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I FUCKED YOUR DAD

FALLON

Summer and Amber look at each other, bursting out in laughter at the same time. They claim to have this weird ass mental connection thing. It’s completely unrealistic…until you witness it. After that, you’ll believe they’re on the same wavelength, two halves of the same brain.

“Care to share what’s so funny about what I said?” Savannah snips.

Summer turns around, saying, “Oh. We were just thinking it’s a miracle that you haven’t had that issue already. Don’t worry though hun, I’m sure everyone in this car, except for Fallon, has had to take a trip to the doctor for some kind of STD.”

Savannah scowls. “Ha ha. Very funny. If y’all must know…the last person I fucked was Summer’s dad. So, if I catch something, I’ll be sure to put in extra work to become her stepmom.”

The whole car busts out into a fit of laughter as a red, jacked-up truck pulls in, parking beside us.

The lone driver jumps out, and all our jaws hit the ground simultaneously.

I’m not sure what they’re feeding ‘em up here, but god damn this man is fucking fine. He’s built with just the right amount of muscle, looks to be about 6’5, with black hair, and a beard that matches.

I say a silent prayer, thanking anyone who’s listening, as I count each ab on this man’s stomach that leads down to his adonis belt.

His jeans hang low, showcasing that ‘V’ that draws your eyes to his cock.

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, grabbing a black t-shirt.

Please don’t put that on, sir. He does, right before shutting his truck door.

I must say, those Wrangler jeans are doing what they are meant to.

Am I drooling? I sure hope not, but wouldn’t be at all surprised if I were.

“It might be because I’ve been stuck in the car with four other women for the past five hours, but I am pretty sure I just creamed my panties.” If Bridget and I can agree on anything, it’s definitely that.

He closes the door, casting a glance our way. Clearly witnessing all of us gawking at him, he winks with a small devilish smirk pulling at his lips. His bright green eyes quickly pass over the group of us before he turns toward the store.

“Well guys… I think we’re friends for life because I just creamed my pants too,” Amber chimes in.

“Women who squirt together, stick together,” Summer states in a matter-of-fact tone.

“What the fuck, Summer. You didn’t tell me you’re a squirter.” Why the hell would anyone share that information?

“Oh I’m not, but I bet you a hundred bucks he could for damn sure turn me into one.” Jesus, these two.

There’s never a dull moment with these girls.

“Looks like we found someone to ask for directions. Amber, go talk to him when he comes out,” I direct.

“Why me?”

“Because Savannah is about to pee on all of us, and is too terrified to move. Summer looks like she’s about to go hump his leg, Bridget is not going to talk to a stranger, and I’m stuck in the middle. Besides, I’m pretty sure he was looking at you when he winked,” I explain.

“I didn’t want to hurt y’all’s vagina’s feelings by mentioning that whole staring-at-me-while-he-winked thing, but you’re right. I’m the one driving anyway, so it does make the most sense if I talk to him.”

“Atta girl,” says Summer. Amber rises up from the seat, and Summer smacks her ass. “Go get him, hot stuff.” The two girl’s hold eye contact for a beat too long by normal standards, then part without another word. Their fucking mind communicating sends a chill down my spine sometimes.

Amber leans against the side of the car, waiting for the sex god to finish up in the store, while the rest of us quietly form some plans.

The four of us examine the map as a group, cramming together with the brochure in the middle.

There’s a lot of hiking trails near our cabin, even one that leads to a cliff face lookout point, and a creek within walking distance.

I can’t wait to plunk my lawn chair in the shallows, letting the stress float away with the running water.

Summer's mentioned plenty of times that she could care less what we do during the day, as long as she’s able to find a suitable place for us to all hangout with her telescope once it starts getting dark.

After about ten minutes, the man finally walks out of the general store. Being the fearless person she is, Amber walks right over, and starts chatting him up.

She left the door open when she got out, but even with all of us trying to drop in on their conversation, we’re unable to hear a thing.

Savannah has crawled into my lap, and Bridget is sprawled across her.

The both of them crushing me with their weight as they press me into the hard door frame.

“Can you guys give me an inch of breathing room?” I groan.

