Page 19 of Contingently Yours
“Why is there only one bed?”
And so it begins…
Tossing my backpack on the dresser, I eye the bed in question. Decent-looking mattress and fluffy comforter. I am going to pass the fuck out as soon as I get crab-ass squared away.
“Because…whilesomeonewas fucking around with the luggage this morning, I got put on the spot arranging our rooms with the caretaker in front of the Hepperlys.”
“And…what does that have to do with one bed? I know they have doubles here.”
“Uh, maybe because we failed to plan a backstory where we came from a Mormon community and are saving ourselves for marriage? What was I supposed to do? Ask for separate rooms right in front of them?”
Scoffing, he stands there like a lump with a frown, eyes fixed on the bed like it’s a rat trap. “Well…where am I supposed to sleep?”
“The floor? The couch? Out on the balcony?” I gesture carelessly, kicking off my shoes. “What the fuck do I care as long as we walk out of the same room in the morning?”
His gaze goes from the sofa, which upon second glance is actually a love seat, then to the bed, and then to me. “We’ll take turns,” he lets out finally.
“Like hell we will.” Ignoring his appalled expression, I grab my toiletries bag out of my bookbag and head for the bathroom. “And I get the first shower!” I call just before slamming the door shut behind me.
I no sooner get all the Lucas sweat washed off my body and stroll back out into the room in my towel than I hear a knock on the door. My gaze snaps to Lucas. Gross. He actually does wear tighty-whities.
Okay. They’re black, but it’s the same fucking thing. Didnotneed to see that.
Eyes round, he freezes with a pair of clean underwear and a towel clutched against his stomach, glancing at the door.
“Gents? You decent in there?” Mason calls from the other side.
I no sooner yell out,‘yeah,’than I spot Lucas’ makeshift bed on the floor. A pillow and…did he fucking gank the comforter off the bed? What the actual fuck?
“Quick! Get on the bed!” I whisper, swiping up the comforter and tossing it onto the mattress. I nearly forgot the pillow until I trip over it when Lucas’ shoulder bashes into mine.
“Watch it!”
“You got inmyway,” he grumps, barreling onto the mattress.
The door creaks open just as I whip the pillow at dickhead’s face and spin around with the smile my DNA gifted me. Brushing my damp hair back, I adjust my towel and nod at a freshly showered Mason.
“What can we do you for? Room okay?”
His bare chest displays an array of tattoos and two pierced nipples. A pair of sleep pants are slung low on his hips. I should be at ease that he feels comfortable enough around us to waltz right into our room in such a state, but the grin he flashes after looking past my shoulder makes me cringe.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he says. I can only imagine the bed looks like I just wrestled a bear, but points to shit timing if it planted the wrong image in his brain. Flicking his thumb over his shoulder, he continues, “So, Dario and I decided we’d like to go for a run on the beach in the morning. You know, get all the views that the guests would have. Keenan said he’ll save us some breakfast, so I wanted to let you know you don’t have to wait for us.”
“Oh, all right. Great idea. There are paths all the way around the property, so you should have smooth sailing.”
“Can we do the boat tour about ten o’clock?”
“Absolutely. We’ll have her ready for you.”
“Right-oh. Carry on.” He salutes with a wink.
Heaving out a breath, I pinch my eyes closed. That was a close call. Fucking Lucas. Turning around, I find him looking as clueless as usual.
Why is his mouth always parted? Does he have sinus problems or something?
Legs splayed open, he’s practically spread-eagled on the mussed-up bed, ruining the illusion of sound sleep for me. He looks like he just got fucked and is still in shock over discovering that orgasms are better than deep-fried pickles. At least, his broken facial muscles are good for something. Either that, or Mason is just shit at reading a room.
“I get the left side,” I inform him, chucking his pillow to the other side.
