Chapter 248

I wasn’t sure what woke me up at first, but then a second knock at the door to the cabin brought me out of the deep, booze- and exhaustion-inspired sleep I had been in. The fact that I was liberally smothered in naked lady bodies made it hard to get up, the pure darkness of the room since someone had ended up turning the light off, and the edge of a hangover all made me send a spiteful thought at the door.

“Who is it?” I croaked.

Becca cracked open the door. “It’s me.”

I immediately felt bad about the hate I’d been thinking in her direction.

“Come in,” Cassidy murmured.

Becca entered, closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a light sweater and jean shorts. “Sorry to wake you,” she said, coming over to the side of the bed. Then she hesitated as she saw four bodies instead of what I assumed were the three she expected. “Oh. Well, that explains some things.”

“Strip down, get in,” Cassidy groaned, reaching out to Becca over Cattie to take her hand. Cattie groaned and snuggled closer to me, smacking her lips lightly in her sleep.

“I ... want to,” Becca said. “But I need Robbie. We need to get the boats moving.”

Wanda rolled away from me on the other side of the bed, reaching over the side and then rolling back and throwing something at Becca, hitting her in the face with a bra. “Shush,” Wanda grunted. “Too early.”

“I can go ask Ami,” Becca said with a chuckle.

“No, no,” I said, slowly shifting out from under the girls. “I’ll do it.”

Wanda let out a little whine as I pulled away, and Cattie held on to me until I kissed her partially awake and she let go. Cassidy, the most awake of the three, shifted to let me up and caught me in a kiss of her own before I climbed down the length of the bed. Cassidy took my spot and soon all three of the girls were spooning and falling back asleep.

“I’ll wait in the kitchen,” Becca said, slipping out.

I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt before stepping into the washroom and closing the door before I turned on the light. I had to wince away from the yellow-white glare as I splashed water on my face and then found the Tylenol Cassidy packed and took a couple to ward off the hangover headache that I could feel building.

Leaving with the lights off, I stepped out of the cabin and went to find Becca.

“Good morning, girlie,” I said as I approached her. She’d been drinking from a water bottle but set it down to enter my arms and kiss me deeply. She shook her head during the kiss and hummed ‘Mmm-mm,’ in response to the nickname.

I pulled away an inch. “Good morning, daisy,” I said and then kissed her again. Another shake of the head and grunt. “Good morning, sweetcakes.” This time I got a snort and a slap on the arm and we both pulled away chuckling.

“Is that one referring to my tits or my ass?” she asked.

“ ... Yes?” I hedged.