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’ll be there,” I said. “If I don’t see you in Kansas very soon, I’ll let you post a picture of my ass on Instagram.”
He snorted. “I’d get kicked off Instagram if I did that. But I appreciate your dedication.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’ll be there, Sam.”
“Okay,” he said. “I think I can keep it all in until then. But it’s not going to be easy.”
“I know you’re not good at keeping things you like to yourself.”
“Hell, I wish I could bedazzle a tank top right now that says My Stepbrother is My Boyfriend and it’s Hot as Fuck.”
I grinned. “That one will have to wait for a while, unfortunately,” I said.
I watched as his cheeks got a little red after he said it.
“Shit,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “You never actually said you wanted to be… official, official. Like, my boyfriend.”
I took a few steps over toward him, pressing my skin up against his to whisper in his ear. “Yes, Sam, I want to be your boyfriend.”
I felt his cock perking up between us, and I gave it a little tug before walking off to the bathroom.
“Oh, I like that. You tease,” he said. “You awful, awful tease.”
After we took a quick shower together and got dressed, we headed down to the hotel restaurant together for breakfast. The family was sitting at a big table outside by the window, with Cocoa tied to one of the chairs, lying happily under the table waiting for scraps.
When we walked over, everyone did a double take as they saw me.
“Speak of the devil!” Dad called out as I walked up. He got up and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.
“You were talking about me?”
“Hoping you were going to get the CEO position, and knowing you were a shoo-in,” Dad said. “But you’re here. When the hell did you get here?”
“Last night,” I said. “It was late. Sam let me crash in his room.”
“I can’t believe it,” Cathy said, also coming in to hug me. “Pull up a chair. Come on. We’ve got more food here than we know what to do with. Try these strawberries, hun. You’ll see stars.”
I’d wondered if my presence wouldn’t be welcome with the family after I’d left so abruptly. But as always, everybody was as welcoming and friendly as could be. They treated me like I belonged here, even after everything. As we ate, I told them the condensed version of the job offers I had, and everyone couldn’t believe the way Ben Chamberlight had been acting.
It was the same way I’d been treated by dozens of business execs for the past decade. I’d been treated far worse, in reality.
But seeing my family react so poorly to it made me realize how much I’d been putting up with over the years. They truly cared about my well-being, even when I hadn’t for so long.
I felt like a human again, being here with family. Like New York was some dizzying nightmare.
After we ate and had coffee, the family discussed the routes for the trip back home. Sam kept stealing glances at me, and every time we made eye contact, a little flurry happened deep inside me.
Before we got up, Sam cleared his throat, sitting up a little straighter.
“Well, before we get on the road, I wanted to invite everyone to my room for a little viewing party.”
I lifted an eyebrow, looking at him. “Viewing party?”
“You’ll see,” he told me, a gleam in his eye. “I hope you don’t hate me for this.”
“Well, I’m certainly intrigued,” Dad said, tossing his napkin onto the table before standing up to stretch.
Everybody sauntered back up through the hotel until we all got to Sam’s room. I glanced over the place, realizing that only one of the two beds looked slept-in. The bed by the window was still pristine, the sheets untouched. I hoped nobody else would notice that I’d obviously slept in the same bed as Sam.
Luckily, Sam was drawing enough attention to himself as he fiddled with a bunch of different cords, trying to plug his phone into a little laptop which was then plugged into the TV screen at the front of the room. Logan and Cocoa hopped onto the unused bed, and I swore Logan gave me a knowing glance.
I looked away, staring at the TV as Sam finally connected to it. I sat on one of the chairs nearby.
“Okay,” Sam said, clapping his hands together. “I just wanted to say, before we start our journey back home, that this has been one of the best experiences of my life. I always thought I would hate RVs, road trips, and camping, but I’ve learned to love all of them. I’ve learned to love a lot of things on this trip I thought I would hate.”