Page 69 of Wrong Cabin, Right Time
A few hours pass, and my dad knocks on the door; pushing it open, he comes in to sit down on the side of the bed. He smiles softly and brushes my hair behind my ear.
“I know you’re in pain, sweetie. I wish I could take it away from you, but I can’t. The best thing we can do is get you out of here.” He taps on my temple, and I can’t help but smile back. “Are you still up for the bonfire?”
My instinct is to say no, but I sit up and toss my legs over the side of the bed and nod. “Let’s do it.”
I follow him out of the cabin, and we walk toward the beach, where a dozen other people are all sitting around a roaring fire with marshmallows and chocolate bars all around them. The smell of roasting marshmallows is like a balm for my soul, and I just know that a perfectly gooey, burned s’more is going to cure me—at least that’s the hope.
I sit down and make small talk with some of the elders in the commune, telling them all about my travels. For a while I forget about more-recent events. I’m focusing on the logistics of my Instagram and YouTube, and everything I’m going to be filming for the solstice festival. It feels good. It gives me hope that I can actually move on from this.
“If it isn’t Juniper Sage Featherstone,” a familiar voice says behind me. I turn around to see Steve. His full name is Steve Sunshine, yetanother victim of the atrocious flower-child names, but he just goes by Steve. “It’s been a while.”
I stand up and walk away from the bonfire to talk to him. “It sure has.”
Steve was a former boyfriend of mine. Well, I thought he was my boyfriend. He happened to think he was a free spirit who could roam between partners freely without telling any of us.
Despite the fact that he’s a sleazy guy using free love as an excuse to fuck around, he’s exceptional in bed. At least, he was when I was with him. By the way he’s looking at me now, there’s no doubt in my mind he thinks this is a prime opportunity to hook up with me again.
“How have you been? I’ve heard you’re some hotshot celebrity now,” Steve says with a smile.
“Hardly. I make YouTube travel videos.” I laugh and look him up and down, wondering what it would be like to sleep with him now. It would certainly help me take my mind off Travis, at least temporarily.
Almost as soon as the thought comes, it goes away. That wouldn’t help anything. I know all I would be thinking about is Travis. No other guy has had my attention the way he does. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to be with another guy, but I sure as hell can’t be with Steve.
“You know what, I actually have to go,” I tell him, backing away and shrugging casually. “I’ll see you around, though.”
I head back to the cabin and ignore the stares of everyone watching me as I go. Mom and Dad are still at the bonfire, so I take this opportunity to fall back in bed to have a little bit of peace.
I grab my phone and pull up the camera roll, looking at a few of the pictures I have of Travis. He didn’t let me take pictures of him, but I sneaked a few. They’re mostly candids of him in the kitchen, walking around the house, and even some of him in the gym working out.
My mind immediately goes to the thought of him being here with me, burying his face between my legs and slowly teasing my clit. My pussy dampens, and I grab my bullet vibe from my bag. I stare at the picture of him in the gym while I massage my clit with it.
Electric jolts of pleasure burst through my body as my eyes trace the muscles on his chest. I remember what it felt like to run my fingers along them, and I close my eyes to think about that now. I think about the way his body seemed to completely envelop mine when he was on top of me.
I pull the vibrator away from my clit and slide it inside, imagining it is Travis’s cock. It doesn’t feel as real, but I force those thoughts aside and let my imagination take hold.
I lose control of myself, thinking about him bending me over the couch the first night we made love and just taking me. My moans are loud, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. I think about Travis, throbbing and twitching inside me as he’s ready to come, and just the thought of it sends me over the edge.
I cry out, my body convulsing on the mattress as my hand moves quickly between my legs.
My bedroom door suddenly opens, and I scream, pulling my hand away and looking to see my mom standing there with a worried look on her face. Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene before her, and she immediately covers her eyes with her hands.
“Why don’t you knock!” I shout, grabbing a blanket to cover myself.
“I heard screaming!” Mom shouts, turning away from the room to run off.
“Close the door!” I shout, falling back on the bed and covering my face with a pillow. I hear the door slam shut, and I wish I could disappear.
Well, that was mortifying. But I guess that’s what I should have expected, being back home.
From down the hall, I hear my dad’s voice. “Everything okay in there?”
“Don’t go in!” my mom shouts back. “She’s ... communing with her inner goddess!”
I bury my face in the pillow again.Yep. Totally back home.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Travis
