Page 58 of Ten Hammers

“Welcome to the Creekside Inn,” she says in a weathered voice.

“Thanks,” Gav says. “Please tell me there’s room for us.”

She laughs. “Yeah, storm’s driving a lot of people our way, but I do have something. Only thing is… Did you two recently get married?”

Gav glances back at me, quizzical. “No,” he tells her. “But I hope one day I’ll be that lucky. Why?”

She laughs again. “All we have available is the honeymoon suite. It’s… something else.”

The honeymoon suite.

“We’ll take it,” Gavin says, pulling out his wallet and handing her a credit card.

“We dripped water all over the floor,” I say apologetically.

“Won’t be the first,” she says. “I’ve got a mop. No worries. But let me get y’all some extra towels.”

“She seems nice,” I whisper.

“So, definitely an ax murderer?” Gavin jokes in a low voice. I nod and laugh.

But when we’re in the room, my laughter dies.

“Is it just me or do you feel like you’ve walked inside a box of Valentine’s Day candy?” Gav asks.

I feel like I am literally in a room designed for people to lose their v-cards. In the 70s, maybe, but still.

Everything is red. The wallpaper. The carpeting. The bed.

“Um. The bed is heart-shaped.”

“I see that,” Gavin says. “Wonder if it vibrates.”

Oh my God.

“Here. You’re trembling.” He wraps a towel around my shoulders.

We begin drying off. I’m wondering exactly what to do because my gorgeous dress is soaked but it’s not like I have a change of clothing.

Gavin is stripping down with zero reservations. Off goes his shirt. Off come his pants. He’s wearing skin tight gray boxer briefs, and he’s so big he fills the entire front pouch.

I excuse myself and go into the bathroom where I discover that, thankfully, my panties and bra have barely been damped by the rain.

I spot a hairdryer. I’m not going to dry my hair–that would take forever. But it’s fine if that’s what Gav thinks I’m doing.

Taking off my panties and bra, I quickly dry them, before putting them back on. Then I wrap a towel around myself.

Of course, it doesn’t go all the way around. If I tried to dry the dress with a hairdryer, it would ruin it. I’m not going to take that chance. But I can’t put it back on wet either.

The Hammer brothers haven’t even seen me in a bathing suit since high school. Am I ready to have sex with one of them? All of them? Yes and yes. Am I ready for any of them to see me naked or even mostly naked yet? No.

What if he sees all of me and is turned off?

There’s a light knock on the door.

Shit.

“Hey,” Gav’s voice says. “There are some very fluffy robes out here. They’re red, of course, but they’re super warm. Do you want–”

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