Page 86 of Goode Vibrations

“Twoweeks?”

I peered around his body—it was tiny. A kitchenette in the back right corner, a fireplace dominating the left wall, a bed on the right wall, a door that led to a bathroom in the back wall opposite the kitchenette. That was it.

But, it had plumbing, electricity, and, most importantly, a bed. But the way I felt in the moment, a bed was only a bonus. I just needed Errol.

When I’d finished taking in the cabin, I smiled up at him. “It’s perfect. Thank you for setting this up.”

He smiled. “We’ve got it for two weeks. We’ve got everything we need, and Brock will come back to get us in two weeks from today. Till then? It’s just us.”

“Two weeks alone with you?” I rested my hands on his chest. “I can’t think of anything more perfect.”

He gave a thoughtful frown. “I can.”

“Oh? What would that be?” I glanced at the kitchen. “Food, I see a bottle of wine…did you bring condoms?”

“Only about a year’s supply.”

“Then what else could we need?”

He grinned at me. “You, naked, on that bed.”

I bit my lip, tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Weird thing is, I seem to have forgotten how to undress. You’ll have to do it for me.”

His answering smile waseverything.

14

Errol

It was silly to be nervous, considering we’d already been naked together, had sex. But this was different.

This wouldn’t be a hookup.

This time, I wouldn’t be watching for the opportunity to bug out. There’d be no dodging the deep stuff.

So, I was nervous.

Horny as a motherfucker, but nervous, too.

I wanted it to be everything it was supposed to be. I wanted this to feel likeus, like the beginning of something.

I had her all to myself, and we were alone, and this was it—she was ready. So ready.

Throwing herself at me.

And I wasn’t sure where to start. How to make it different from what it had been before.

She saw. Sighed. Took my hand, laced her fingers into mine, and led me to the bed. “Talk to me. I thought you’d be as raring to go as I am.”

“I am.”

“Then why am I not naked?”

“We took this time away from sex to establish a real relationship.”

“Yes, and I think we have, don’t you?”

“I do—we have.” I sought the right words. “I guess I’m just feeling like…like isn’t it supposed to be…different? Not just jumping right back into sex. But…something more?”