There’s a loud knock on my door.
“Everyone decent in there?” Katie asks. “I’ve learned my lesson by now—I’m knocking, alright?”
It’s got to be the actual ass crack of dawn, and Katie’s not a morning person. “Why are you awake right now?” I shout to her.
“It’s nearly ten o’clock! Griff, I know you’re in there. You said we needed to get on the road by nine-thirty. You’ve boned long enough, let my poor best friend up for some air, and put my bags in the Jeep.”
Right. So,notthe ass crack of dawn. How did we sleep in so late? I guess that’s what happens when you exchange orgasms—multiple orgasms, might I add—then stay up talking for hours, wrapped in each other’s arms.
I shift in his arms, coming face to face with the most gorgeous, sleepy brown eyes. Placing my palm on his jaw, I say, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
“Morning, Sunshine. Apparently too good,” he jokes as he wraps his arms around my naked torso, warming my skin with his embrace. He kisses me softly, and I let him. I guess I’ve gotten over my objections to morning breath kisses in the past month.
A month. That’s how long it’s been since I first felt Griff’s lips grace mine. And what a month it’s been. We’re about to head up north to the cabin for the Fourth of July—the reason Katie said we needed to get up and get in the Jeep.
Every summer, for as long as I can remember, our families have gone up to our cabin on Mille Lacs Lake. I know . . . why would we have a cabin on a lake when we live on a lake? Well, the lake we live on is in the suburbs of the Twin Cities. Our cabin is in Bayview, which is a cute, unincorporated town north of the Twin Cities. It’s quaint and the perfect place to reset and unwind. The “cabin,” however, is a six-bedroom mansion that my parents inherited when we were young but recently remodeled. It’s my favorite place to be, but we don’t go nearly enough.
This will be our first Fourth of July up there with just us kids. Our parents are attending a charity gala my mom is coordinating for the hospital Griff’s dad works at. They left last night to stay the weekend at the upscale hotel it’s being held at.
“We should probably get ready to leave,” I say as I move to straddle Griff.
He grips my waist and pulls me down as he grinds his morning wood into me. I can’t seem to get enough of this man—even after a night full of orgasms. Although, we haven’t taken it all the way yet. He’s had no problem scoring hat tricks of orgasms with his mouth, hands, and a lot of dry humping. But I’m ready. I’ve been ready. There’s nothing I want more than to feel him inside of me.
“Mmm—we probably should,” he replies in a raspy voice before he pulls me down for a long, searching kiss. Tangling one hand in my hair, he runs his other hand down my spine, gripping my ass in a bruising hold.
“I mean, what’s five more minutes?” I ask as I continue to grind and rotate my hips.
“McKenna,” he growls, “we need to get going. There will be plenty of this all weekend.” He punctuates his statement with one final thrust before he takes my hips and moves me off him.
“Promise?” I pout my lip at him.
He chuckles at my antics and then kisses me on the cheek. “Yes, Sunshine. I promise,” he whispers in my ear, causing me to visibly shiver.
I watch as Griff gets up from my bed and pulls on his gym shorts, forgoing his shirt. “I’m going to head home to shower quickly and put mine and Katie’s bags in the Jeep. I’ll come back up to get yours once I’m done. Think you’ll be ready to leave in fifteen?”
“I can work with that,” I respond, getting up to give him a quick peck before I shower.
I’m happy to say I was downstairs and ready to leave, with my bag and snacks packed within fifteen minutes. We packed up the coolers last night and put those in the Jeep so we could roll out “bright and early.”
“Thank god, you’ve finally escaped your sex dungeon!” Katie teases me.
“Fuck off, Katie. I don’t want to hear that,” Carson whines.
“Whatever. I’d just like to point out the fact that my best friend has been far too preoccupied with my brother this summer. The very summer we were supposed to use to have a hot girl summer before college . . .” she points out.
“Kitty, retract your claws. You’ve seen Kenna every damn day this summer,” Carse says.
“I got Funyuns and Dr. Pepper . . . if you forgive me, I’ll share my road trip snacks,” I bribe my bestie.
“All is forgiven. Give me the DP,” Katie says as she makes grabby hands at me.
I watch as Carson spits out the Gatorade he just took a pull from. “Jesus Christ, Kitty. Give a guy a warning before you demand the DP. Which DP would you like . . . double penetration, deep penetration, perhaps a little bit of both?” He prompts with a waggle of his brows.
“What the fuck did I just walk in on?” Griff questions as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind.
“Well, Katie was just asking for the DP. I believe she was referencing the Dr. Pepper I was bribing her with, but now I’m not quite sure,” I say as I nuzzle into Griff’s embrace.
“Missed you,” he whispers in my ear, then places a chaste kiss on my neck.
