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  Summertime Sneakout

  Alexa Riley

  Contents

  Summertime Sneakout

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Stalk the Author

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  Summertime Sneakout

  by Alexa Riley

  Tia’s family travels with the circus, and the second she could get away from them, she did. Growing up as a nomad had her longing for a home to call her own. When she finds Camp Hardwood, it’s the place of her dreams, and so is the man who stirs all her dark desires.

  Van has grown up at Camp Hardwood and plans on taking over from his parents one day. He hasn’t given much thought to falling in love, but one look at Tia and he’s making plans for the future.

  Warning: Sneaking out is the best part of camp, but it’s even better when these two do it. There’s lots of rope tying and submissive behavior from them that you’ll swoon over!

  For summer nights under the stars…

  Chapter 1

  Tia

  “Are you and Van doing the nasty and you just don’t wanna tell people?” Piper asks as she takes a bite of the breakfast burrito I made her.

  I have no idea how she can eat so much food in one sitting. She’s harder to keep full than some of the teenage boys running around here. I’m beginning to suspect she and Van are in a silent competition of who can eat more.

  “No,” I hiss at her, and she gives me a coy smile.

  She’s only teasing me, but I don’t need that rumor floating around. My face heats thinking about having sex with Van, but I can blame my rosy cheeks on the hot oven. Not that it matters because Van probably thinks that’s what I always look like since I blush when he’s within ten feet of me. He’s too handsome for his own good, but I wish it ended there. He’s sweet and charming and basically the whole package. I don’t know why he keeps teasing me, though, because he doesn’t do it with anyone else. He doesn’t touch anyone else either, so I wonder if he’s trying to see how red he can make my cheeks.

  “He’s telling people that.”

  I jerk my eyes up from the sheet of cookies and over to Piper. She swings her legs back and forth as she goes for another bite of her burrito. Her other hand rests on the small baby bump she’s trying to hide. I don’t know why because she’s tiny and that small bump is only going to get bigger. Especially at the rate she’s eating.

  We’re both in the staff kitchen alone right now, but Piper has a voice that can carry.

  When I applied to be a cook at Camp Hardwood I thought I’d be in the main cafeteria. I had no idea there were two kitchens. The main one feeds everyone but the second one is in the main lodge where the staff and counselors hang around. I still help in the main cafeteria if they need extra hands but I was moved to the kitchen after my first day. I prepare the weekly menu, but Mrs. Cyprus likes me here. I’m not complaining. In the staff kitchen I get to make more intricate meals and take the time to bake extra sweets for everyone. I was actually surprised how much trust she put in me so quickly. It’s also why I need to nip this Van thing in the bud. He is, after all, her son.

  “He’s saying that?” Even I can hear the high pitch of my voice as I drop the sheet of cookies down on the counter.

  I know Van has been going around telling people we’re together but we’re not. It all started when one of the counselors, Jack, asked me out as I was walking back to my cabin. I stood there shocked for a moment before Van appeared out of thin air. He threw his arm over my shoulder and told Jack I was his. I nodded in agreement, thinking Van was only saving me because he knew I was shy and Van is a stand-up guy. He’s always doing the right thing.

  I know I’m shy and so does everyone else. My face shows every emotion for the world to see, and after Jack saw what happened he looked pissed. I’m sure he walked away and found another counselor to mess around with because he’s always hooking up with someone. Van dropped his arm from around my shoulder and said I’ll give you some time to let that sink in before walking away. Let that sink in? I didn't understand it then and I still don’t understand it. But he’s still telling everyone we’re together and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that.

  “No, I just wanted to see your face,” Piper says around a mouth full of cookie.

  “You’re a brat,” I tell her, even as I make my way over to one of the giant refrigerators to get her a glass of milk.

  I know he wouldn’t tell people we were having sex. He might tell people we’re together but he’s not an asshole. He’s not the type of guy to go around bragging about who he’s banging, but Jack would. Plus, I’m pretty sure Van’s mom, Honey, would whip his ass if she found out he said that. She’s as sweet as her name, but Mrs. Cyprus has a bite to her when she needs it. She’s a mother bear not only when it comes to her son but to all the people around her too.

  I hand Piper the glass and she winks at me. She and I have become fast friends since we were paired up to share a cabin. At first I was a little worried she was as introverted as I am, but once she started talking she hasn’t stopped. She can carry on and on, but I don’t mind. I like having her to fill the silence while I cook.

  “He’s always watching you.” She smirks at me and I nod.

