“Past the climbing wall,” she told him. “You’ve seen that. But I didn’t take you all the way to the ropes course when I gave you your previous tour.”

Cisco nodded happily. As far as he was concerned, the farther from the campers they got, the better.

They walked companionably, side by side, until the path grew narrower and he had to relinquish Hilly’s hand so that she could go first.

“Skinny trail,” he groused.

Hilly giggled, perhaps sensing his reluctance to have let her go. “We like to maintain a feeling of wilderness as the kids head toward the ropes. Even though it’s only fifty feet past the climbing wall and thirty or so feet from the lake, it’s camouflaged by the trees, and makes the adventure seem that much more exciting for them.”

Cisco nodded. “What’s beyond the ropes course? Is it your land?” he asked.

With what he hoped would happen, he didn’t want any interruptions from area hikers or neighboring camps.

Hilly swept her arm in front of them. “More paths,” she answered his first question, then his second. “And some of it. I own twenty-seven acres, most of that stretching out in the northerly direction, as well as around the lake.” She stopped and pointed at the area that had just opened up before them into a structured, but still rough-terrained setting. “And here’s our ropes course.”

Cisco gazed around, taking in the sturdy platforms up in the trees, the tall ladders made from logs, the rope bridges strung high across several expanses, and the various height cargo nets to climb. There was a belly-crawl, swaying balance beams, and at the end of the myriad of challenges, a series of swinging tires were set up so they had to be traversed in order to reach the finish line. The whole thing was professional as hell, and looked fairly new.

“How long has this been here?” Cisco asked. “Was it part of your grandmother’s infrastructure?”

Hilly looked at the course proudly. “Nope. She had the climbing wall built a few years before she passed, but this is all my baby. I had the land cleared during my first year here, and in the off season between years one and two, Papa-J and I got it built. It’s become a real favorite; a great team-and-esteem-building exercise where our more confident kids help those who are less comfortable overcome their fears.”

“Nice.” He looked up to one platform that suited his needs. “You want to go topside?” he grinned.

“Sure.”

She didn’t hesitate, but ran lightly toward the ladder and began climbing. Normally, he knew, a participant would already be harnessed in, but Cisco could see Hilly was extremely nimble as she climbed without tethers, and of course he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

When he reached the top behind her, Hilly was already leaning on the railing, looking out toward the lake which was just visible through the trees. “Nel actually likes to come up here,” she enlightened him as he moved in behind her. Not too close, but near enough that she’d get wind of his intent.

Her voice became breathless when she figured out his plan.

“She learned how to climb the ladder by herself within a few months of me getting her.”

“A talented pup,” Cisco agreed, inching closer so that his hands gripped the railing on either side of her body.

She sucked in a gasp. “Wh…what are you doing, Cisco?” she asked.

“Trying for another kiss. If it’s okay with you,” he strangled out. The fresh scent of her, the fall of the luxurious red curls down her back, the fine, rounded ass he’d spied, all had Cisco practically drooling. Which wouldn’t be good for what he had in mind. Nobody wanted a swampy wet kiss from which they had to mop up.

Instead of answering Cisco’s question, Hilly turned in his arms. “I wondered, since you’d kind of been keeping your distance, if you’d changed your mind about going on a date after camp winds down.”

“Not even close,” he said, moving ever closer to her lips. “I’m just being polite and following your lead. You told me you’d be thinking about it,” he reminded her. “But I couldn’t help myself, luring you out here. I find that I’m craving another taste of you.”

“Which is a good thing,” she whispered back, “because I’ve been dreaming about the same thing.”

That’s all the encouragement Cisco needed. He leaned in and placed his now dry mouth on Hilly’s, gently coaxing her open with the tip of his tongue so he could explore.

She unsealed her lips slowly while twining her arms around his back, this time holding on for dear life as he began to move confidently within the confines of her warm, welcoming cavity.

Taking her acquiescence as even further encouragement, Cisco positioned his hard dick smack up against her soft stomach; a place it had been begging to rest. He managed not to grind into her, but when she melted into him—brushing her abdomen back and forth over his now pulsating flesh—he groaned deep in his throat.

“No fair,” he growled quietly, reluctantly putting a scant hair’s breadth between their lips. “You’re getting a really good feel of me, but I can’t tell if you’re primed or not.”

“You mean…am I wet?” she asked shyly, not quite meeting his intense gaze.

“Yeah, Hilly,” he rasped. “Are you wet for me?”

“I am,” she admitted chokingly. “But there’s nothing we can do about it. I wouldn’t be surprised if⁠—”

Cisco’s head came up and he put a finger over Hilly’s mouth. “We have company,” he whispered, moving them both into the shadow of a few, large branches that swooped down across the platform.

Hilly stifled a giggle. “Seriously? I feel like a naughty teenager,” she murmured back.

Cisco chuckled, but… “Shh.”

He wanted to stay quiet so whoever had come this way would pass quickly and he could get back to Hilly’s delicious lips.

He cocked an ear.

“…she’s not exactly a bitch,” a male voice rose enough to be heard from their lofty position.

“But she acts like she’s better than us,” the second voice, also male, responded in a semi-whine. “And every time you try to talk to her, she makes fun of you.”

Cisco could feel Hilly stiffen in his arms. He ran a hand down her back in a slow, comforting gesture as they continued to eavesdrop.

“She’s really cute, though,” the first person—who Cisco could now identify as one of Hilly’s senior counselors, Lance—defended whomever they were discussing.

“Does that make it okay for her to treat you like crap? You know she makes fun of your skin color.”

Cisco silently bristled. Lance was clearly Latino, like him. Cisco held back a hiss.

That second person had to be Carter, a first-year counselor and the young man who’d kind of attached himself to Lance.

“It doesn’t,” Lance responded. “But I’m going to keep trying. I want to invite her to the big bonfire Friday night.”

Carter scoffed. “Good luck with that. She’s messing with you on purpose. It’s kind of ironic, don’t you think?”

“What is?” Lance questioned.

“That we’re at a camp that’s supposed to keep kids safe from bullies, but Bailey’s been bullying you?”

“I don’t know if I’d exactly call it bullying…”

The pair turned around and walked back the way they came, keeping Cisco and Hilly from hearing anything more.

Hilly blinked up at Cisco, and shook her head, scowling.

Cisco backed off, knowing their moment had been broken, and that she had something on her mind.