Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I cringed internally. “Those are all photos from events I’ve gone to. Half of those women I had no involvement with at all. There are just lots of photographers at those kinds of parties.” I glanced over at him. “I didn’t know you looked at that kind of stuff.”
“I told you I’ve Googled you a few times over the years,” Sam said.
I couldn’t decide if I loved or hated the idea of Sam Googling me. On the one hand, it made me feel special, but I also had no clue which photos and interviews Sam had seen.
“Why would you Google me, huh?”
“Because I got curious,” he said. “It always seemed like you were basically Batman. I mean, the rich, human version. Not the superhero.”
“Bruce Wayne,” I said.
“Right. That,” he said, pointing at me. “I’m not very good with superhero knowledge.”
He stood up, stretching his arms up above his head as he looked into the night sky. “Well, whenever you do get married, I’ll be offended if I’m not the best man,” he said. “I’m going to grab a beer from the cooler. You want anything?”
Did I want anything.
I wanted so much, even though right now it felt like I may never get it again.
“I’ll take a beer,” I said.
I watched his ass as he walked off toward the cooler, which was stationed at the far end of Dad and Cathy’s RV. A pit of impulsive desire grew deeper and deeper in me with every passing moment, and when he rounded the corner of the RV I felt like I was going to burst. I got up, following after him.
“Come here,” I said, quickly rounding the corner to the other side of the RV.
“What?” Sam asked, confused.
“Sam,” I said, nodding behind the RV.
He finally appeared. I pulled him up close to me before pressing him up against the side of the vehicle, pinning my hands on either side of him.
I leaned in to crush my mouth to his, my hands slipping a little on the cold metal side of the RV. I moaned softly at the first touch of his lips I’d felt in days. My cock was hard and insistent immediately as I felt his touch, and I grinded up against his leg, desperate for contact.
Heat filled my whole body. I didn’t want to stop for anything.
“You are fucking horny tonight,” Sam said against my lips, reaching down to glide his palm over the obvious erection under my pants.
“Very,” I said, catching his lips in another slow kiss, sucking his lower lip.
“We can’t do this here,” Sam said, bringing his hands up to my chest and gently pushing me back. “I’m sure one of them saw us come behind here.”
I felt crazy. My head was spinning a little even though I’d barely had any alcohol tonight. I wasn’t even tipsy, let alone drunk. But being close to Sam intoxicated me. His clean scent. His warmth. The way he let his mouth open to mine, every single time we kissed. Each time, I thought he would hesitate and tell me all of this nonsense had to stop, but instead, he was right there, kissing me back.
But he was also right. Just on the other side of the RV, the campfire was still going and anybody in the family who decided to go to the cooler would easily see us just by poking their head around the corner.
My mind was wild. I had to do something, and I couldn’t keep sitting around the fire lusting after Sam.
I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said. “You did a lot of theater in high school. Let me see your best work.”
His eyes lit up, but he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What?”
“Hope you’re good at improvising.”
I went back out to the main area by the fire pit, scrubbing my palms over my face. “My stomach doesn’t feel so great. I think I’m going to head to bed early.”
“Really?” Dad asked. “You don’t say. You didn’t have any dinner with us and then you ate peanut butter s’mores. I told you you should have had a little something, at least—”
“Dad, I’ll be fine,” I said.
He threw his arms up. “All right, all right,” he said. “Well, we’re up and off to Vegas tomorrow morning.”
“Goodnight, guys,” I said, heading off to my RV. As I walked over, I heard Sam start in on his best excuse behind me. He spoke in a low voice, as if he was trying to keep it secret from me.
“I’m not convinced,” he told the family. “I think Fox is just going in there to watch TV and ditch us. I’m going to head in there and bust him.”
I chuckled to myself as I reached my RV. It wasn’t the most elegant of excuses, and he was throwing me under the bus, but it was clear that the family believed it, at least. I waited inside the RV, rolling down the nightshades on every single window.