Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
I try, but the minute Seb steps into my line of sight, my eyes are on his. He looks exhausted, like he and Lemon didn’t get any sleep at all. That thought is what breaks my gaze. I don’t need to be thinking about that.
Yet, I still track his movements. He covers himself with a blanket but squirms like he can’t get comfortable. “What is …” He pulls out shining silver material.
I can’t help looking at what’s in his hand and immediately wish I didn’t. Seb’s holding Lemon’s boy shorts he was wearing earlier.
“Oh, shit.” He’s quick to pull them under his blanket, but then his eyes are on me. And they don’t leave.
He studies me with a heated and assessing gaze. Like he’s waiting for my reaction.
I need it to stop before I say something stupid. “Bored of your stripper yet?”
I guess that’s better than “I’m in love with you, you idiot.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Wondering how long it will be before you ask me to drop him off at the airport.”
“Is that all it is?”
No. I want to drop him off in the middle of nowhere, but murder is bad. “What else would there be?”
He shrugs. “Dunno.”
The door to the house slides open. Oh, good, Lemon is back. At least he’s not alone. Cash and Locke follow him out with their own coffees. Yay, fifth wheel time.
Even though there are more than enough seats out here, Lemon puts their drinks on a table next to Seb and lifts the blanket to sit on his lap.
“Oops.” He lifts the shorts into the air. “How did these get down here?”
I grit my teeth. God, can I go drop myself in the middle of nowhere?
I sip my coffee and try to remain my stoic self.
“So, how were everyone’s ‘naps’?” Lemon asks. “Our ‘nap’ was so good, I can barely walk.”
Seb groans and buries his head on Lemon’s shoulder.
Cash gasps. “We didn’t even think about having sex. We actually napped. And now I’m depressed because that means we’re already that old married couple who would rather sleep than have sex.” He stands. “We have to rectify this immediately.”
“Please don’t,” Seb and I say at the same time and share a smile that quickly fades when I look away as fast as possible.
Cash rolls his eyes. “Not here. Inside.”
Locke doesn’t stir from his spot. “Baby, we have the rest of our lives to have all the sex. I want to drink coffee in front of a fire and relax. You deserve a real vacation.”
Cash practically melts back onto his chair.
“Aww,” Lemon says and turns to Seb. “I can’t wait until we get like that. To be so secure in our relationship that sex isn’t the only thing that matters. Until then, I promise to blow you as often and as many times as my mouth can take it.”
It’s my turn to stand. “And I’m out. I’m gonna take a walk.”
“In the snow?” Cash asks.
“Yep.” I need to get away from here.
I run to my room for warmer clothes and my boots. There’s no direction in mind, though up here, there’s really only one road in and out of this place.
I’m out the door in a hurry because I didn’t realize a mansion in the Montana hills could be so fucking small and claustrophobia inducing.
Instead of heading back toward the front gate, I go the opposite way, wondering where else the road leads. The gate closes us off from the rest of the world, so I assume I’m heading for a dead end.
I don’t care. I just don’t want to be in that house.
More snow must have fallen while we were asleep because the road is covered in a thin layer of frost. The sun is high in the sky now, and even though my nose is freezing, the rest of me warms up fast.
The road slopes down around a bend and away from the mansion, and as I keep going, I get a view of a valley and where the road leads to Lone Mountain. Just the thought of Seb and Lemon back there doing all the things I’ve fantasized about makes my feet move faster.
I don’t know how far I’ve walked until I come across more houses.
These are ten times smaller than the place we’re staying, but I think, technically, I’m still on the same property. Maybe.
That’s when I realize my feet are wet and numb inside my boots, and as I turn and look back from the direction I came, I can no longer see the house. I turn in a circle and wonder where the fuck I am.
There’s only one road, so it’s not like I can get lost. I take out my phone, but there’s no cell reception.
The door to one of the houses opens, and out steps a massive guy in flannel onto the porch.