Chapters (38)
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- Copyright
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
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She laughs. “You know, I kind of miss the nipple picture.”
“So do I. Also, what the hell happened to the porn videos? Weren’t we supposed to get those every night?”
She pauses to think about it. “Were we?”
“I don’t know. I thought we were.”
“Maybe they didn’t send because we were fighting, and they saw the room all cleared out. I bet you they checked on our room every day to ask the walls if we were doing it. You know how Sanders is. He probably told everyone to hold with the sex until we were actually ready for the sex.”
“So does that mean there could be a video tonight?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Do you want a video?”
“I want to watch one with you,” I say honestly. “I think it would be hot as hell, seeing you get turned on, letting me play with you while you watch.”
“You’d like that?”
“Fuck yes, Pips. I’d love to fuck you with my tongue while you were turned on by someone else getting off. You don’t think that sounds hot?”
“I mean…I never thought of things like that before. My sex life was very bland with Matt. There wasn’t much that we did other than the regular things because he felt comfortable doing that. So watching someone else get off while I was getting off, I don’t know…maybe that does sound thrilling.”
I move my hand under her shirt and say, “Well, if they don’t send us a video, then we can do it when we get back to the city.”
I feel her stiffen. “Back to the city?” she asks.
“Uh, yeah. Do you think this is over when camp is over?”
“I don’t know.” She turns to look at me. “I thought that maybe this was just a here thing.”
I lift my brows. “Do you want it to just be a here thing?” She wets her lips, and I can see she’s about to say “I don’t know,” so I cut her off. “Tell me the truth. Don’t tell me that you don’t know. Don’t beat around the bush because you’re scared of what I might say or do. Tell me what you want.”
She looks down and takes a few seconds but then says, “I don’t want to get hurt. Matt hurt me…badly. And being here with you, that’s helped me so much with dissecting those feelings and finding closure. But I know where you stand when it comes to relationships, so…I don’t want to grow too attached, you know? I think fooling around here, having some fun, I think that’s fine. But I don’t know what that means for after camp.”
I get it.
I really do.