She blinked at me. “The guys?”
“We just have a group shower room here,” I said. “And a row of toilet stalls. It’s a logging camp, not a hotel.”
Her mouth fell open. “The other women you’ve brought here didn’t mind that?”
“I’ve never brought anyone here before,” I said.
She stared at me in shock. “I thought you were joking about that.”
“Nope. Not everything I say is a joke.”
She was quiet for a second, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Sometimes you surprise me, Amos.”
She dropped a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll skip the group shower. Can you drive me home? And… do you still want to pick me up this afternoon for the festival?”
Shelly was looking at me with hopeful, wide eyes.
“Yeah, Shelly.” My voice sounded alien to my ears. It was all soft and gushy instead of deep and rumbly like normal. This girl wasdoingsomething to me. “Of course I can.”
I hadn’t known how dangerous it would be to bring her home last night.
It felt like something seismic was shifting in my universe, and I didn’t know what to do for once.
My whole experience with women up to this point had been flirting with them long enough to get them in bed with me.
But what to do with one of them afterward? I was in uncharted territory.
And Shelly wasn’t justanywoman.
She was the only woman I’d ever deeply cared about.
“About that no-sex rule,” I joked. “Can we discuss that?”
Her eyes flashed, “Absolutely not! If we spend thirty days having sex, you won’t learn a thing, Amos. And we’re supposed to be reforming you.”
I slipped the covers down so she could see how hard I was for her.
Then I rumbled, “Okay, Shelly-Rae. We’ll do it your way. But at the end of thirty days, I’m hoping you give me a nice reward for all my good behavior.”
Her mouth dropped open as she eyed my cock.
Then she laughed, her hand landing comfortably on my chest.
“You might be a hopeless case, Amos.”
“Mm,” I growled, “Maybe I am.” Then I stood up and did a slow tease of putting on my clothes for her.
By the end of it, I knew she was slicked up and horny for me, but my sweet Shelly pretended I had no effect on her at all.
***
I couldn’t stop looking at Shelly.
She was sitting beside me on a hay bale under a canopy of purple-pink redbud blossoms, as she stole the last piece of funnel cake right off the paper plate we’d been sharing.
“Hey! Is that good girlfriend material?” I joked as I watched her theft occur. “Maybe we should break up if this is how you treat your men.”
