Cameron
I sat there in disbelief as Sierra bankrupted all of us and owned every piece of property on the board. My dad walked over and shook his head.
“Maybe you should be in the corporate business, little lady.”
She looked over at me and winked. It was the first time in a long time that I lost. She drank the last bit of wine that was in her glass and said that she was heading up to bed. Jolene jumped up and said she was heading up to bed too. She seemed really excited to have a roommate.
I took off my pants and shirt and tossed them on the dresser. As I climbed into bed, I took my phone and sent a text message to Sierra.
“Can you come to my room?”
“Already there.”
She slowly opened the door and stepped inside, making sure to close it quietly behind her. I lifted the covers and she climbed in, sitting up with her back against the headboard.
“You totally rocked that game.”
“You need to remember where I come from.”
“I let you win.” I smiled.
“You did not. It was all perfectly strategized on my part. Can we have sex?” she blurted out.
“I don’t know. With you being a lesbian and all.”
She laughed as I grabbed her hands when she went to smack me.
“Take off that nightshirt and get down here.” I smiled.
She quickly lifted her nightshirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. She positioned her body perfectly against mine so we were spooning. The more her naked flesh pressed against mine, the harder I became.
“Feel that?” I asked as I pressed my erection against her bare ass. “If you want this, then you have to be quiet.”
“I’m always quiet.” She giggled.
“I beg to differ,” I whispered as I cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands and pushed myself until I was deep inside her.
Once we were finished, she sat up, put on her nightshirt, and kissed my lips. “Thanks for the booty call and Happy Birthday.” She winked.
“Anytime, babe. Happy Birthday to you.” I winked back.
She quietly left the room and, as I lay there, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted her every day and how much I wanted her to need me. She was becoming an addiction and that was something I didn’t ask for.
****
Sierra
I couldn’t sleep. Not only did I feel like an egg sizzling on the sidewalk in the damn heat, but the loud snore that came from little Jolene was obnoxious. I took my phone from the nightstand and looked at it. Not one single happy birthday text. Are you fucking kidding me? As I looked closer, I noticed I had no service, zero, zilch. Damn country. I looked at the time. It was five forty-five. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I popped a k-cup in the Keurig and, once it brewed, I took it outside on the patio. I jumped when I saw Cameron sitting in one of the chairs.
“Shit!” I quietly yelled as some coffee spilled from the cup. “I didn’t know anyone was out here.”
He got up and handed me a napkin. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You just startled me.”
“Happy Birthday.” He smiled as his lips brushed against mine.
“Thank you. Happy Birthday to you. Why are you up so early?”
“Why are you?”
“I’ll tell you why. Your sister saws logs all night and it’s as hot as a camel standing in the middle of a desert.”
“Huh?” he said.
I gave him a wave of my hand and sat down in the chair next to him.
“Why are you up and out here so early?”
“I love being out here with my coffee and watching the morning fog rise off the lake. It’s so peaceful and it’s enough to make you really think about life.”
Suddenly, my phone started blowing up. Service must have finally kicked in. I had over a hundred text messages from everyone wishing me a happy birthday, including one from Ava with a picture of us from last year’s birthday celebration. Cameron smiled as he took the phone out of my hand and set it down on the table.
“Enjoy this view while it lasts.”
I didn’t want to enjoy the view. I wanted to read all my text messages and emails. The service was sketchy up here and I didn’t know when I’d get it back. There was a text message that came through and caught my attention. It was from Ryan.
“Happy Birthday, Sierra. I just thought I’d let you know that I’ve moved back to Los Angeles. Maybe we can catch up some time.”
I needed to take in a deep breath because I couldn’t believe the nerve of that asshole. How dare he fucking text me. HOW. DARE. HE.
****
Cameron drove us to the marina. I looked around and was really confused because this marina didn’t look like the marinas back in Los Angeles. Where were the big, exciting boats? I started to worry. Cameron took my hand and led me to the dock where a boat was sitting. He climbed on and turned around and looked at me when I stopped.
“What’s wrong? Climb in.”
“What’s this?” I asked with a smile.
“It’s a fishing boat. We’re going fishing.”
I was confused because he never said a word about fishing. “No, we’re not. We’re going to spend the day on a boat. A real boat.”
“Sierra, this is a real boat and we are spending the day on it. We’re going to fish. I’m teaching you how to fish!” He smiled.
The fake smile that was plastered to my face stayed. “I don’t fish. I hate fish. I won’t even eat fish. When you said we were spending the day on the boat, I thought you meant, like, drinking and basking in the sun.”
“This is a lake. A beautiful, peaceful lake. Not an ocean. This lake is meant to enjoy fishing and that’s what we’re going to do. Now get your sweet ass in here so we can go.” He smiled.
“No,” I said as I folded my arms.
“No? Really, Sierra?”
He stepped out of the boat like he was mad and walked over to me, picked me up, and carried me onto the boat.
“No. This was not my idea of a boat trip,” I said, kicking.
“Yeah, well, it’s wasn’t my idea to take ballroom dancing lessons and wear those stupid shoes. But I did it anyway for you. So you will do this for me and you will like it!”
I sat down on the seat and looked at him. He was really hot when he was being authoritative. I was getting turned on, but I didn’t let him know that. I was mad at him, no matter how sexy he was.
“Here,” he said as he handed me a brown paper bag.
I grabbed it out of his hand, opened it, and pulled out a bottle of tequila and a plastic glass.
“I figured you would need and want that,” he said as he untied the boat and we began to take off across the lake.
“Thank you, but I’m still mad.”
“That’s okay, Sierra. You can be mad all you want. In fact, sit there in silence if you wish. I’m going to do some fishing. It’s been a long time since I was out here and I miss it. Maybe, just maybe, if you opened your eyes to the other side of life, instead of being so caught up in your material world, you’d appreciate life a little more and you’d see the beauty in things you never knew existed.”
I rolled my eyes. How dare him. What the hell was the matter with these guys? Whatever. I was just going to get my tequila on and soak up the sun. My phone chimed with a text message from Royce.
“Happy Birthday, sexy. If you’re around, I’d love to give you your birthday gift. It’s about ten orgasms wrapped up in a new toy I acquired. How about it?”
Right now, that sounded good. I could go for George giving me ten orgasms. Oh yeah. I forgot. I was in the middle of a lake, being held captive, and forced to look at slimy fish.
“Sorry, Royce. I’m in North Carolina on a fishing boat. Go me!”
“Sounds dreadful. I’m sorry you got yourself into that situation. We’ll fuck when you get back. Call me and Happy Birthday.”
Cameron got out his fishing rod and lures. He stopped the boat in the middle of the lake and cast his reel out into the water. I stood up and took off the sun dress I was wearing, revealing the bikini I had on underneath. I sipped on my tequila and closed my eyes, taking in the hot rays of the sun. I was startled and grabbed the side of the boat as Cameron jumped up and started to reel in his rod.
“Look at that beauty!” He smiled as he dangled his rod with the fish he caught in front of me.
“Get that thing away from me!” I said as I fell onto the floor.
He laughed. “Come on, Sierra. It’s only a fish.”
“I HATE FISH! I already told you that. They creep me out.”
He took the fish off the hook and threw it back into the water, then he held out his hand and helped me up.
“I’m sorry.” He chuckled.
“It just tickles me pink that you find my fears so amusing.”
He cocked his head as his eyes traveled from my head down to my toes. “You look extra sexy in that bikini.”
“Save it for the fish.” I scowled.
Cameron sighed and went back to fishing while I went back to drinking my tequila, trying to forget how miserable this birthday was becoming.