Finally, I find my voice. “What the fuck was that?”
“That was me proving we can’t be quiet.”
I raise my face to find her grinning triumphantly.
“You think giving me a hand job in the woods while filling my head with sexy as fuck images is going to stop me?”
She shrugs. “I’m not sure if it will deter you, but it will make you understand we need to get creative.”
Jesus Christ.
She’s pure perfection in every way.
I brush my lips across hers lightly, squeezing her tits once more before pulling away. “Who’d have thought such a sweet mouth could put such wickedly erotic thoughts in my head?”
“I have a lot more tricks up my sleeve.”
I take her hand, wipe it off with the underside of my shirt, and then link her fingers with mine.
“I’m a determined man, Greer, and you’ve just set the bar.”
I tug her along back to the campsite, eager to find a place of seclusion for later tonight. She giggles the whole way.
When we get back, four sets of eyes are focused on us.
“What happened out there?” Jenny asks.
“Nothing, why?” Greer replies innocently.
“We heard Lawson yell.”
“Oh, that. I saw a snake and screamed, jumping on his back. He wasn’t prepared, so he yelled my name and stumbled.”
Not one person believes that, but they have the decency to drop it.
“So, is the cat out of the bag?” Jonas directs his question at me.
“If you mean that I’ve found out my girlfriend is loaded and we’re going to be spending a lot of time here in the summer, then yes, the cat’s out of the bag.”
“Thank God, I was starting to get fidgety about saying something wrong. Greer swore us to secrecy until she could tell you.”
“Well, I know now, and it doesn’t matter to me.”
Jenny and Bessie sigh approvingly, and Greer squeezes my hand.
“I understand one thing, though. I couldn’t figure out why there was a state of the art, modernized bathroom in the middle of nowhere. That bathhouse seemed out of place.”
“Yeah, my dad had it built the first time we mentioned camping out here.” Greer explains.
“Let’s eat. I’m starving.” Jenny changes the subject abruptly. “Your little escapade meant that I drank way too much fireball on an empty stomach.”
Greer lets go of my hand and goes to help with the food.
Jonas and Enrique come to my side, Enrique ha
nding me a cold beer. His eyes roam from my face to my rumpled shirt, then back up.
“Saw a snake, my ass. More like she was taming a snake,” he mutters under his breath.