Page 39 of The Rowdy Ones

Thankfully, this softens the blow of my inability to be able to fuck this girl.

“Okay, yeah. I think we should get dressed, though.” She gives me an awkward smile. “No more pressure that way.”

Five minutes later, we’re clothed and under my covers in the dark. Lila lies with her head on my shoulder and palm on my chest. Neither of us speaks as we listen to Wild and Talia go at it for a second time. The entire RV is rocking. She demands that he spank her and he dutifully obeys. The smacking echoes all the way to us.

This time, their antics don’t have the magical pull on my cock.

It’s asleep, with no signs of waking.

“Thanks,” I say to Uncle Atticus when he lets go of my arm. “I’ll check on Rowdy while you start the truck and then we can go.”

I open the door to the RV and make my way inside.

“Wild,” a woman hisses. “Cover your dick. We have a visitor.”

Wild groans and I hear soft rustling of blankets. “She can’t see, Talia. We’re good.”

The image in my head is enough torment. I don’t need to see it.

“Did you need something, hon?” Talia asks. “You must be his little cousin.”

Little?

“I’m looking for my brother, actually,” I say tightly. “I’ll go on back.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” Talia blurts out. “Might catch an eyeful of your brother’s dick.”

“Again,” Wild grumbles. “She can’t see.”

Ignoring them both, I carefully make my way toward the back, tripping over someone’s shoes left in the walkway. The door to his room is open. I reach out, intending to grab his foot to shake him awake, but I find a small, dainty one instead. My hand jerks back as though I’ve accidentally put it in the fire.

“Hey,” the girl squeaks out, embarrassment in her tone. “I’m Lila.”

Lila?

The one Rowdy was dreaming about when he tried to have sex with me. A hot flicker of something burns in my chest.

“Destiny,” I say in a sharp tone. “Rowdy, are you going with me and Uncle Atticus or not?”

It’s obvious he would rather chill in bed with Lila, doing only God knows what, but for some reason, that agitates me. After thinking he was dead last night, I kind of wanted to spend some time with him, even if only a car ride.

“Fuck,” Rowdy grunts, voice hoarse. “I’m coming, Dez. Let me run a toothbrush over my teeth and throw on my boots.”

“You’re leaving?” Lila asks, disappointment lacing her tone. “I thought we could grab breakfast or something.”

“I promised Dez I’d go with her,” he lies. “Sorry. Maybe another time.”

His massive hands grip onto my shoulders as he climbs out of the bed. I let him steady himself. When he brushes past me, I get a whiff of girly perfume on him. I don’t like it.

Soft moans can be heard up front and my cheeks warm. Wild and Talia are having sex out in the open where we can all hear? Lila and Rowdy can actually see them. Why would they do this with an audience?

“They’ve been going at it all night,” Lila says grumpily. “I didn’t sleep a wink.”

It makes me wonder if she and Rowdy were also going at it all night.

My heart stupidly aches.

Why?