When she says my name like that, when she looks at me with her eyes going dark and darting to my mouth, I think she wants it too.
Like that wasn’t just an excitedyou gave me one of my favorite things to dokiss on the cheek.
I clear my throat and gesture for her to climb in.
She licks her lips.
My dick goes full salute.
“Ireallylike being on a team with you,” she whispers.
And then, thank fuck, she climbs into the Jeep.
I take my time walking around it to get into the driver’s seat, doing some deep breathing and ordering my dick to get himself under control.
She likesthisTheo.
She likes what I let her see.
Would she still like me if she knew I’ve spent the past three years making videos of my woody for anyone with twenty bucks a month to see?
And that thought—that she’d judge me if she knewallof who I am—is what keeps me from pulling the Jeep to the side of the road and testing that theory that she wants to kiss me too.
She steers the conversation on the drive and while we wait, sticking to safe topics like rollercoasters and if tacos or hamburgers are better food.
Rollercoasters are overrated.
And talking about hamburgers makes me hungrier than talking about tacos, but both make me want to gnaw my own arm off.
I might not show my face in my videos, but I show off my six-pack. Not risking losing it so long as I’m making a difference in the world.
Which I don’t share with Laney.
I’m a complicated inspirational porn starisn’t at the top of the list of things I discuss with women when I don’t see us having a future.
Not that I’ve seen myself having a future withanywoman since my channel took off. Didn’t expect relationship paranoia would come with financial success, but here we are.
The restaurant pulls off a miracle, and Laney and I are back at the resort unloading tacos before most of the scavenger hunters have returned.
Sabrina’s first.
Naturally.
And her eyes almost bug out of her head when she sees us rolling in carts of tacos. “What… No, you know what? I don’t want to know. What Idowant to know is what’s in this big-ass box that was at the end of the treasure hunt and who in the ever-loving hell thought it would be a good idea to give a couple something this huge for adestination wedding gift, but I’m not asking that either.”
She and Decker, her scavenger hunt partner, jump in to help us unpack everything before Emma gets back.
Yeah, fine, before herbelovedgets back too.
I didn’t do this for him though.
Sabrina mutters something to Laney about this resort seriously not living up to the dreams Emma’s had since she was little, but everyone’s all smiles by the time the rest of the wedding guests trickle back onto the lanai.
Uncle Owen sees me, makes the finger guns, then cackles and walks over to the buffet to help himself to a taco as Emma and her groom return. Dad was paired with Aunt Brenda, and he looks like he needs a stiff drink and a few stuffed elk heads to talk to for him to get over it when he gets back. And he’s not much of a drinker.
Though he’s totally a talker when it comes to talking to his art.
“Oh my gosh,whatis that thing?” Emma points to the very large wrapped package sitting at the head table.
