Till Summer Do Us Part(44)
Scottie screams bloody murder, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me while she tosses the dildo into the drawer and then takes off into the bathroom, where the door shuts and the lock clicks.
“You’re on your own,” she yells through the crack.
Wow.
What a wife.
Taking a calming breath in an effort to get my shit together, I look inside the drawer, where I find a tablet, plugged into an outlet in the drawer.
Jesus.
“Wh-what is it? Are you still alive? Did it eat you? Have you been stung? Do you need antivenom? If it’s a snake, I’m crawling out of this small bathroom window, and I’m using the emergency phone to call Denise to rescue me.” She pauses for a moment as I pull the tablet out. “Hello? You dead?”
The door clicks open, and I glance over my shoulder to see her peek her head out.
“Why aren’t you answering me?”
“Because you’re acting like a numbskull,” I say. “It was a tablet beeping. It’s a message to the both of us.”
“A message?” She comes out of the bathroom and walks up next to me. “What is it?”
“I don’t know.” I tap on the button that says Read message. It blacks out for a moment, and then a screen pops up of a naked woman straddling a man on a bed.
“Dear God in heaven,” she shouts and covers her eyes. “Is that porn?”
“Yeah, looks like it.” I read the top of the screen. “Welcome to Camp Haven. Your Nightly Show is waiting for you.”
She peeks from between her fingers. “You have to be kidding me. They send everyone porn at night?”
“Yup.”
“Why on earth would they do that?”
“I don’t know. Probably to upsell the minibar,” I say while slipping the tablet back in the nightstand.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if they are running their business the way I think they’re running it, they probably send a video to couples every night, couples are curious and watch, the video probably has one of the toys or products on the dresser, the couple gets more curious, and before you know it, they’re reenacting what they saw in the video. Great way to sell the lovemaking minibar.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head. “Is there not any decency in this world? Whatever happened to helping couples find love again? Now it’s all about product consumption. And the couples are falling for it. Just fools.”
“Yeah, real fools. Pretty sure they’re not the ones wielding a dildo out of fear that a beeping snake might attack them when they open their nightstand.”
She stares at me, running her tongue over her teeth. “You know, your sarcasm is tiresome.”
“Already?” I ask. “This is day one. We have a long way to go, Pips. Better get used to it.” I flip the cover down on the bed and climb back in. “Now, hop in. We have a video to watch.”
She scoffs. “If you think we’re watching that together, you are sadly mistaken.”
“Okay, if you want to watch it first, I can go hang out in the bathroom, and then we can rotate.”
Her nostrils flare, and she turns away from me. “Good night, Wilder.”
Smirking, I turn off the light and say, “Night, Pips.”
Chapter Twelve
SCOTTIE
I did not sleep well; I kept worrying about keeping to my side of the bed. I wish I’d worn socks; I was freezing. And while I heard Wilder quietly sleeping, all I could think about was how many of the cabins’ inhabitants were getting it on.
My guess was all of them besides us.
No wonder the Brads and Chad like to revisit the camp often. It’s like a kinky sex club in the woods. And here I thought it was going to be about bonding and therapy and trying to patch up my broken, nonexistent relationship.
Sure, I’m judging the camp based off one day and a cabin full of paraphernalia. We’ll see what today brings, but if I had known, I would have cancelled and come up with a different solution, because this makes me embarrassingly uncomfortable.
And what makes it even more uncomfortable is that it seems to me that Wilder is loving every second of this.
With the video, he didn’t even scoff. I think if I said we were going to watch it, he’d have been all about it. He laughs about the fleshy poker in the shower. I’ve seen him perusing the overpriced lovemaking minibar. I even caught him staring at the nipple picture, as if he was trying to come up with a backstory for it.
Which leads me to believe that he’s very confident in his sexuality—something I wish I was.
I found out quickly with Matt that I was not comfortable in my own skin.
And I know it wasn’t his responsibility to boost my ego, but I wish he would’ve at least once looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I wish he had given me a touch of confidence in the bedroom when I took my clothes off with just one hungry look or nod of approval.
But there was nothing.
He was more interested in his own pleasure than mine.
And once he found completion, that was about it. It got to the point where I wasn’t really trying anymore. I was just doing what I needed to do, and then I could get on with my night. I know it was one of the reasons why we disconnected. I tried talking to him about it once, even suggested trying something new, like toys, and he scoffed at the idea. I felt so humiliated, as if it was wrong to ask for more sexually. It drove home this insecurity that my sexual needs simply don’t matter and at the core of it all, I just wasn’t good enough. And that’s a hard perception to shut down.