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CHAPTER FIVE

KAMRYN

T he guys have been on a long road trip. Arizona has been missing Layton. I think she’s falling for him. I hope she doesn’t get hurt. Layton Lancaster is a well-known playboy. Admittedly, he outwardly appears devoted to her. I hope his feelings are genuine. I’d hate to see her suffer any more heartbreak than she already has.

Fortunately for her, we’re leaving for a road trip, and we happen to be staying at the same hotel as the Cougars. Arizona has been bouncing around all day, excited to see Layton.

Due to an airport delay, we don’t end up arriving at the hotel until the middle of the night.

Arizona is my roommate for this trip. I’m getting into bed when she looks at me from hers and bites her lip. “Will you cover for me?”

“Ooh. Sneaking into your boyfriend’s room for some action? How very high school of you.”

She giggles. “It’s been eleven days and seven hours since he’s been inside me. I need him.”

I lift an eyebrow. “That was freakishly accurate. You do realize you went over a year without sex, and now after eleven days and seven hours you’re gagging for it?”

She gives me a dreamy smile. “Well, I’ve never gotten it as good as he gives it to me.” She sighs. “It’s more than the incredible sex. I…just…need him. I can’t explain the inner peace I have when I’m in his arms. The noises in my head go away.”

I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness. “Fucking hell. You’re dick-whipped. Are you in love with him?” Even when she was engaged to her shitbag ex, she wasn’t like this.

She shrugs. “I’m not sure I know the difference between like and love anymore. What do you think the difference is?”

“You’re asking me? You know I’m not the right person to ask. The only difference I see between liking and loving is spitting and swallowing.”

She lets out a laugh before smiling. “Spitters are quitters.”

I nod enthusiastically. “Damn straight they are. What’s the point in doing all that work just to spit it out?” I wave my hand at her. “Go have fun. I’ll cover for you. Have a few orgasms for me.”

She stands and salutes me. “Will do, sergeant. Thanks.”

After propping a few pillows under her blankets to make sure it looks like she’s sleeping in her bed just in case the coaches check, I attempt to fall asleep in mine.

At some point during the night, I feel a warm body slip into my bed and a hand rubbing my hip. Assuming it’s Arizona messing with me, I wiggle back but feel a large erection on my ass. Huh?

I quickly lift the upper half of my body and snap my head around. “Cheetah? What are you doing here?”

“I just watched Layton and Arizona have sex. I’m so fucking turned on.”

I turn all the way around and shove his chest. His shockingly solid, broad chest. “Go choke the chicken like a normal person.”

“I did. While watching them. I’m still turned on. Those two fuck like rock stars. My dick won’t go down. Want to give him a little attention? ”

“I’m not having sex with you.”

He gives me a playful smile. “I know. Honestly, I was just jealous watching them peacefully sleeping together, so I stole her room key. Can I sleep here? I’ll play with your fun sponge if you want.”

“Cheetah—”

“I’m just kidding. I know you’re not into me. Can’t we cuddle like friends?”

It’s not that I’m not into him. I’m too into him.

I point to the exceedingly large tent in his shorts. “You have a boner. Friends don’t let friends get boners around each other.”

“I will always have a boner around you. You’re legit the hottest woman I’ve ever met. I can’t control it. It’s physics.”

“It’s not physics, dipshit, it’s biology.”

He chuckles. “I love how smart you are. I never get to spend time with smart women.”

“That’s because you bang skanks from bars and clubs who are only interested in your bank account.”

“That’s a valid point.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I do enjoy your brain though. I like how it works.”

That may be the first time in my life a man has complimented me on something other than my looks. I know for a fact that my brain has never been complimented, despite the fact that I’m at least twice as smart as every man I’ve ever met.

The big softie is getting to me. I can’t believe I’m considering letting him stay. I need to fuck with him first though.

“I like how funny you are. If you make me laugh, I’ll let you stay. If I belly laugh, I’ll even let you grab a boob.”

His face lights up. “Hmm. Let me think. If sex with three people is called a threesome, and sex with four people is called a foursome, what’s sex with me?”

“What?”

He holds up his hand. “Handsome.”

I swallow down the laugh bubbling in my throat. “Nope. Didn’t do it.” I point toward the door. “See ya around, kitten. ”

His adorable face falls and he sticks out his pouty lower lip. “One more chance? Please. I want to stay with you.”

He then busts out the dimples. Fucking dimples.

“Fine, but then you leave. Last chance. Don’t bring out the dimples if you fail. That’s not playing fair.”

He silently laughs. “Deal. This one is a guaranteed stomach clencher. A young guy goes to a library and shamelessly walks right up to the librarian and asks, ‘Do you have a book for men with small dicks?’ She begins typing away on her computer before saying, ‘I don’t think it’s in yet.’ He perks up and replies, ‘Yep, that’s the one.’”

I burst out laughing. Damn it. He got me. He smiles in victory before holding out his arms for me.

Plopping down onto the pillow with my back to him, I reach behind me and give his dick a quick tap. “You earned your stay but keep the bishop in the castle.”

