Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Not this time. Trinsky was ruining this with his snoring. That had to be it.
I furrowed my brow, glaring at the insufferable lump in the shadows. He was so…obnoxious. Fuck those muscles and that pouty lower lip. Fuck his strong chin and that ridiculous dimple. Fuck his meaty forearms, his toned abs, and those chiseled V-lines pointing toward his cock like a neon sign. Just fuck him, fuck him, fuck him…
Oh, shit. I was coming…
And coming…
And coming.
Pleasure tingled along my spine, and white light clouded my vision as I shot ribbons of cum on my tee. I gasped with the force of my orgasm, trembling and doing my best not to make a sound.
Holy fuck.
I blinked wildly, licking my lips as I floated unsteadily back to Earth.
Trinsky’s rhythmic snoring cleared the remaining cobwebs. I glanced at his sleeping form, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Too many things to count at the moment, starting with my cum-stained tee.
I yanked it over my head and cleaned up as quietly as possible. I braced myself for a long restless night but immediately fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
8
JAKE
“Yo, Sleeping Beauty, rise and shine. We got a problem.”
I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. “What time is it?”
Trinsky crouched on his side of the tent, his back to me. His broad shoulders threatened the integrity of his light-blue T-shirt as he expertly rolled his sleeping bag. My gaze slipped to his snug khaki shorts and—
Oh, no. No, no, no. I had to pull it together. What happened last night could not happen again…ever.
“Nine o’clock.”
“Nine o’clock!” I wiggled out of my sleeping bag in a rush, dragging a hand through my hair. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I tried to, but you were dead to the world. And now we got an issue,” he grunted, turning to fling the pillow he’d absconded with in my direction.
“What is it?”
“Well, we—” Trinsky narrowed his eyes and pointed at me. “Where’s your shirt?”
My face flushed with insta-mortification as I glanced at my chest. “Huh? I, um…got too warm in the middle of the night.”
He scoffed. “You jerked one out.”
“I did not.” I lied through my teeth.
“Ri-ght,” Trinsky drawled in a teasing tone that made me want to deck him. “Whatever you say. But if you—”
“Just shut up and tell me what’s going on.” I riffled through my backpack for a change of clothes.
“David and his son got sick. Vinnie had them picked up along with their gear twenty minutes ago.”
I froze. “Twenty minutes ago?”
“Yeah, the kid was eating breakfast, went green, and yakked up his bacon and eggs in a bush.”
“Gross.”
“You’re lucky you missed it. His dad made an appearance a minute later, looking like Casper the ghost. That whole family has the stomach flu. If they got me sick, I’m gonna be pissed,” he groused without heat. “I waited for their ride with Denny’s group, but the others started hiking already. We have three hours to get to the next stop. Move your ass, so we don’t fall too far behind.”
I shot to my feet and stabbed his chest with my forefinger. “You should have woken me up sooner.”
Trinsky glowered. “Well, I didn’t know you were such a heavy sleeper. And what the fuck ever. I handled it. You’re welcome. Now it’s you, me, and the video dude until we catch up with the others to reconfigure the teams, so let’s do this.”
One Mississippi, two Mississippi…
I got dressed in record time and brushed my teeth with bottled water. I needed a shower, stat, but the best I could hope for was a swim in the lake somewhere along the hike. I put on extra deodorant, grabbed my gear, and met Denny and Trinsky near the trailhead.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” I aimed my apology at Denny and Ray, neither of whom seemed bothered by the delay.
Denny shrugged and handed me a small carafe of coffee and a banana. “No worries. Since you’ve lost most of your group, you guys might as well join us. The kids are ready to get moving. Can you drink that while you go?”
“Sure, but what about our tents? Are we supposed to disassemble them or—”
“No, Vinnie’s got someone coming to take them all down and put them up at the next location,” Trinsky said, rubbing his palms and motioning for us to follow him. “So let’s quit dawdling like a bunch of old farts and get the show on the road.”
One Mississippi, two Mississippi…
Denny snickered. “You should see your face. C’mon, he’s not that bad.”
“He is that bad,” I retorted.
“Hmm. I’d be more concerned about the videographer. He’s not much of an outdoorsman.” We watched Ray hobble after Trinsky, wincing in unison when he tripped over his shoelaces.
“At least he’s wearing sneakers today.”
“True.” Denny adjusted his ball cap thoughtfully. “Well, one day and one night to go. You can do this, Milligan.”