“Shhh! I’m trying to hear if his voice is as sexy as he is,” Savannah whispers.

Someone’s elbow drives into my bladder, and I have to muffle the yelp of pain.

Summer chuckles from the front, watching me struggle in the rearview mirror.

She must have moved over into the driver’s seat while I was being climbed on by these two adult toddlers to watch Amber and the mystery man through the side mirror.

Their exchange is quick. Amber gives him a smile, then walks back to the SUV. The three of us in the back scramble to return to our seats as Amber approaches the car. Summer, on the other hand, is hanging out the window, completely shameless. “What did the walking embodiment of a wet dream say?”

Rolling her eyes at the ludicrous display before her, she says, “He said he knows exactly where we’re trying to go. It’s about another twenty minutes back the way we came from, but he’s more than happy to show us the way.”

“I think I can wait to go to the bathroom for another twenty minutes. The important thing is…did he offer to show us anything else? He is seriously carrying around some big dick energy.”

“Savannah, you think everyone has big dick energy,” Amber retorts.

“Not everyone. Summer’s dad doesn’t have big dick energy. He does have one though. Did you hear me, Summer? I said your dad has a big dick.” Savannah starts to dish it out unprompted, and I wish she would shut up.

“Savannah, my dad is dead,” Summer deadpans.

“Oh. Well that explains a lot. I heard you fucking the other night, telling whatever-the-hell-his-name-was to choke you harder. I’m no psychologist, but I think you should talk to someone.” Where the hell did that come from? We all have fucking daddy issues, it’s why we get along so well.

“I wish y’all two would shut the hell up, I’m trying to drive,” Amber huffs out, exasperated. As if I needed to be anymore thankful for the fact that mother hen knows exactly how to reel Summer in, as well as everyone else.

The tension loosens as a comfortable silence blankets us.

Finally, I’m able to take in my surroundings, and it’s breathtaking.

The trees are vibrant, beautifully layered shades of green, the air has a crisp feeling to it at this altitude, and each window you look out of, you’re able to see parts of the mountains that we just traveled through to get here.

If I ever moved away from the city, this is the exact sort of place I’d love to call home.

The guy in front of us turns on his right blinker, leading us down a hidden driveway. As we make our way to the house, I give Amber ten extra points for finding this place. It’s freaking perfect, and I’m pretty sure there’s a hot tub over by the fire pit.

Hopping out of the vehicle, we start to unload our bags, not paying attention to the fact the man has also gotten out of his truck.

“Ladies.” He nods, his gaze raking over each one of us like a caress. “It’s not very often we get out-of-towners around here. I’m going to give y’all my number just in case y’all need anything. The name’s Lukas by the way.”

This is the first time I’ve heard him talk, and I silently cuss Amber out for not telling us that even his voice is enough to make you wet.

It’s deep, dark, and almost captivating.

Like one of those narrators Savannah is always talking about, the one that reads some of her favourite monster smut audiobooks.

I don’t know how she listens to those things.

I tried once, and couldn’t last even three minutes while the dual narrators very graphically described the creature’s tentacle dick, and the fucking that ensued after.

My audiobooks are much more tame, self help novels and books on child rearing. The girls tease me relentlessly about it, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best version of yourself, or trying to climb the ladder at my job as a daycare worker.

My eyes lock with Lukas’s, an indecipherable look passing over his face. “We honestly appreciate you leading us here,” I say. “I’m sure it must have been out of your way, but if it wasn’t for you, we’d probably still be driving in circles.”

“You’re more than welcome. These woods are a little tricky, and can be a bit confusing to anyone who’s unfamiliar with the terrain. It’s definitely not some place you want to be out in once nightfall hits, especially a beautiful group of women like y’all.”

Well that’s an odd thing to say.

“Either way, thank you. I think we got it from here though. I hope you have a good night,” I offer, smiling shyly, and with a small upturn of his lips, he returns the gesture.

“Yes, ma’am. Hope you have a goodnight as well.” With that, he turns, heading back to his truck. Lukas slides into the driver’s seat, his heated gaze passing over each one of us before the engine fires to life, and he disappears down the driveway.