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“Yes, Daddy.” I flutter my lashes. “I want you to slide your dick in Casanova’s mouth.”

The call ends, but not before I hear Ty’s voice.

“Fucking hell!”

9

Rhys

When Lexi sets her mind to something, she is a force to be reckoned with! After I spent my Friday at home trying to teach Kitty how to work again, my guys were at school getting talked into a camping trip this weekend with Lexi and Ayden. By the time I got dragged into the conversation, it had turned into a big trip that involved all of Lexi’s pack, plus my friends, Tillie, Bell, Allister and Dale.

My mum thought it was a great idea to go on a camping trip, and we bonded over packing bug spray, torches and batteries, and sunscreen. I’ve never been much of a camper, but I’m never one to pass up an opportunity to have fun. Especially adult free fun.

Ebony Falls is about forty minutes drive northeast of Fox Pines. Still in Timber Valley, it’s nestled below the towering cliffs that line the edge of the small mill town, Woodall Ridge. The falls are a popular spot to hang out on hot days and swim in the clear rock pools that lay at the base, which is the backdrop for our campsite. Since we have a long weekend off school because of the Melbourne Cup coming up on Tuesday, it's the perfect time to get away and enjoy a break before we start exams.

While Lexi drives to the falls with Ayden in his car because he’s a lucky bastard that’s already eighteen, Cynthia and Will drive me up, twins in tow and the others get rides with their parents or share rides. Marcus jumps in with Jared, and Simon and Shaun get Derek to take them. Meanwhile, Dale gets his mum to drive him, Allister, Bell and Tillie in their people mover, and Garrett arrives with his mum and sisters.

While we set up our tents, the rents gather together, setting up a cooking area and barbeque snags for lunch. Archie and Connor have been trying to help me put my tent up, but the three of us make nothing but a mess of it until my dad comes along to save the day.

“Thanks for the help, dad.” As much as it feels weird for me to call someone my dad, it also feels right. Willismy dad.

“That’s ok. I’m kind of jealous that you get to spend the weekend here. It’s been such a long time since Cin and I did anything like this.”

“You guys should book a trip or something soon. Char and I can look after the boys for a few nights. I’m sure we can refrain from burning the house down.”

Dad laughs. “I’m sure you and Charlotte won’t burn the house down. I’m not so sure about the twins.”

“Hey!” Archie complains, freezing with a frisbee mid-swing.

“Honestly, those two are probably more responsible than Char and me. Maybe you should leave them at home to look after us instead of the other way round?” I grin and hear Connor hoot.

“Yeah, Dad. Rhysie is right. We are more responsible.”

Dad chuckles.

“Need any help over here?” Garrett’s voice makes me stiffen, and for some stupid reason, I panic at the thought of him talking to my dad.

“Oh, hey. Garrett, isn’t it?” Will asks, holding his hand out.

I turn in time to see Garrett smile and nod, taking my dad's hand in a shake.

Oh, would you look at that smile? It instantly makes me relax. I have no fucking idea what I was panicking about. It’s not like Garrett will tell my dad about the video chat yesterday, and it’s not like my dad will tell Garrett about finding me in a spit roast when I went on a sex bender last month. Right?

You’re trash.

Shut the fuck up!

Ugh! I’m still not feeling like my normal, chirpy self. The Feast really fucked me over the other night. I guess Julie did, too, by sending that video. Not that anyone but my guys know it’s me, but for me to see that video, see the evidence of that willing little girl, is just too much. I’ve worked so hard to repress those memories.

“I think we’re all good for help. Thanks anyway.” Dad says to Garrett, who smiles politely and nods before two girls run up and barrel into his side.

“Garrett, Polly wants to play frisbee with those little boys, but she’s a scaredy-cat and doesn’t want to ask them.” The little girl, who must be his little sister Britney, dobs as his other little sister glares at her and pokes her tongue out.

“You can play frisbee with the boys.” I offer and turn to the twins, who are too busy jumping around like they have ants in their pants to concentrate on tossing the disc. “Arch! Con! Can the girls play frisbee too?”

The boys stop goofing around and smile, both pushing their glasses back in place in unison. It’s a creepy twin thing.

“Yeah, sure!” Archie calls, waving them over, and both the girls smile at me before running off to join the twins.

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