  I know because I don't have to look up to know when he’s around. I can feel his eyes on me and I can't help but wonder what he thinks when he sees me. I’m not like the other girls around here. Most of them are fit and athletic and trained to be lifeguards or hiking guides. I’m short and curvy and can eat just as much as Piper when I don’t stop myself. I can’t even stay out in the sun too long or I’ll burn to a crisp.

  “He’s being nice because of what happened with Jack,” I remind her, and myself. I’m not really his girl.

  “No, he’s straight up telling people you’re his girl.”

  My heart flutters at being anyone's anything.

  “Jack was asking Van about you last night.” Piper dips her cookie into the glass of milk and shrugs. “I guess Jack heard you say you’re not with Van the other day and wanted to see if he could hit you up.”

  I scrunch my nose at that news but remember saying it. I shouted it to Van right in front of his mom, but it had only been Mr. and Mrs. Cyprus, me, Piper, and Van in the kitchen at the time.

  Jack must have been close enough to hear me or something, but to be honest Jack could have been in the same room as Van and I wouldn’t have noticed. When Van is around he’s all I can think about.

  “And he said I was his girl again?” I hedge.

  Saying those words out loud does
things to me—things I shouldn't be thinking about. I might be shy, but my mind is dirtier than anyone I’ve ever met. I think about sex all the time and what filthy things I want Van to do to me. There’s so much I could never say out loud, but my kinky books give me fantasies that have a life of their own. I can’t control them, and like I said, Van is sweet. I don’t think he’d be into doing all the dirty things I imagine he would be, but that’s okay. Being with a sweet guy who treats me nice is enough. Right?

  Chapter 2

  Van

  “God, I need a blowjob.”

  I look over at Jack and roll my eyes as he scratches his crotch.

  “Fuck you, altar boy. I bet you’ve never had one.”

  He’s trying to bait me and I won’t take it. Jack’s favorite pastime is running his mouth. His second favorite is riling me up.

  “Once you get your dick wet there’s no going back.” He leans back in the chair and puts his hands behind his head like he’s trying to get a tan.

  I want to tell him we all know he’s never gotten past first base and the closest he came to getting his dick wet was when he peed on himself at the high dive. But telling him that would only piss him off and cause a fight. I’m in no mood for his shit today but I’m not ready to kick his ass either.

  Jack is a new hire my parents picked up on the recommendation of another counselor. He’s been good with wilderness preparation and trailblazing, but mostly because he can do those in solitude. As soon as he gets around the other male counselors he’s bragging about all his sexual exploits.

  He’s right that I haven’t had a blowjob. But that doesn’t make me so innocent. In fact, I keep my mouth shut about it because the things I want to do are nothing I want to speak into existence. Some of the urges I feel are better left unsaid and kept in the dark corners of my mind.

  Instantly the image of Tia bent over with her hands tied behind her back fills my mind and I have to push it away. She’s so sweet and innocent that I’d have to be careful with her. She deserves a gentle touch from a kind man and I can be that for her. No matter what my urges beg me to do.

  “Did you check the ropes?” I ask as I clip carabiners to the ropes course bags.

  “Twice, and then had extra loaded into the truck.”

  Why can’t he be good at his job and not a complete douchebag about women? I’ve already talked to Mom about him several times and she’s got someone coming to take his place. We’re just waiting on them to finish their trip out West before they can get here. I can’t get Jack off Camp Hardwood property soon enough.

  As I put the packs on the truck I think about Tia and wonder what she’s doing. I check my watch and try to calculate if I’ve got time to go by the kitchen before I have to take the packs to the group rope climbing today and then remember I’ve got Jackass with me. No way am I voluntarily taking him anywhere near her.

  My phone vibrates and I see it’s an email about my online classes. Last week after I talked to my parents I signed up for the online vet program. I got lucky and was accepted right away because I can do my clinical and lab hours in town. I’m excited to be able to not only help out at Camp Hardwood but do something that I love.

  I’ve always been the one to take care of the horses and other animals we keep on property. We’ve got a couple dozen chickens we keep for eggs, and a few falcons we use for training with the kids. Every now and again we’ll have a few stray dogs or cats show up and we welcome them to the family. But on one rare occasion we had a mountain lion get a little too close to camp. Moose helped us out with that and he hasn’t been back since, but I wondered what it would be like to treat one if it came in injured.

  “Take these up to Rocky Ridge. I’m going to run by the stables,” I say to Jack as I close the back of the truck.

  “Tell Tia hi for me,” he drops casually as he walks by me and gets in the cab.

  I want to reach in and pull him out by his neck for uttering her name, but he’s kicking up dirt and tearing down the path before I can stop him.

