Chapter 19
“This is weird,” Paul said that night.
“What? It isn’t like we haven’t slept in the same bed before,” Montana pointed out.
“Yeah, good point, but I don’t think I’ve ever been in the same bed with a girl when her brother and sister in law are right next door and her father’s down the hall. Not to mention I had to get dressed for bed. Jesus.”
“Don’t forget Logan and the girls are across the hall from us,” she giggled.
“You are really enjoying my agony, aren’t you?”
“Hey, I had to put on a nightgown, you know. And it could be worse. You could have been my first boyfriend who went camping with us. He and I were in separate tents, only he got the opportunity to hear Sly and Tasha make love in the tent right next to his.”
“Oh God,” he groaned. “Does this mean I get to hear those two fuck tonight?”
“I doubt it, unless Sly developed a talent for snoring and having sex at the same time. And it’s a little difficult to make whoopee with a nosy seven year old around.”
Jack tapped on the door and peeked in, a huge mug in his hand. “Looks like you two are comfy. Air conditioner isn’t too high, is it?”
“No, Daddy, we’re fine. Just talking. Are the kids okay?” Montana wondered.
“Fast asleep. Little girls are cuddled together on the roll away and Logan’s in dream land himself. I guess they wore themselves out playing today.”
“They were outside for a long time,” Montana nodded. “And the girls had a long day with traveling too. They could all use the sleep.”
“So could you kids,” Jack winked. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“And don’t you drink too much coffee unless it’s decaf,” she laughed back. “Goodnight, Daddy.”
“How many days are we having this torture?” Paul asked when they were alone again.
“Just until tomorrow night. Surely you can survive until then.”
She rubbed the inside of his thigh. “Come on, big boy, you can survive one night.”
“Um….Mon? I don’t think it’s a good idea to rub there unless you want um…..trouble.”
“Oh really?” She then tickled him behind his ear.
“Montana, I’m warning you….”
“Just trying to loosen you up a bit,” she purred, nibbling his ear.
“I don’t think this is the time or place for that. Now maybe if we’d gotten a hotel, I may have taken you up on it.”
Montana lay on her stomach. “Then you can make yourself useful and give me one of your magic massages.”
“You’re a damn tease, you know that?”
“Paul, if it bothers you so much, just go lock the door. That’s what Sly and Tash do.”
“Yeah, but they’re married. Jesus.”
“Fine, I’ll lock the door. But you still owe me a massage.”
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