Cameron
I lay there with Sierra wrapped in my arms, cuddled up against me as tight as she could be. The sheets were torn off the bed and the phone and lamp were knocked over on the floor. We had amazing sex. Not once, not twice, but three times in the couple of hours we were in the hotel room. My fingers caressed her bare skin and I was the happiest man in the world. Sierra Adams told me that she loved me. Hearing those words come from her were nothing but sweet music to my ears. I was so in love with her and I was never going to let her go. She lifted her head and gave me a soft kiss on my lips.
“You taste good.” She smiled.
“You taste better.”
“I want you to know that I went to Danny’s Tacos and had a burrito.”
“You did?”
“Yep. I missed you so much that going there helped me feel closer to you, if that makes any sense.”
“It does, babe. It makes perfect sense. By the way, how did your meeting go with that ballroom dance company?”
“It didn’t go well. She wasn’t impressed. Right before I left to come here, I went to her hotel room and said a few things to her.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle because I could just see her doing that. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“It’s fine. It’s her loss, not mine. And, by the way, you have our living room to remodel.”
“Ours?” I asked.
She lifted herself up and looked at me. “Yes, ours. That’s if you’ll move to L.A. and move in with me.”
“Back in the guest house?” I smiled.
“No! The main house.”
“That means you’ll have to share your closet.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and made the cutest face. “Oh. That’s something we’ll have to discuss later. My closet is my—”
I put my finger over her lips. “Shh, babe. I know and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“We have another problem,” she said.
“What problems could we possibly have?”
“Did you forget that your parents think I’m a Starbucks lesbian barista and my mom thinks you’re an escort I hired for sex?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I guess we’ll have to tell them the truth because I’m not going to have a lesbian girlfriend.”
“Boom! Another shock for Delia!” She smiled.
“My brother’s wedding is this weekend. Are you going to be okay staying here a few more days?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because of the cell phone service issue.”
“Fuck work. I’m on vacation. Kirsty can handle things. I’m not worried.”
I smiled as I placed my hand around the nape of her neck and brought her lips to mine, starting round four.
Sierra
Cameron was still in the shower and I was looking through my suitcase for an outfit. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and, when I realized what the white furry thing was, I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped on the bed. Cameron came running from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“What’s wrong?!”
“THERE’S A MOUSE IN HERE!”
“Where?”
“I think it went under the bed. OH MY GOD, do something! There it is!” I screamed again as it scurried out from under the bed and went under the desk. He grabbed a glass from the nightstand and put it over the furry little creature.
“There. I’ll call the desk and have someone come get him.”
“We’re leaving right now. I am not getting off this bed until that door is open and we leave.”
“Sierra, he’s trapped. It’s okay.”
“No. It’s not okay. Hurry up and get dressed. Hurry!”
I knelt down on the bed, grabbed my shorts and top, and zipped up my suitcase. Cameron went back in the bathroom, collected our things, threw them in his bag, and quickly got dressed. He grabbed my suitcase and opened the door.
“Come on, babe.”
“Hell, no. I am not stepping one foot on that floor. You come and carry me out that door.”
Cameron laughed. “Are you serious? He’s trapped.”
“I don’t care. Carry me!” I snapped.
He walked over to the bed and held out his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me out of the room. Before he put me down, he brushed his lips against mine.
“You’re crazy, but I still love you.” He smiled.
“You better. Now we need to find a better hotel, even if we have to travel far.”
“We can stay at my house. You’ll sleep in my bed and my parents will have to deal with it.”
“No. We won’t be able to have crazy wild sex and, believe me, I’m nowhere finished with you.”
“Right. Start googling,” he said as he put me down.
I climbed into the car, trying to calm down from my near heart attack and pulled up a non-list of luxury hotels. What the hell is wrong with this place? I ran across an ad for a Smoky Mountain Mansion that was only five miles away from Cameron’s house. Now, we’re talking! I dialed the number as Cameron climbed into the SUV.
“Hello, I would like to rent your place for the next few days…I see… No, I want the house to myself.”
Cameron looked over at me. Poor guy was so confused.
“Well, I’m sorry, but a single room isn’t an option. I will pay you triple of what you’re asking for the rest of the week if my boyfriend and I can have the whole house to ourselves, plus a nonrefundable deposit. How does that sound?”
I smiled when the man on the other end of the phone agreed to my terms. “I knew you’d see things my way. We’ll be by shortly. Can you please send me the address?”
“What was all that about?” Cameron asked.
“I rented us a small house. Here’s the address. It’s only five miles from your parents’ house. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves and complete privacy.”
“I know these small houses around here, Sierra, and I’m not so sure you’ll be happy.”
I smiled as I looked over and pinched his cheek. “I’ll be happy, honey.”
The GPS told Cameron to make a left turn into the driveway. “This can’t be right. This damn GPS took us to the wrong place.”
I took in a deep breath. “No, this is the right place,” I said.
“Sierra, this is a mansion. You said you rented a small house.”
We got out of the SUV and I stood in front of the large house and smiled. “Isn’t it perfect?”
“Leave it up to you to find something like this in this small-ass town,” he said as he shook his head.
The man I spoke with on the phone, known as Blake, walked out and met us in the driveway. He led us into the house and into the kitchen, where I had to sign a rental agreement.
“Would you like me to show you around?” Blake asked.
“No, thank you. We can show ourselves around.” I smiled.
He handed me the keys and left.
“I can’t believe you did this. Wait; actually, I can believe it,” he said as he followed me around.
“Look at this amazing house, Cam. This is way better than any hotel.” There were open stairs to a lower level. I walked down them and gasped.
“Look, we have a pool table.” I smiled as I climbed on top of it.
“Okay, you’ve convinced me.” Cameron smiled as he held my face in his hands.