I see a table near an open window. On the table is a wine bucket and glasses. It’s then I see the same trim. My gaze meets hers. “Where was this?”
“In Holland.”
“That bed and breakfast?”
She nods. “It’s called Feliena’s Room. Jack liked it because it’s larger than other rooms and has exclusive access to the porch.”
“Apparently,” I say, going quickly through the pictures, checking out the ones with the greenish trim, “it also has exclusive access to cameras. I know this is hard, but look at the angle of all of the pictures.”
This time, Sami is looking from behind me, her hands on my back as she peeks around my shoulder. “You’re right.”
“Do you know the identities of the other women?”
“Some,” she says as she sits on the edge of the bed. “There are dates. I’m not certain if the dates are representative of when the pictures were taken or when he uploaded them.”
Turning away from the screen, I run my fingers through my hair. “I don’t understand why he has them in his email.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve been looking through them for a over an hour. I’m not the only woman in pictures with dates after our engagement. Hell, Ellen and I aren’t even the only two. It seems that after he sold his apartment, he primarily used the bed and breakfast.”
“This can’t be legal.”
Sami sighs as she falls back on the bed, lifts her arms over her head, and stares up at the ceiling. “You’re naked.”
It is the first time since I crawled out from the sheets that I even considered it.
“Do you want to take my picture?”
Faster than fast-pitch softball, Sami grabs a pillow and chucks it at me. “No. Don’t joke.”
I walk toward her, then lean over her and climb onto the bed until I have her straddled. “Listen to me.”
With an over six-foot-tall, two hundred-plus-pound naked man straddling her, Sami puts her hands over her ears and starts singing. “La la...”
“Oh no.” I reach for her hands one at a time until I have both wrists secured over her head, and her wide-open green eyes staring up at me. “You, Samantha Ann, will listen to me.”
“You can’t make me.”
“I am making you. I have you pinned and your wrists captive.” Keeping her hands secure, I do what any naked friend would do. I untie her robe, stare down at her perfect body, and begin tickling her.
Sami tries to resist, but within seconds, the bedroom rings with her laughter as she wiggles and writhes beneath me. “Stop it,” she cries between giggles. “I’m going to pee.”
Letting go of her wrists, I reach for her waist and roll until she’s on top of me. Somewhere during the tickling, giggling, and rolling, Sami’s long hair became loose and is now hanging down around my face, leaving us in our own tunnel.
“Thank you,” she says before leaving a kiss on my lips.
“Honey, I’ll take your laughter over tears any day.”
“I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?” I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“How you can find me angry and sad and make it all go away.”
“I wish I could make it all go away, but I think you found the answer to that asinine invoice tiny-dick sent your parents. How about this weekend we take a trip to Holland?”
She nods as my cock remembers that Sami and I are more than friends.
We’re friends with benefits, and now that we’re awake and unclothed, it’s time for more benefits.