He sucks in a breath. “If you touch the bishop again, no castle will keep him contained. But if you’re into medieval play, I’m down with that. I’ll wear one of those armored outfits if it’s your thing.”

“Stop talking. It ruins your appeal.”

I wiggle my ass on his dick. He warns, “Kam—”

I giggle as I snuggle into him. I even grab his hand and place it on my T-shirt-covered boob. “Payment for services rendered. I never go back on my word.”

“Umm. You have great tits.” He squeezes it a few times. “I wasn’t sure they were real, but I feel they are. They defy gravity.”

“I’m twenty-eight, not eighty-eight.”

He thrusts his hard dick onto me again. “You like numbers? I’m eight inches if you want to check. Nine when covered in Kam bam fluids.”

I gulp. Nine inches. That’s tempting, but I know it’s a mistake. Our groups hang out too much. I don’t want issues. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

“Good night, kitten. ”

He kisses my head and squeezes my boob again. “Good night, Kam bam.”

His arms are around me, his hand is on my boob, and his hard dick is pressed to my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever done this with a man where it didn’t lead to sex.

Naturally, I can’t sleep. I eventually whisper, “Kitten? You awake?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me something real about you. Something I can’t find on Google.”

“Have you been googling me?”

“Maybe.”

I feel him smile into my hair. “I’m an endangered species.”

“Nine-inch dicks are rare but not endangered.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t mean that. I’m a blue-eyed Latino.”

“I didn’t realize that was on the endangered list.”

“It is. I’m the only one in my immediate family. Besides one cousin and an aunt, I don’t know any others, and I know a lot of Latinos and have a very big family.”

“I hope the mailman didn’t have blue eyes.”

He snorts in annoyance. “There’s no joke you can tell that I haven’t already heard. My brothers are relentless about it.”

“I would be too if I were them. It’s cool. I love your eyes. Tell me something real though. Something deep.”

He rubs his thumb over my nipple. Suddenly his alleged nine inches are sounding mighty appealing.

In a low, quiet voice, he admits, “I’ve never been in love.”

“A lot of people haven’t.”

“I’m thirty. It’s weird. I feel like something is wrong with me.”

“Have you ever told a woman you loved her?”

“I just said I’ve never been in love.”

“Doesn’t mean you haven’t said it. Men say it to me five minutes after meeting me. Women say it right after I go down on them.”

He lets out a laugh. “You must give good head. ”

“The best.” I flick my tongue a few times on his forearm.

He sighs. “How did you know you liked both men and women?”

“I don’t know. I was always attracted to both. It’s not like I woke up one day and decided to be something mainstream society doesn’t understand. I just am. Honestly, I think all people are bisexual.”

“I’m not. I don’t like men.”

“Your hand is bisexual. It likes pussy and dick.”

“Huh?”

“Where was the last place your hand was before you walked into my room?” I wiggle onto his dick again.

He breathes, “Holy shit. You’re right. My hand is bisexual. It likes dick and pussy.”

My body shakes in silent laughter.

He squeezes my boob. Again. “Tell me something about woman-on-woman sex that most people don’t know.”

“Don’t you watch porn?”

“You know I do. But I also know that’s sensationalized. Tell me something I can’t learn from the highly educational porn websites.”

I smile to myself. “Scissoring isn’t real. No one does that. It’s something men think women do but they don’t. It’s fake news.”

He gasps. “What? For real?”

I nod. “Yep.”

“You guys don’t ever rub against each other?”

“Of course we do. It’s not different from hetero-sex in that regard. You’re grinding your dick on my ass right now.”

He thrusts his dick onto me for added effect.

I continue, “The proper term is tribbing. I might rub my clit against some part of her and she might do the same to me, but it’s never clit to clit. Think about the body part involved in that. It doesn’t give you the needed friction to feel good. It’s like trying to put two electric sockets together to make a spark. It doesn’t do anything. A thigh is so much better for that.”

“Hmm. I guess that makes sense. You’ve officially blown my mind.” He continues rubbing my nipple through my shirt. “Have you ever been in love, Kam?”

I stiffen a bit, though I bizarrely feel comfortable confiding in him. “Once. Dak, my high school sweetheart. My heart was shattered beyond repair.” I’m quiet for a second. “I’ve sworn away any and all commitment since. It’s not worth the pain. I’ll never give up control again.”

I take a few deep breaths. I haven’t thought about Dak in a while. My heart starts racing. Fuck, why does it still get to me?

As if sensing my need to get back to silliness, he says, “Kam?”

“Yes?”

“I’m a poet.”

“You are? Tell me one of your poems.”

“Roses are red, violets are blue, even when I use my hand, I’m thinking of you.”

I let out a laugh. “Cruz Gonzales, now you’ve truly blown my mind.”

“Anything else you’d care to blow?”

I smile as I shake my head. “Not happening. Nighty night, kitten.”

He pulls me as close to him as possible. “Nighty night, Kam bam.”

When I eventually blink my eyes open, I notice it’s light out. It means I got at least four hours of sleep. I can’t remember the last time I slept for four straight hours.

It occurs to me why I slept so well. Cheetah was in my bed holding me—and my boob—all night.

