Nancy's POV

I woke up by degrees, blinking into the pitch-black void of the tent. My head was still delightfully fuzzy from the champagne and the long, exhausting day.

When did I even pass out? One second, I’d been tucked against Jacob's side, weaponizing the evening chill as an excuse to press closer, and the next, the world had faded to black.

My body felt heavy and flushed in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with our shared sleeping bags.

Mom's soft snoring drifted from the far side of the tent—steady and deep. She sounded dead to the world. Outside, the campfire had died down to embers, casting only the faintest amber glow against the nylon walls.

Then, the realization of exactly how we were lying hit me like a freight train.

Jacob's heavy arm was banded tightly around my waist from behind, locking me flush against him in a full spoon. His broad chest was molded to my back, rising and falling with his calm, rhythmic breaths. One of his thick thighs had wedged itself between mine, and his hips were flush against my ass.

Sometime during the night, my thin nightgown had ridden all the way up, leaving me completely bare from the waist down. There was absolutely no mistaking what was pressing into the cleft of my ass through his denim shorts.

The solid, searing-hot ridge of his erection nestled directly against my bare skin like it was made to be there.

My heart kicked against my ribs. He has to be asleep, right? His breathing hadn't hitched at all; it was still as slow and steady as before. But that hardness was undeniable—thick, rigid, and pulsing. It was the only thing I could focus on.

A fresh, liquid rush of heat flooded straight between my thighs. My pussy was already swelling, the slick lips puffy and hypersensitive. Just feeling his cock branded against me made my clit throb in perfect time with my racing pulse.

I lay paralyzed for a long minute, listening to Mom's oblivious snores, desperately telling myself I needed to pull away. This was sheer insanity. She was right there, maybe three feet away.

But the primal ache that had been simmering all day hadn't magically vanished. If anything, sleeping tangled up with him had magnified it tenfold. My nipples were tight and aching beneath the sheer cotton, chafing against the sleeping bag with every shallow breath. I wanted to clamp my thighs together so badly to chase the friction, but his thick leg was wedged right there, keeping me helplessly pried open.

I hesitated, biting the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste copper.

And then... I gave in.

Slowly, painstakingly, I leaned back into his hold, letting my body melt completely against his solid frame. His arm tightened a fraction of an inch around my waist, but he remained dead to the world.

That tiny reflex was all the permission my starved body needed.

I started with micro-adjustments, rocking my hips back in the tiniest increments so my ass cheeks deliberately dragged against his thick bulge. The fabric of his shorts was worn enough that I could map out every inch of him—the heavy, blunt length, and the way it gave a violent throb when I bore down harder.

Fuck. He was radiating heat. Angling my pelvis, I shamelessly slid my bare, wet pussy lips along the thick ridge of his erection.

My slickness soaked right through the denim instantly, making the illicit friction smoother and infinitely filthier. Every agonizingly slow drag fired a sharp jolt straight to my clit. I could feel it swelling, practically begging for more, and I had to physically clamp my jaw shut to keep from whimpering.

"God, Jacob," I breathed out, the sound so faint it was barely a ghost of a whisper.