“We should.” Her voice is soft, almost breathless.
I don’t want to say what I’m about to, but I liked what we had before sex and orgasms became part of the equation. It felt like a real relationship. “Before we start making out.”
“I disagree. We should kiss first, then talk.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I missed you this week, and you promised you’d make me feel better when I saw you.”
She clearly remembers our conversation from last night, which is a surprise. “And you think a kiss is going to make you feel better?”
She searches my face. “It doesn’t hurt to try.”
When her tongue peeks out to wet her bottom lip I give in. I brush my lips over hers. Her grip tightens on the back of my neck. Sunny sucks on my bottom lip, then slips her tongue inside my mouth. There’s aggression and something hot and needy simmering below the surface. My rational side takes a back seat to the horny side.
I’d like to get her naked right now, but Bushman’s within earshot. Randy and Lily aren’t all that far away, inside the cottage. And talking still takes precedence over taking our clothes off. I settle for deepening the kiss.
A shriek comes from somewhere in the cottage. Sunny sits up with a start, ending what we just got started. Her bikini top falls, her boobs popping out as the sliding door opens and Randy comes tripping out onto the deck. His hands are over his head likes he’s protecting himself.
Lily skids to a halt behind him. She’s wielding one of those toilet paper holder stands. Three rolls flutter in the breeze, the paper unraveling behind her. She’s wearing a towel with shoulder straps. Her legs are covered in shaving lotion.
“Someone just tried to—”
She stops when she sees me. I’m cupping Sunny’s bare boobs so Randy doesn’t get a look at them.
“This pervert must be one of your friends!” She jabs the toilet paper holder in my direction and then swings it toward Randy.
“I was looking for a bathroom, honey.”
“Don’t honey me, you, you—he tried to . . . he was going to . . .”
His eyebrows lift, along with the corners of his mouth. “What exactly do you think I was trying to do, sweetheart?”
Lily is shaking and brandishing the toilet paper holder like it’s a sword. She seems to be having trouble with words. And her face is bright red. It’s the most flustered I’ve ever seen her. Sunny pulls the cups of her bathing suit up over my hands. I give her boobs one last courtesy squeeze before I let them go.
“I was in the middle of shaving my legs! You burst into the bathroom. I’m naked under this towel!”
“Oh, I’m well aware of what’s going on under that towel.” Randy smirks. “If you’d locked the door maybe I wouldn’t have gotten a front-row seat to the beaver show.”
“You—I—you’re disgusting!” As she spins around, the two sides of the towel fly open, giving everyone another shot of beaver.
“I like the natural look,” Randy says.
She flips the bird over her shoulder as she storms away. “My waxer’s been sick.”
“I’m happy to help out, if you want,” Randy calls after her.
“You’re an asshole.” The screen door slams shut.
“So . . . I guess you met Lily.” Sunny swings her legs over the edge of the hammock and uses my shoulders as a brace to stand. “She’s not usually like that. She and Benji broke up last night. Again. For the fourth time on this trip, so she’s in a bit of a mood.”
“Is that the guy sleeping in the trailer out front?” Randy asks, staring at the screen door. He takes off his hat and spins it on his finger. That’s his contemplation move. It means he’s sizing up the competition and coming up with a plan of attack. I wish him luck. Lily’s vagina probably has teeth—like Jaws.