Sharing A Tent

Neither Kaylee nor Troy want to spend time together, but with the pending marriage of her mother to his father, they've been convinced to go on a camping trip in order to learn how to get along. The close quarters of the single tent bring unexpected passions to the surface, but will it last for longer than one night?

Excerpt:
“Only one tent?”

“Fuck if I want to put up another one.” Troy stripped of his t-shirt, using the cotton to swipe at the sweat rolling down the sides of his face.

I tried not to look at his body. “I could do it myself. I’m not completely helpless.”

He gave me a look that made it clear that he didn’t believe me. “Then why didn’t you bring a tent?”

“For the same reason you’re acting like such an ass. Neither of us wants to be here.”

“Too true.” Muttering something under his breath, he walked off.

Ugh. He was impossible.

Annoyingly good-looking too. But what was most aggravating about his looks had always been the fact that he knew he looked good. And had the arrogant confidence when it came to flirting with women to prove it.

Not that he would ever flirt with me.

Not that I wanted him to.

I was all too-aware that I wasn’t his type. And he certainly wasn’t mine. I liked nice guys. Not conceited assholes whose egos were so huge, it was a miracle that their swollen heads didn’t send them toppling over.

Besides. His father was going to be marrying my mom in a few months. This camping trip had been their idea. Certain that if Troy and I just spent some time alone together, we would actually begin to like each other.

Or at the very least, we would find a way to get along well enough that we wouldn’t kill each other in middle of the wedding ceremony.

My soon-to-be stepbrother tossed a couple of sleeping bags into the tent. The sun gleaming off his sweaty skin, highlighting the muscles of his powerful, beautiful body.

Ugh.

I needed to stop looking at him like this. Had to remind myself of just who he was. If he figured out that I was actually attracted to him—even if I didn’t want to be—then I was sure that would inflate his ego to no end.

I forced myself to turn away and began clearing a low depression that had been left behind by a previous camper. Once cleaned up and deepened a little more, it would make a perfect fire pit.

True, we had a camp stove and wouldn’t be depending on logs to make a fire.

But at least it was something to do.

Something that might prove to him that I wasn’t totally useless.

As I worked, Troy emerged from the tent, holding what looked to be a pile of cloth in his hand. “I’m going for a swim before it gets too late.”

I nodded without looking at him.

Certain that if he saw my face, he would see the unwitting thoughts that had sprung into my head at his words. I had looked at the maps earlier and knew that there was a lake not far from our campsite.

A perfect place for a bath.

I tried to push the images of him bathing from my head. I had to stop what I was doing, my breath coming short and I pressed my thighs together to control the pulsing beat that had taken up residence in my pussy.

I was still a virgin, but I understood what that meant.

It was similar enough to the sensations I’d felt when I had made myself cum with my fingers, for me to know that I was turned on.

By Troy, of all people.