Authors: Jordyn McKenzie
Tyed to You (15 page)
“Want me to put some more wood on the fire?”
“No, unless you plan on staying up longer; I think I’m gonna turn in.” I stood and stretched, then shivered again.
I walked over to Tasha’s tent, picked up my duffle bag and then went to Damien’s tent, unzipped the door, and poked my head inside. Parker was snoring softly in a lump off to one side. I crept in and, taking a closer look at Parker to make sure he was asleep, I peeled off my jeans and pulled on my sweatpants. Then I shimmied out of my bra from under my shirt, tucked it in my bag, and went to crawl into Corey’s sleeping bag. The zipper was stuck. Fuck.
I was still fighting with it when Damien entered the tent. “Problem?”
“Yes! The goddamn zipper’s stuck.”
He took the bag from me and tried for a couple of minutes to get the zipper to budge, but no dice. I sighed. “Whatever, I’ll make it work somehow.” I began to wriggle my way down into the bag through the snug opening.
Damien shrugged. “Up to you. You’re welcome to snuggle in with me if you want,” he offered with a grin as he peeled off his shirt. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, revealing his boxer-briefs. Backlit by the dimming glow from the fire outside the tent, he cast an impressive figure, and a rather sexy one at that.
Realising I’d stared a second too long, I whipped my face to the side. “Jesus, Damien! Warn a girl first!” I exclaimed in a lame attempt to cover my staring.
He snorted. “It’s not like I’m naked. You’ve seen me in shorts a hundred times, how is this different?”
How indeed. “I don’t know. It’s…your underwear. You’ve seen me in my swimsuit, but I’m not going to strip down to my panties in front of you.”
“And that’s a damn shame,” he replied, plopping down next to me on his sleeping bag. The light was dim, but I could see the smirk on his face. In the close quarters of the tent, the atmosphere between us was changing rapidly.
“Can you two assholes keep it down?” Parker groused from the corner.
Damien reached across me and slapped the lap of Parker’s sleeping bag, a quick rap of his knuckles with the back of his hand. “Ow! What the fuck, dickhead?” Parker sat up, clutching his jewels as I snuggled down into Corey’s bag, giggling.
“Watch who you’re calling an ‘asshole’,” Damien grumbled.
“Fuck you, you
are
an asshole, smacking me on the dick like that.”
Damien ignored Parker, stretching out on his sleeping bag to face me. “Now, before we were so rudely interrupted, I believe you were talking about stripping down to your underwear.”
“Aaaand I’m up,” Parker said as he rolled onto his side and propped his head on one hand, suddenly taking more interest in our conversation.
“Uh,
no
, I most certainly was not!” Like I was going to strip down in front of these two horny jokers. Right.
“Chicken?” Damien goaded, raising an eyebrow at me in challenge.
“Seriously, Damien. What are we, sixteen years old and playing Truth or Dare, or something? Come on.”
“Sure. Let’s play Truth or Dare.”
About the Author
By day, she works a 9-ish-to-5-ish desk job. When night falls, and the house is quiet and calm, she puts pencil to paper, fingers to keyboard, and hoists her Freak Flag as high as it will go.
Having dabbled in writing since her t’weens, a recently realised knack for telling a titillating tale spurred Jordyn’s decision to share her talent with the world. Strong, sassy women, roughneck men, and snarky dialogue are Jordyn’s speciality. Her number one goal—to entertain YOU, dear reader.
Jordyn enjoys good wine, better whisky, and the occasional belly laugh with her best friends; not necessarily in that order, but even better when they’re all combined.
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