Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I stood up too, thankful my shorts weren’t tented.
“What’s on the agenda today?” he asked.
“First, I’m going to make you Josh’s World Famous Omelets. Then I figured we could go to Chimney Rock Park.”
“I looked that up. Seems pretty incredible,” Griff said as we went inside. “But you don’t have to make me breakfast.”
“I know, but don’t argue. I don’t make Josh’s World Famous Omelets often or for just anyone. I wouldn’t want to rob you of that experience. It might actually make your whole trip.” It was strange how much I wanted this vacation to be special for Griff. There wasn’t anything the guy wouldn’t do for other people. He spent his life putting Kellan and everyone else first, and I wanted him to feel put first for once.
“World famous, huh?” he asked while I washed my hands.
“I mean, it’s me, so…”
He chuckled. “Obviously.”
I began getting the supplies and food out. “Is there anything you don’t like?”
“When it comes to food? No. And I can cook breakfast tomorrow.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell I thought Griff would take no for an answer. He wasn’t going to take part in this without some kind of tit-for-tat, so I said, “Deal.”
I cut veggies and cooked up some ground sausage. My omelets weren’t anything special, when it came down to it, but it was more fun to pretend they were.
Griff asked if he could help, but I wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t long before they were done and we sat down at the small table with coffee and our food. I waited, watching as he cut into it and took a bite.
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?”
“Oh God, yes. It’s so good, Josh. I don’t think I’ve ever had something so good in my mouth.”
Two things happened at once. My dick perked up because fuck, that sounded sexual and my cock was definitely interested. Second, Griff seemed to realize how it sounded as well. His eyes widened, and he sucked omelet or something the wrong way and began coughing.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that before,” I joked, which only made him cough harder.
When he finally settled down, he said, “Fuck you. That’s not what I meant.”
Sadly, but I didn’t say that, and fuck, this wasn’t nipping it in the bud. Why in the fuck did I suddenly want to bone Griffin Caine? “Are you done dying now?”
“Ha. Ha.”
We finished eating without sexual innuendo after that. When we were done, we rinsed the dishes, then took turns in the bathroom getting ready.
Before I knew it we were back in the truck, Griff behind the wheel this time, making our way to Chimney Rock Park.
“I’ve heard the view is amazing,” I told him when we arrived. “There are two ways to get to the top—stairs or an elevator. The rock formation is more than five hundred million years old. And you can see Lake Lure and Hickory Nut Gorge from the top.”
“How high up is it?” Griff asked.
“Three hundred and fifteen feet.”
“So over twenty stories… You know we’re not taking the elevator, right?”
I looked at Griff and grinned. “A man after my own heart.” A tingle of excitement spread like wildfire under my skin. I hadn’t felt anything like that in a long time, maybe ever. I didn’t know why, but I was really looking forward to doing this, and specifically doing it with Griff. I wanted to share something unique with him that neither of us had experienced before.
We paid to get into the park, then stopped at Gneiss Cave and looked around. From there we went straight for the Outcroppings Trail, which was what the stairs leading to the top were called. I wasn’t sure if it was the time of day or year, but luckily the trail wasn’t too busy. There were other people on it, but we had our space, no one too close ahead or behind as we began the ascent to the top.
“Who do you think is gonna be more out of breath when we get up there?” I joked.
“You, of course.”
“You wish. I’m basically an athletic specimen.”
Griff laughed.
“Maybe more like a god.”
He laughed harder.
“Hey, I don’t appreciate your lack of faith in me.”
He turned my way and cocked a brow as we continued climbing. “Oh, but it’s okay for you to doubt me.”
He had a point there. “So we’re both badass motherfuckers who are going to feel perfectly fine when we make it to the top.”
“I don’t know about that, man.” Griff’s hand came down on my shoulder and squeezed. Some sort of shock went through me, and Griff pulled his hand back like he’d felt it too. “Static.”
“Yeah,” I replied. Only it hadn’t felt like that, not really. To be honest, it made me want to run for the hills. Sex I could deal with. Sex I fucking loved, but feeling that, whatever it was, wasn’t something I was willing to get myself into.