an hour or so?” I asked him.

  “I have to wait a whole hour to see you again?” He was smiling.

  I didn’t want to wait an hour to see him, either. “Yes, or maybe forty-five minutes.” I smiled back.

  “I’ll be back to get you. Have you eaten?” He asked.

  I shook my head no and held up my coffee cup.

  “I’d like to have lunch with you when I come get you. Do you mind if we miss the first half hour or so of the opening concert?” He was so considerate. There was no way that he knew what Vince was really like.

  “I love how you always think of my needs and consider my feelings, thank you. And yes, that would be really nice.” I had to say it. I knew I’d regret not telling him how great he was when I was all alone back in the city.

  “I love how you notice when I do those things. You’re welcome, Gia. You need to get used to someone treating you the way you deserve to be treated and then expect it, don’t settle for anything less. I’ll see you in…” he looked at his watch, “forty-two minutes.” He winked at me and drove off.

  I better hurry. I had a date with an amazing guy and nothing was going to take away from what could be the last hours I had with him. I needed to make the most of it and I knew that it could be really, really fantastic.