Camping with Her Stepdad

Chapter Three

When I woke the next time, the sky outside the car was bright and blue, or at least I assumed it was as the windows to the SUV were darkly tinted. I yawned and stretched, but froze when I felt the same hardness against my ass.

Jack grunted. “Jesus, Kath, give me—”

He cut off his own words when he remembered where he was. I tried to turn around to see his face, but it only caused me to bump against his erection. I craned my neck to see his wide eyes.

Jack’s gaze dropped to where our bodies touched, then bounced back up to me. He swallowed.

“Morning,” I said.

Jack licked his lips. His brows pinched together. There was no way he remembered what happened last night. I didn’t really want to discuss it while he was still hard and we were still trapped in a sleeping bag together, so I decided to brazen it out.

“Must’ve been some dream,” I smirked.

“It’s a natural physical—” he broke off into a groan as I rubbed my ass up and down his shaft under the pretense of trying to climb out of the sleeping bag.

I didn’t really want to climb out. Chances were that Mom would find a solution to Henry’s accidents, and we’d all be in the tent that night.

Biting my lip, I looked at Jack. I unzipped the sleeping bag enough that I could really turn and face him. Leaning in, I pecked him on the lips.

“Jessa,” he warned.

“Do you remember your dream last night?”

His brows pinched together again, leaving two little worry lined between them. His cheeks flushed. That was all I needed to know.

I liked my leg over his hip and his erection pressed against my center. Jack groaned, but then tried to pull his hips back.

“You said my name,” I whispered as I leaned in to kiss him again.

“Jessa,” he said again, but with a lot less conviction.

“You said my name as you grabbed my hips and humped my ass.”

His eyes flared.

“I want you too,” I admitted.

Jack grabbed my head and thrust his tongue in my mouth. I groaned and pressed myself against him.

“You’re so sexy, you made me shoot my load in my pants. I haven’t done that, ever. Not even in high school.”

“You’re sexy too, Daddy.”

The heat in his eyes flared so hot it almost scared me.

“Daddy calls the shots,” he said. “And next time, I won’t be shooting my load in my pants, will I, baby?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl. Now, it’s your job to help make sure you and I get the car to ourselves again.”

I licked my lips. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to give it to him. “Yes, Daddy.”

He leaned in to kiss me again when one of the doors wretched open.

“You guys sleep okay in here?” Mom asked.

I have Daddy’s erection a discreet squeeze, then pulled away. He shot me a look that said I’d be paying for that later. I couldn’t wait.

“I spent all night sweating,” he complained.

Mom sighed. “Do you want to drive into the city and find a*****e that sells sleeping bags?”

“You agree to buy Henry some pull-ups along with the sleeping bags and you’ve got a deal.”

“He doesn’t have accidents every night,” Mom grumbled.

“So is that a no on the pull-ups?”

I slipped on my hiking boots and walked away to let them bicker. I took the biodegradable toilet paper and went off to find a place to pee.