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nest. ‘You had coconuts in Colorado?’ he asks and Shan rolls his eyes.
‘You can use a bunch of stuff for tinder,’ Alyssa replies without looking up. For a moment we all just watch her scraping, scraping, scraping and building a silver pile and I try to bring back a memory of my father doing the same, over five years ago.
I know he must have done this, back somewhere in Virginia. We camped for a month straight when we tackled some of the Appalachian Trail, fighting off the yellow jackets and chiggers, trying to live off Snickers bars and Ramen but burning up to six thousand calories a day as we hiked with all our gear. I left the entire food sack once to outwit a black bear coming at our asses. That’s how I know bears like freeze dried noodles… some of them.
A flurry in the corner of my eye pulls my attention away from Alyssa’s hands. Stephanie’s grabbed the insect repellent and she’s spraying herself everywhere. Mike’s on his feet, grabbing her arm. ‘Are you crazy, child, do that over by the water!’
‘Yes, dad ,’ she mocks.
‘Well, do you want to burn the whole camp down?’
‘There’s no fire!’ Stephanie reminds him, just as a huge spark flies off the block Alyssa’s holding and sets the magnesium powder in the coconut nest alight. Alyssa falls back against me. I spring up and my hands grip her forearms from behind.
‘Woman make fire!’ Shan yells out, jumping up, batting his fists to his chest like a caveman and everyone claps and whoops noisily. I have to hand it to her – I’m impressed. And my hands are still on her arms.
I release her and she kneels forward again, places the blazing nest carefully under the A-frame. The twigs start to catch. I shuffle in to blow on them, just as she does the same. For a second stray strands of her hair brush my face before we both retract sharply.
‘Nice work, B-list,’ Jaxx grins, settling down on the sand. He’s tied his bandana around his head now, too. His bare chest is streaked with dirt and scratched already from our building efforts.
‘B-list?’ Alyssa cocks an eyebrow at him, swipes a hand across her forehead. Firelight is dancing in her eyes.
‘Well, you’re not A-list, but you’re not Z-list, are you?’ he answers, scratching at a sand fly bite. ‘Oh, I don’t mean to be offensive, I’ve just seen you on the TV with that Peter Pan singer and all? I’m guessing you’re somewhere in the middle. Maybe you’re more of an M-list.’
‘Look who learned his alphabet,’ Shan says, folding his arms. ‘Did you bring Elmo with you, Abercrombie?’
Alyssa stands up again to bring the cooking pot over to the fire. I half expect her to slap Jaxx across the face on the way past but she doesn’t even look pissed. ‘Who says I’m not starting my own list?’ she says.
She stirs the pot as Mia sits down in our circle, but on the way back, she starts shuffling out of her pants on the spot.
Shan claps his hands. ‘Is it orgy time already?’
‘Sorry, but I’m dying in here,’ she says. ‘I need to do something with these.’
‘Want me to help?’ He gets to his feet. ‘Would’ve been easier with my scissors…’
‘Yeah, anything, seriously.’ She’s out of the pants now, standing in some purple lace panties with the shirt still tied around her waist. I try not to stare because I know the jock is, but I can’t help running my eyes up her long, lean legs in the firelight, right up to where the creases of her ass cheeks meet the tops of her thighs. Damn.
‘We can make some cute shorts with these, island style,’ Shan says, studying them thoughtfully like a tailor. ‘Shame though, Calvin Klein – what are these worth exactly?’
‘Doesn’t matter. TJ Maxx sale.’
‘Ok… well, shorter the better then, with that ass,’ he says, reaching out and pretending to slap it as she jumps away laughing. I have to agree.
11
Alyssa
Hot hands on my skin, grappling for my bikini bottoms, pulling them
‘You can use a bunch of stuff for tinder,’ Alyssa replies without looking up. For a moment we all just watch her scraping, scraping, scraping and building a silver pile and I try to bring back a memory of my father doing the same, over five years ago.
I know he must have done this, back somewhere in Virginia. We camped for a month straight when we tackled some of the Appalachian Trail, fighting off the yellow jackets and chiggers, trying to live off Snickers bars and Ramen but burning up to six thousand calories a day as we hiked with all our gear. I left the entire food sack once to outwit a black bear coming at our asses. That’s how I know bears like freeze dried noodles… some of them.
A flurry in the corner of my eye pulls my attention away from Alyssa’s hands. Stephanie’s grabbed the insect repellent and she’s spraying herself everywhere. Mike’s on his feet, grabbing her arm. ‘Are you crazy, child, do that over by the water!’
‘Yes, dad ,’ she mocks.
‘Well, do you want to burn the whole camp down?’
‘There’s no fire!’ Stephanie reminds him, just as a huge spark flies off the block Alyssa’s holding and sets the magnesium powder in the coconut nest alight. Alyssa falls back against me. I spring up and my hands grip her forearms from behind.
‘Woman make fire!’ Shan yells out, jumping up, batting his fists to his chest like a caveman and everyone claps and whoops noisily. I have to hand it to her – I’m impressed. And my hands are still on her arms.
I release her and she kneels forward again, places the blazing nest carefully under the A-frame. The twigs start to catch. I shuffle in to blow on them, just as she does the same. For a second stray strands of her hair brush my face before we both retract sharply.
‘Nice work, B-list,’ Jaxx grins, settling down on the sand. He’s tied his bandana around his head now, too. His bare chest is streaked with dirt and scratched already from our building efforts.
‘B-list?’ Alyssa cocks an eyebrow at him, swipes a hand across her forehead. Firelight is dancing in her eyes.
‘Well, you’re not A-list, but you’re not Z-list, are you?’ he answers, scratching at a sand fly bite. ‘Oh, I don’t mean to be offensive, I’ve just seen you on the TV with that Peter Pan singer and all? I’m guessing you’re somewhere in the middle. Maybe you’re more of an M-list.’
‘Look who learned his alphabet,’ Shan says, folding his arms. ‘Did you bring Elmo with you, Abercrombie?’
Alyssa stands up again to bring the cooking pot over to the fire. I half expect her to slap Jaxx across the face on the way past but she doesn’t even look pissed. ‘Who says I’m not starting my own list?’ she says.
She stirs the pot as Mia sits down in our circle, but on the way back, she starts shuffling out of her pants on the spot.
Shan claps his hands. ‘Is it orgy time already?’
‘Sorry, but I’m dying in here,’ she says. ‘I need to do something with these.’
‘Want me to help?’ He gets to his feet. ‘Would’ve been easier with my scissors…’
‘Yeah, anything, seriously.’ She’s out of the pants now, standing in some purple lace panties with the shirt still tied around her waist. I try not to stare because I know the jock is, but I can’t help running my eyes up her long, lean legs in the firelight, right up to where the creases of her ass cheeks meet the tops of her thighs. Damn.
‘We can make some cute shorts with these, island style,’ Shan says, studying them thoughtfully like a tailor. ‘Shame though, Calvin Klein – what are these worth exactly?’
‘Doesn’t matter. TJ Maxx sale.’
‘Ok… well, shorter the better then, with that ass,’ he says, reaching out and pretending to slap it as she jumps away laughing. I have to agree.
11
Alyssa
Hot hands on my skin, grappling for my bikini bottoms, pulling them
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