“Oh, right! Just walk around? Like me and my boyfriend… and my other boyfriend? What if somebody sees us!”
“Wait… are we your boyfriends?”
She glares at me evilly, and I am not sure if that is a yes or a no. Note to self: circle back at a later date.
Instead I just shrug innocently and raise my palms. “As far as anybody else is concerned you’re just hanging out with your stepbrothers. Family trip. No big deal.”
r /> Suspicious squint. “Right. Because we are going to be so well behaved in public? You think people won’t know what’s really going on?”
I mark an imaginary X over my chest. “Chels, if we see anybody we know, I promise to hook up with them to throw them off the scent.”
“You swear?” she challenges me.
“Absolutely. For you, I will do this.”
“Fine,” she grumbles.
“Warners are all set!” Chance calls out from across the room. “I’m getting the jet gassed up now.”
Reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear, then chuck her gently on the chin, I look for signs that she is slightly more relaxed. Maybe, but not a lot.
“It’s going to be fine, Chelsea. It’s just a quick getaway. Don’t you want to go out? Like normal people?”
“Jack, we don’t do anything like normal people,” she rolls her eyes.
“Excellent point! So why start now?”
I reach down and slide my hand between her thighs, thumbing her slit open to feel how wet she is already.
“You know, I think you actually like this idea," I whisper, taking her earlobe between my teeth gently. “Or at least part of you does.”
Her breath quickens immediately and she arches into me. God, she is insatiable.
"Have you ever been in a hot air balloon?” I ask her as I slide my thumb along her petals.
“Um? Wh-What?” she stammers, breathless and distracted.
Sadly, I have to pull my fingers away from her juicy slit. If I go any further, we are not leaving this room for an hour.
“Oh, I have lots of surprises for us,” I smile, edging away, wishing I didn’t have to. “Why don’t you go pack? Let us do this for you. Let us treat you to something nice, okay, Chelsea?”
She takes a deep breath, then breaks into a brilliant, grateful smile.
“You promise you’ll bang anybody who recognizes us, no matter how old or unappealing?”
“I already swore a blood oath, babe. Chance will too. Right, Chance?”
Chance looks up from his cell phone, alarmed. “What’s that?”
“He promises too.”
She rolls her eyes, but she is getting excited, I can tell. Finally she sighs. “You know what, Jack, I think I will!”
I am comfortable in the knowledge that Chance makes excellent to-do lists. He is going to have our schedule jam-packed for the rest of the weekend. I would offer to help, but… Well, I don’t have to. It would just seem like I was interfering, anyway. What a lovable nerd.
It’s only three days, but we are packing for five people. It seems to take forever. It reminds me of trying to get everything together for trips when we were kids. How the time just didn’t seem to want to pass. But then, suddenly, we’re all standing in front of the front door waiting for the driver to pull around.
The kids are adorable, dressed in matching outfits, holding matching, tiny suitcases in their chubby little hands. They look like tiny men. Cracks me up every time.