Free Finding Focus by Jiffy Kate

hammock as gracefully as possible, but I don’t succeed. Micah’s strong hands keep my camera and me from hitting the ground below. We both laugh, and my head falls to his shoulder as I grasp his thick biceps for support.
    “You gonna be all right?”
    “Yeah, we’ve really got to stop ending up like this.” I lift my head and swallow hard when his crystal blue eyes are all I see. Those babies should really come with a warning label. I quickly pull back and right myself, smoothing my hand through my hair.
    “Like what?” he asks, the smirk on his lips telling me he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
    “You picking me up, keeping me from falling.”
    “I don’t mind.” His smile is wide, genuine, and his eyes shine brightly.
    I hate to admit I don’t mind it either. For once in my life, I’m kinda glad I have an affinity for falling on my face. With someone like Micah Landry around to pick me up, who can blame me?

Micah
    LYING IN BED, TRYING TO motivate myself into getting up and taking a shower, my thoughts drift to Dani . . . which is becoming more common than not. Watching the way she worked her camera, her enthusiasm shining bright in her eyes when she took a shot she loved . . . it felt like I was getting a glimpse at the real Dani . . . her passionate side. The angles, precision, movements . . . the way her mouth worked into different expressions without her realizing it was happening. Without a doubt, I knew I was attracted to her. But up until that point, I didn’t realize how attracted I was. Her personality, looks, and even her clumsy nature drew me in, but there was something about seeing her in her artistic element that really drove it forward. And the way her face lit up when she saw the hammock . . . it was so child-like and radiant, pure beauty. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
    Her long hair was beautiful in the sun, showing each shade of red, and her skin glowed. She looked angelic lying there, but I have a feeling she’s not as angelic as she looks. Every once in a while, I catch glimpses of fire and mischief in her eyes. She’s something else—independent, driven, ambitious—definitely a woman who knows what she wants.
    And while I really saw her, I couldn’t help but see her. I know I shouldn’t have been looking, but with the way the mounds of her breasts peaked out over the top of her shirt . . . it was hard to look away. I can’t help but wonder how they feel . . . how her nipples would react to my touch. And at that thought, I’m hard.
    Just the motivation I needed to get in the shower.
    I hurry into the bathroom and turn the water on, testing the temperature before hopping in. With thoughts of Dani’s tits still in my mind, I quickly step into the spray and lather up my soap. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to imagine what it would feel like to touch her—my hands running over her curvy hips, down her thighs, grabbing her ass, and making my way back up to pay special attention to her tempting breasts.
    I firmly wrap my hand around my cock and work it up and down, lathering the soap. The more I think of her soft, round tits, the faster my hand pumps. I picture her long red hair splayed out under me and my hands on her creamy skin. When I think of how my name would sound falling from her lips as she unravels, my balls tighten. One last thought of her naked, writhing beneath me, and I’m done for. My release comes in a few short bursts, hitting the back of the shower wall.
    One thing's for sure, if I ever get the chance to fuck Sheridan Reed, I will definitely need to pre-game, or risk the chance of looking like an under-experienced teenager.
    After showering and getting dressed, I head out to my parents’ house to see if my mama left any breakfast out for me. As I walk inside through the back door, Dani’s voice is coming from the formal dining room. I peek around the corner and see her sitting at the table with her phone to her ear.
    “Graham,” she sighs heavily,