I don’t feel him on my back anymore. I reach behind me only to realize he’s gone, but it’s still warm. He didn’t leave that long ago .

I turn around and see Arizona’s still not in her bed. She better get back soon before the coaches wake up.

Something orange on the night table catches my eye. I focus on it and realize that it’s a bag of dark chocolate Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. There’s a note folded under it which I open and read:

How the hell did he find a bag of dark chocolate Reese’s in the middle of the night? I’m teetering between confused and touched when the door opens. Fortunately, it’s Arizona.

I smile at her and joke, “Ooh, look who broke curfew. You’re a black-bottom-ho this morning.” She knows that’s my phrase for women who go out at night in heels, go home with someone, and then have to walk home with no shoes on. The bottom of their feet gets dirty. That’s why they’re black-bottom-hoes.

She wiggles the bottom of her feet at me. “Nope. All clear.”

“I guess you got # LaidByLayton ?” That hashtag is always trending with the skanks of Instagram.

She gives me a mischievous smile. One I haven’t seen from her in a long time. “Nope. He got # AttackedByArizona .”

It’s good to see her like this. “Look who’s back. Arizona fucking Abbott, ladies and gentlemen.”

She’s glowing in a way I haven’t seen since before her failed engagement. Well before her failed engagement. I’m so happy for her.

I play ignorant. “Who was Layton rooming with?”

“Cheetah. The fucker watched us have sex. I think he was jerking off to it.” She bites her lip. “Honestly, it was kind of hot. I’ve never been watched before. I’m not saying I want to make a habit of it, and Layton tried his best to keep me covered, but I definitely got off on it. Do you think that’s weird?”

“Fuck no. It’s hot as hell. In fact, if there’s a job opening, I’d love to watch you guys have sex sometime too. You’re both so damn sexy. I bet the sex is smokin’.”

She giggles. “Not happening. Nice try.”

After a few days on the road, we’re finally on the way to the airport to fly home. Though my flight anxiety really kicks in when we board the plane, it sometimes revs up once we arrive at the airport. I need a distraction and often get it by pranking my sister. Embarrassing her at airports has become a bit of a team joke at this point. I’m always researching new ways to humiliate her, and I’ve been sitting on this one all week. With our outbound flight being delayed, I decided to save it for the return trip to optimize the number of people at the airport.

Given how much I like to slip things into her carry-on bags that she takes through security, Bailey now checks her bags thoroughly before we leave the hotel. I have to discreetly slip things into her bag on the bus ride.

I motion to Arizona to distract Bailey, and she nods before turning to Bails. “How is it going with Tanner Montgomery?”

Bailey’s whole face lights up. “Great. I adore Harper. She’s so much fun. And so damn smart. She’s the smartest kid I’ve ever been around.”

I give a mock gasp. “Smarter than I was? Can she do calculus at seven years old? I could.” That’s a slight exaggeration, but not too far off.

Bailey raises her eyebrow. “No calculus, but her vocabulary is amazing. She has word-of-the-day toilet paper and learns a new crazy word every day. She always remembers them and then uses them appropriately in sentences. It blows my mind.”

“Give me an example of one.”

She twists her lips as she thinks. “Hmm. She had a good one last week. Noctivagant.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re trying to stump me. Even if I don’t know a word, I can figure it out. It’s the one perk of having taken Latin for so many years. Nox means night, and vagus means wandering. I’m guessing it has to do with night wandering. Someone like me who doesn’t sleep and gets shit done at night.”

She scrunches her face. “Fuck, I hate how smart you are. It’s annoying. Mr. Montgomery is the same way. He knows every single word. He hasn’t missed one yet. He’s incredible.”

“Does he know you have a daddy fetish too? That you want him to stick his bald-headed giggle stick into your Mary-Ellen?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Where do you come up with this shitake?”

She now substitutes all curse words to force herself to not use any in front of Harper.

“Urban Dictionary is my bible.”

She sighs. “No doubt.” She then turns back to Arizona and talks more about how much she’s enjoying Harper and Harper’s two best friends, Andie and Dylan. How they remind her of our group of friends.

While she’s distracted, I slip a little something into her bag. She’s going to freak out at me. I love it.

Once we’re at the airport, I make sure to get through security a few people ahead of her. I then quickly pull out my phone and press the necessary buttons to effectuate my plan.

Just as Bailey’s bag enters the security scanner, where she can no longer access it, I hit the final button, and the sounds of a woman orgasming ring loudly in her bag. She dives for it but it’s too late. It’s already in the x-ray machine. While all eyes move to her, hers snap toward me as I simply stand there smiling while videotaping the whole scene.

She yells out, “Kamryn Sarah Hart, what did you do?”

The whole team starts laughing as the sounds of sex continue playing loudly. The TSA agents are scrambling to get her bag through as quickly as possible. There are a hundred people staring at Bailey, who’s beet red in mortification.

The bag eventually emerges on the other side, and the TSA agent quickly grabs it before unzipping the bag. She pulls out the Bluetooth speaker I snuck into it. The sounds of ecstasy increase in volume as she scrambles to turn it off to a sea of laughter.

Damn, I love fucking with my sister.