Page 43 of Hot Summer Nights

We all still live in California. Elodie and Hayes both graduated and Hayes has opened his own garage along with his friends. Knox bought them the house right down the street from us because he knew how much I wanted to be close to my sister. The kids love having them close too.

Knox’s company has only grown over the last five years. We now have hotels all over the world and we’re adding more every year.

I still work for Knox, though I don’t go into the office as much as I used to. These days, I spend most of my time at home with the twins. They’re about to start preschool soon and I’m looking forward to spending more time with my husband.

We’re on our anniversary trip now. Knox took me back to Bora Bora, back to the hotel that we stayed at the first time we were here. Knox bought it the week after we got back to the States. He said that he wanted to own the place that we first fell in love so that we could go back anytime that we wanted.

This is the first time that we’ve been back since. The pregnancy with the twins was a bit rough and I was on bed rest for the last couple of months. Then once Malcolm and Mallory were born, we didn’t want to travel that far with them.

I was missing this place though, so Knox surprised me by clearing the whole resort out for the weekend. Now it’s just the two of us here in paradise.

What more could a girl ask for?

“What did you want to do first?” Knox whispers in my ear, and I shiver as I grin.

“Let’s see if the bed is as comfortable as I remember, shall we?”

Knox just grins down at me as he leads me over and pushes me backward.

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HIS FIREWORK

ONE

Ember

I stripthe dirty sheet off of cabin twelve’s bed as I bop my head to the music blaring from the portable speaker. I’ve been up since 6 AM, cleaning cabins and checking out guests. My mom and I run a cabin rental agency up in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Most days, I don’t mind working here. I get to be in nature and for the most part, the work is easy. Then there are days like today, when I’m sick of being stuck here in this tiny town, with my mother. I want to travel and see the world, see more than just the view off this mountain.

Unfortunately for me, we barely make enough money all year to keep this place running. Rumor has it that there’s some developers looking at building a resort nearby and if that happens, we’ll be out of business for sure. I’m not sure if I’m rooting for them to build it or not.

I finish changing the sheets on the bed and throw the dirty ones on the back of the gator. I wipe down the kitchen counters and tidy up the throw pillows on the couch. I take one last look around cabin twelve before I walk out, locking the door behind me. I wipe my hands off on my cutoff jean shorts and tug down my worn t-shirt. My scuffed and worn tennis shoes kick up dirt on the path as I head to the gator parked outside the cabin.

I hop up into the gator and head to cabin seven, the last cabin I have to clean today. I speed along the path and pull up in the little drive out front of the cabin. I hop out of the gator, making quick work of grabbing my supplies and the speaker before unlocking the door and getting to work.

I’ve been cleaning the cabins for as long as I can remember and I have a pretty good method down now. My mom always says I’m lazy and a promiscuous girl. She thinks that by keeping me busy and working hard, I’ll be able to cure my evil ways. I want to roll my eyes at her every time she calls me lazy. I’ve been practically running this place since I was thirteen. If either of us is lazy, it’s her. She runs the desk while I clean the cabins in the morning. She spends the days answering the phone and watching soap operas.

As far as being promiscuous, well, I don’t think her plan to work me to the bone is helping with that. I lay awake at night, touching myself and thinking up dirty fantasies. When I was fourteen, I found the romance section at the local library and I’ve been checking out books ever since. The library is pretty small and the romance section isn’t very big. I think I’ve read every book there at least four times.

Lucky for her, and unfortunately for me, there’s no one in town that I have ever wanted to act out those fantasies with. The boys who live in town are just that, boys. They have no idea what they want to do with their lives or how to treat a girl. Their idea of a good date is going down to the local bar and shooting pool.

I smile as I think about the last boy who asked me out. Pete is a good guy who works at the mechanic shop in town. He’s always been kind to me and we’ve hung out as friends before in school but he’s happy to settle down here on this mountain and never leave. He doesn’t understand my desire to get out of this place and see more of the world.

I unlock cabin seven and set my speaker down on the kitchen counter, making my way into the bathroom to collect the used towels and hang up fresh ones. Luckily, cabin seven is only for two people instead of a family, like cabin twelve. It will only take me a quarter of the time to clean. I strip off the sheets on the queen size bed and throw everything in a pile by the front door. I plug the vacuum in and quickly do the floors, moving chairs and furniture out of the way as I go. Once that’s done, I grab the toilet bowl cleaner and bathroom spray, cleaning the bathroom quickly.

I only have to make the bed and clean the little kitchen and then I’ll be done. I grab the spray and spritz the counters and the stove, wiping it down and checking the fridge for any leftover food. It’s empty so I just wipe the fridge shelves and door down before moving onto the microwave, doing the same to it.

I throw my dirty cloth in the laundry pile, scooping it all up and bringing it out to the gator. I grab the clean sheets and comforter and head back into the cabin. I’m making the bed when I hear the door open.

“Yeah, I just got to my cabin. I know. I know. I will. Ok. Bye.”

I only hear one person so this guy must be talking on the phone. I hear him toss something and I poke my head around the corner to see a strong man running his hands through his thick, wavy, dark brown hair. His back is to me so I can’t see his face but I let my eyes take in his back, running down from the top of his head, over his strong back and tight ass, and down his thick legs. He’s in shape, that much is obvious. My mouth starts to water and I can’t stop the image of this man on top of me, thrusting and rutting inside of me. I lick my lips and at that moment he turns around and spots me. His blue eyes widen at the sight of me and I try to smile at him, to put him at ease.

He’s gorgeous with a strong, defined jawline and high cheekbones. A straight nose sits between his piercing blue eyes. His thick eyebrows are still raised and his lush lips are slightly parted as he takes me in.

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