Nancy's POV

His breathing remained perfectly even. He’s definitely still asleep, right? That was the tipping point. Emboldened, I began rolling my hips in a slow, hypnotic circle, grinding my swollen clit directly against the broad head of his cock where it strained the hardest against his fly.

Oh, fuck. I was spiraling completely out of control.

The pressure was absolute perfection. I dragged myself over him again and again, winding that hot, tight coil of need dangerously tight deep in my belly. More slick wept out of me, dripping down my inner thigh and thoroughly soaking the denim between us. I could feel my swollen lips naturally parting around his thick shape, clinging to him, instinctively trying to swallow him whole even with the barrier of his clothes in the way.

My breathing splintered into shaky, erratic little puffs of air that I fought to suppress. My free hand white-knuckled the blanket until my joints ached. God, I wanted to reach back, shove those shorts down his thighs, and wrap my fingers around his bare, steely thickness. But I didn't dare push my luck.

Instead, I just kept grinding. I let the blunt head of his cock ruthlessly rub my clit again and again while my empty, needy pussy clenched around nothing, dripping a fresh wave of wetness with every roll of my hips.

And then, Mom's phone exploded with a shrill, piercing ring.

I froze like a deer in headlights, a cold sweat breaking over my skin in a split second. My heart slammed against my ribs so violently I was sure the sound would wake the entire campsite.

Shit! Shit! That was so close. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my spine to go completely limp, playing dead even though my pussy was still throbbing, drenched, and mashed flush against his rock-hard length.

Please don't wake up. Please, I prayed into the dark.

Mom let out a groggy, annoyed grumble, shifting heavily in her sleeping bag. The phone's screen illuminated the tent in a harsh, cold blue glare. For a terrifying second, I felt the weight of her gaze land on us—like she was actually studying how tightly Jacob had me caged against his chest, my ass practically glued to his groin.

But she didn't say a word. She just sighed, aggressively tapped the screen to kill the alarm, and a second later, a soft, soothing ambient track started playing—one of those gentle rain-and-piano playlists she used for her insomnia.

"Stupid damn alerts," she muttered under her breath, rolling over. Within thirty seconds, her rhythmic snoring resumed as if nothing had happened.

I didn't dare twitch a muscle after that.

My entire body was a raging wildfire, every single nerve ending screaming in protest. My clit was so hopelessly engorged it bordered on painful, throbbing a steady, relentless beat with zero relief in sight. The slickness between my thighs began to cool, but the desperate need was a thousand times worse than before. That coiled tension was wound to the snapping point with nowhere to release it.

I could still feel Jacob's massive erection wedged firmly between my ass cheeks, still impossibly hard and scorching hot, but I didn't dare grind against him again. I couldn't even shift my weight. I just lay there, flushed, restless, and breathing in shallow, jagged gasps through my nose. I was dying inside over how painfully close I'd been to the edge, only to have it violently ripped away.

The minutes stretched into an eternity. My mind spun dizzily with a toxic cocktail of shame, bitter frustration, and a raw, dirty lust that flat-out refused to die.

Then, without a single warning sign, a large, calloused hand slid up from behind and clamped firmly over my mouth.

He pressed down just hard enough to trap any sound in my throat. My eyes flew wide open in the pitch black. Pure, unadulterated panic exploded in my chest.

Jacob's breath was scalding hot against the shell of my ear when he finally spoke. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp—and he was completely, devastatingly awake.

"I've been awake the entire time, Nancy. Can you explain what that was?"