Hannah A forest of evergreens flashes by as my parents’ Subaru whizzes through the tight turns of the mountain road. Sun dapples the ground through the leaves and the warm wind rustles my hair from the open window. My parents are in the front seat talking about our trip to the cabin and all the things they may have forgotten to turn off before we left. My little brother sits beside me in the back seat, reading his book. I have no idea how he does it. That would make me car sick in an instant. The batteries in my iPod are dead and there’s nothing else to do but scroll through Tinder. There are a lot of cute guys to check out, but I’m struggling because none of the ones my age interest me a bit. I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. The thought of being with someone my own age makes me roll my eyes. They’re so immature. All they seem to care about are a girl’s looks and sex—which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I’m a virgin, and I don’t like the thought of being pressured in
Layla and I have been best friends for many years. Our parents are friends. We go on vacations together all the time and they even bought cabins on the same lake. But since Layla’s parents’ divorce, things have been different. “I’m sure they beat us there,” my dad says. “Dan drives that Corvette as if it has wings. He probably arrived hours ago.” My mom leans over the seat and whispers just loud enough for me to hear. “I think Ava got the Corvette in the divorce. Dan probably driving something else.” The muscles in my dad’s jaw flex with tension. I know he doesn’t like talking about his best friend’s divorce. Everyone had liked Dan , Ava (except me—I never did trust her, and she was way too strict with Layla ), and when they found out she cheated on Dan, they were devastated. What do you say to someone who’s been cheated on practically his whole marriage? When the details came out, we were all shocked. I always liked Dan. He’s sweet and funny, and when I got into high school, I cou
You’re not going anywhere. That’s ridiculous. I know these girls will start a mutiny if we try to separate them for the entire three weeks. There’s plenty of room in our cabin. You’re staying with us,” my dad says. There isn’t plenty of room in the cabin and we all know it. It will be cramped quarters, but that will be part of the fun of it. I glance at Can, dirty thoughts jumping into my head like pop-up ads at the thought of being in the same cabin with him for the next three weeks. He’s so good looking and he doesn’t really look his age at all except for a few wisps of gray hair at the temples. If anything it makes him sexier. More sophisticated, I guess. “We couldn’t intrude—” Can starts to say, but Layla interrupts him. “Yes we can and we will.” She’s already grabbing her bags out of the truck and heading for the cabin. Dan laughs. “I guess we’re staying.” Hannah My family grabs our bags and groceries out of the car. I leave a few things behind in the trunk because there’s
After a while of scrolling, she says, “Let’s get out of here. This is boring. I want to meet real boys.” “I don’t know …” I say hesitantly. “Come on, Hannah, it’ll be fun,” Layla says. They both look at me with pleading eyes. “Fine, but first I need to go get the rest of my clothes from the car. I need something to wear.” I go down to the car to grab the rest of my things and see Dan doing the same. He’s carrying a box up the porch steps. He’s wearing a short-sleeve t-shirt and long board shorts. The ropes of muscle in his calves flex with each step and his arms bulge with the strain of the weight of the box. I try to pick my jaw up off the floor. He’s so fucking hot, it’s hard not to stare. But I try not to when he sees me standing near the front door. He’s better looking than any guy on Tinder, and I’m far more attracted to him than any of the eighteen-year-old boys flooding my inbox. “Hey there,” he says, and sets the box down. He wipes the sweat from his brow and smiles his b
Hey kiddo,” my dad says, shattering my fantasy and bringing me back to reality. “You’re on my team.” “Great,” I say. We’re definitely going to lose. There’s no way my dad will be able to keep up with Dan, and since I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ll be pretty much useless on our team. My dad gives me a brief overview of the rules. It’s our family against theirs. Layla and Fred are far more athletic than my mom and I, so we most definitely don’t stand a chance. Oh well. It’s just a game. Wish I could convince my dad of that, but he seems to have something to prove. He stares at the other team with determination, and when he comes back into our huddle, there’s nothing but fierce determination in his eyes. This isn’t going to end well. “The only one who will be able to keep up with Dan is you, Hannah -Bean. I want you on him like white on rice,” my dad says. My cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wouldn’t mind staying on Dan all night long. “On it,” I say. Maybe flag
When I stand up, I have to use the football to hide my erection. After one more play, we go in the cabin to wash up before dinner. The girls go up to their rooms, the boys remain outside to play, and Mr Hills and Mrs Fox work on finishing dinner. I’d offer to help, but they know my skills in the kitchen are less than favorable. I go into the downstairs bathroom and run cold water in the sink, taking handfuls and washing my face. Maybe the slap of cold water will wake me up from this dream I’m having. And just maybe it will cool me down because I’m overheated after my encounter with Hannah during the football game. Every inch of my clothes and exposed skin is covered in dried mud and grass stains. I need a shower before dinner. No washcloth is a match for the mess I’ve made of myself. I should probably take a cold shower too, but I don’t think even the cold water will do enough to get rid of the hard-on raging in my shorts. If I stand any chance of getting Hannah out of my head befor
After just busting the biggest load I’ve let out in years, I would’ve thought my tank would be drained, but I guess not. I’m instantly hard again. The sudden bulge loosens my towel and I almost drop it right there in front of her. My reflexes are fast enough to catch it. She notices and lets out the most adorable little giggle. “Close one,” she says, sounding almost disappointed. Does she really want to see my cock? I’m half tempted to just drop the towel and see how she reacts. But that is too risky with so many other people in the house. “Too close,” II grab my clothes from my suitcase and go back into the bathroom, conveniently not shutting the door all the way. I leave it open a crack, and I can see through the mirror that she’s watching me, though I don’t think she realizes I can see her as well. I drop my towel and my hard prick stands at attention. I watch as Hannah’s jaw drops. I’m hung far larger than the average man. In fact, it’s the one—and only—thing my ex admitted
Mr Hills gives me a weak smile and nods. I’m not all that messed up over the split anymore. I want to tell him that when seeing the pitying look on his face. The only thing that still hurts is knowing I’d been lied to for so long. I’m glad my ex is gone. She’s off traveling the world with her new sugar-daddy who looks like a shriveled up potato with grease-slicked hair. Money was all she ever cared about. Didn’t seem to matter that she got the money at the expense of her family. Whatever makes her happy, I guess. And as long as she stops trying to come after me. It’s silent at the table except for the continued bickering of my daughters. I can tell Mr Hills wife is uncomfortable with him bringing up the subject; she was a friend of my ex-wife’s after all. I’m sure she’ll probably get on him about it later. I was afraid they would remain friends after the divorce and that would put a rift between me and Mr Hills, but her loyalties fell on me. I’m sure Mr Hills probably had something