  I’m pissed not only because he’s thinking about her, but because he’s right. Yes, I’m using the trip to the stables as an excuse to see her, but why wouldn’t I? I know she thinks I’m kidding when I tell everyone she’s mine, but it’s not a joke.

  The first time I saw those dark eyes, I knew I never wanted to look anywhere else for as long as I lived. Then the thoughts of what I’d do to her began to spiral, to a place inside me I didn’t know existed.

  I get on the Gator and take the path to the stables. On the way I pass the employee kitchen, and without telling my arms to do it, they make the turn into the parking area. I jump out and take the steps two at a time like I’m rushing into a burning building to save Tia. There’s always this urgency to get back to her whenever I have to be away and I wonder if that will ever stop over time. If my parents are any indication then it’s not likely.

  I stop when I get to the door and see her. She’s alone, which is rare, because Piper is usually in there with her, eating. But I think that’s what pregnant women do, so I’m surprised she isn’t here now.

  I take a moment to look at Tia and watch her work. I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest. She’s got a big mixing bowl in front of her with a wooden spoon and something that looks like chocolate batter inside of it.

  “See something you like?” Tia asks without looking up.

  “You bet I do.” I see her cheeks deepen to a shade of scarlet and I wonder if her ass would be the same pretty color after I spanked it.

  She looks up at me and I swear to God it’s like she’s seeing straight to my soul. I clear my throat and push those thoughts from me as I walk into the kitchen.

  “Where’s Piper?” I ask as I move up behind her and look down in the bowl. “And what are you making?”

  I hear the smile in her voice as she stirs and looks back at me. “She went to take a nap, and these are brownies for tonight.”

  “It smells so good already.” I lean in close as I brace my hands on the counter on either side of her. I breathe deep and catch the scent of vanilla and chocolate and wonder if Tia tastes like it too.

  “Thanks.” Her breath catches when I dip my finger into the batter before I bring it up to my lips.

  I make a meal out of licking it clean while never taking my eyes off of hers. For a moment we’re locked in on one another and I can feel the sexual tension between us about to snap. But before I can say a word she blinks and then pushes past me.

  She grabs a pan off a nearby shelf and turns her back to me while she pours the brownie mix into it. “You really shouldn’t eat raw batter, it can make you sick.”

  “I’ll take my chances for a taste of that any day of the week.” When she looks over her shoulder I shrug and smile. “And twice on Sunday.”

  I grab the water bottle she had sitting next to her and take a drink as she walks back over next to me.

  “Just twice?” She smirks when I nearly choke on the water and shake my head. She’s never made such a bold comment to me before and I didn’t see it coming.

  “Are you flirting with me?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she shrugs, putting the empty bowl in the sink. “I’m not complaining.”

  She has her back to me again as she washes the dishes and I wonder if it’s easier for her to talk to me this way.

  “Why do you tell everyone I’m yours?”

  “Because you are,” I say simply, but she doesn’t look at me. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I don’t know if I could, and it wouldn’t make her any less mine.

  “No.” Her voice is so soft I almost don’t catch it.

  “No?” I repeat, not because I didn’t hear her, but because I want to hear it again.

  She turns around and smiles at me and then shakes her head slightly.

  “How long do those cook for?” I ask, nodding to the brownies.

  “They’re no-bake, so they just go in the fridge.”

  “So you were j
ust yanking my chain on the raw eggs?” I kind of like that she was teasing me.

  “Maybe.” She winks at me as she takes the pan and puts it in the cooler.

  “If you’re finished with that, come with me. I want to show you something.”

  I hold out my hand and for a half a second I think she might not take it. But my heart leaps in my throat when she does and I pull her close.

  “Where are we going?” she asks as we walk out of the kitchen.

  “To the stables.”

  Chapter 3

  Tia

  This is a bad idea, I think to myself as I watch Van tend to the stall. He brought me out here to see Sweetpea, the new baby foal. I’m excited to see her but I keep thinking of all the dirty things Van and I could do out here in the barn all by ourselves.

  I try and focus on Sweetpea and watch Van brush her. He’s always out here working with the animals. I remember the day the foal was born because I was wondering where Van was. He hadn't stopped by that night to get something to eat and in my silly mind I thought maybe he was out on a date or had snuck out with one of the other counselors. I’d been extra salty that night and Piper was quick to point it out. Then the next day I heard where he’d been and thought it was actually really sweet.

  I pet the foal, a little jealous she’s going to know what love is her whole life. I look over at Van who’s petting the mama horse and he’s saying something to her I can’t hear. The horse leans its head into Van and he gives her a soft stroke along her cheek. I jerk my eyes away because my mind goes to him running those hands over my skin after I did something he liked. God, what is wrong with me?