Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I stare at the other man. Is this some kind of fucking joke? It’s not that I want to share a mattress with him. Of course not. But never in a million years did I think that we’d be sleeping with our respective daughters. After all, isn’t there some law against this? There must be.
But Piper merely pulls my elbow to the other side of the room.
“No, it’s fine,” she says quickly. “Again, this is only temporary. Nancy over at reception said that there will likely be an opening soon, and we’re the first on her list to be called.”
At that, is it my imagination, or do George and Romy share a indecipherable look? If I had to guess, it’s almost as if they don’t want to be separated. But how can that be true? We could all do with more space, not to mention the fact that it’s practically illegal to share a bed with your step-anything.
But George merely shrugs.
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he says in an easy growl. “Meanwhile, let’s unpack and get some food. I’m starved!” he says, smiling at Romy before leaning forward to pinch the pretty blonde’s bottom. She squeals and jumps away, but then slaps him playfully on a bicep.
“Oh you,” she murmurs. “Starting up already! You’re such a troublemaker.”
I’m stunned by that interaction because that was definitely not the vibe of a stepfather and his stepdaughter. Instead, it was very much the playful flirtation of a couple, and yet how can that be? Romy and George are related, albeit not biologically, so what the fuck is going on?
I turn to my ward to see if she noticed too, but Piper’s already unzipping her duffel and pulling items out in order to stow them away in a lone closet at the back of the cabin. Her brown curls fall forward, covering her features, so that I can’t see what she’s thinking. But that curvaceous figure is trembling a bit, and suddenly, I have a feeling that Piper knows something that I don’t … and that we’re in for a wild ride.
3
Piper
Dinner at the mess hall was pretty good, actually. I didn’t have high hopes for the food, but it turns out the Camp Cheer staff is pretty good at cooking in bulk, and so we had steak (yum!) as well as mashed potatoes, green beans, and my favorite for dessert: cheesecake. Give me a cheesecake any day, and my mood is sure to improve.
Although I wouldn’t say I’m in a bad mood, exactly. I’m more surprised, is what it is. After all, I know Romy well and my friend isn’t one to be a shy pansy. Yet, the brazen way in which she and her stepdad have decided to share a bed is out of this world. When they made the announcement and then suggested that Stan and I share a mattress as well, I thought my guardian’s eyes were going to pop out of his head. I saw his jaw line tense, and that big body harden a bit.
But I couldn’t even make eye contact with Stan because the truth is that I’m a little excited to share a bed with him. Of course, we won’t touch or anything, but still, it’s tantalizing to think that for eight hours every night, I’ll be lying right next to the gorgeous man. His broad shoulders will be a hair’s-breadth away, not to mention those powerful thighs and the giant anaconda in his boxers.
The thought makes me giggle because I wonder if he’ll sleep in the nude? Of course not. It would be insane, seeing that I’m in the cabin, not to mention George and Romy too. Still, I wonder if Stan will get hot at night and shuck his boxers off, only to put them back on first thing in the morning before anyone else is awake. I wouldn’t mind one bit. Just saying, even if it’s naughty behavior.
But now, all four of us are getting ready for bed. We just got back from the mess hall, and I got changed in the bathroom. Being a little shy (especially in front of Romy’s stepdad), I’m wearing a pretty pink camisole and tank set, but I’ve decided to add the matching cardigan for now at least. It’s too much to parade around in scraps of nothing in front of grown men, and I’d feel weird doing it.
When I step outside shyly, George and Stan are already dressed in boxers and tees, and my god, but the men look delicious. They’re both enormous, bronzed, and not the least bit sleepy from what I can tell. George’s blue eyes gleam at Romy as she goes to use the bathroom, and my friend just giggles while shooting him a wink over her shoulder. Meanwhile, Stan’s got a frown on his face, but he gets into our bed and grabs a book while we wait for lights out.