Page 35 of Coiled Tight
“Yes, of course.” The woman—Sheryl—gave us a sweet smile that said she either thought of us as related or she was used to cowboys passing by on the way to Saddle Up. I knew some of the guys went there a few days early to set up more properly, but I stressed out enough being away for two weeks, and my stand was easy enough to put up. “Here, have the keys. It’s the last door. Sometimes the lock is a bit hard to work, but it does work, I assure you.”
Fantastic.
“That’s fine, Sheryl, thank you.”
My priority was to herd Cam out of there before he attempted to say anything else that would make him implodeafter he got some actual rest. I was already preparing for the possible aftermath when he realized just how much he’d opened up in his attempt to fill the silence of the truck.
Not that I could do much to avoid it or make it better.
I didn’t understand why he’d be anxious about it, anyway. No, I wasn’t going to condone every action he’d taken—learned that lesson with Roy—but… He had a good heart. The animals knew it, and so did everyone else who spent a day with him.
Iknew it.
At least, even though I had to throw my entire weight against the door to jam it open, the bedwasbig. We might not have a dozen fluffy pillows in either of the two wardrobes rammed against the door, but sharing wouldn’t immediately become the most uncomfortable thing.
“Wanna start unpacking while I shower?”
Another bonus that made me more eager to dismiss the issue with the one-bed scenario was that the bathroom was en-suite. No running off through a creepy hallway, praying that there would be nothing untoward happening in the communal space.
“I can do.”
It was for the best that I let him take control of whatever was making his heart race. Mostly because the only way I could think of right now to get him off the ledge was to lean into that Daddy persona that had already come out more than it had any business doing during the trip.
Boundaries were shaky as fuck already, not in small part because of my lack of restraint during this first wave of the trip.
And I had two more days of keeping it together.
Cam was off limits.
thirteen
cam
Road trip.
Only one bed.
Saúl was a Daddy.
A mean one, but a Daddy nonetheless.
Those were the lines running havoc through my head as I stared at the very unpacked suitcases while the shower ran.
I was so dead.
Funnily enough, just like my phone. In the midst of my panic, I went to unlock it because why wouldn’t I add some salt to the wound, right? If Kara had replied, that would’ve been the cherry on top. Except I came to find out that my phone was dead, so now not only I couldn’t check if all my fears would be proven true—that she hated me and wanted nothing to do with me and she told me I deserved every bit of karma I got for the next decade—I could come up with a hundred scenarios and I wouldn’t know if I’d hit the jackpot with any of them until my phone was back to working.
A smarter person would wonder why on Earth I wasn’t opening the suitcases then, where the chargers were, and therefore the answer to all my problems. The issue with that logic?A smarter person wouldn’t have agreed to come here in the first place, because they’d know how to say no and resist puppy eyes given by a Dom.
Seriously. Everyone talked about subs trying to get out of shit with puppy eyes with varying levels of success, but no one talked about Doms doing it.
The hypocrisy.
And, hey, eventually, I did it. Was I propelled by the sound of the water turning off, and sheer anxiety that meant I rushed through it without barely breathing? Well, yeah. I’d just finished shoving my things inside the drawer when he came out of the bathroom, and by the reflection in the mirror, I only looked mildly winded.
Now that I thought about it, I didn’t know why we were even unpacking. Well, toiletries and chargers and that, I understood, but we were just spending the night.
Unless he’d meant to unpack just those essentials, and he was going to hate me come morning when he realized I’d taken the order too literally.
