Till Summer Do Us Part(67)

Uh, I don’t like that idea.

Not even a little.

“I think maybe we should just stay here,” I say.

He shakes his head and walks over to the nipple picture and snags it off the wall, only to toss it on the bed. Then he grabs the handcuffs from the bed, detaches them, and tosses them in the basket.

“Wilder, what are you doing?”

“Teaching these fucks a lesson.” He tucks the picture under his arm, grabs the basket, and says, “Come on.”

“Wait. Maybe we should think this through.”

“I’ve thought it through. If they’re so desperate for all these things, then we are going to give them the items they crave. Come on, Pips.”

There’s no stopping him, so out of desperation to make sure he doesn’t say anything insane, I follow him. As we approach the firepit, I hear Brad shush everyone just as Wilder sets the basket and picture on the empty Adirondack chair.

The circle stares at him, waiting for his next move, as an acute sweat breaks out on the back of my neck. What is he going to do?

“Since you all seem to be so jealous of the things in our cabin, we thought we would spread the wealth. Chad.” Wilder turns toward him. “Here’s a picture of a nipple. You seem to want to rev up your sex life. Maybe treat it as a genie lamp, rub it, and ask for your sex dreams to come true.” He tosses the picture at Chad.

Oh my God.

He then turns to Duncan and picks up a dildo and some lube. “For you and your husband. Probably the most useful thing I can offer you in this basket besides the handcuffs, but I think we all know who desperately wants those.” Wilder picks up the handcuffs and tosses them at Brad as my stomach churns with embarrassment. “I did not include a key—not even sure if they’re needed—but if you’re tied up for the rest of the days we’re here, it would be a gift for us all.”

“Hey, I was defending you.”

Wilder points at him. “You were bitching about the cabin.”

He then hands Finky a bunch of condoms and a vibrator and leaves it at that.

“Mind your own goddamn business, and keep your noses out of mine and my wife’s.” He starts to walk away but then says one more thing. “I have no idea what this tent is that you speak of, but if I have anything to say about it, none of you are going to get it.”

Then he takes my hand, and he charges us back to our emptied sex cabin.





It’s so weird not having my phone with me. Normally at night, I’d lie in bed, scroll through social media, maybe play a game on my phone, but without my device, I feel…weird, lost. Like I don’t know what to do with my hands while Wilder is in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

I don’t know how to feel about what happened tonight. It was kind of comical, kind of insane, slightly embarrassing. Just a bunch of chaos—probably the best way to put it.

The bathroom door opens, and Wilder walks out in his typical sleep shorts, but this time, instead of wearing a T-shirt to bed like he has been the last few nights, he’s shirtless, and once again, my eyes wander all over his chest, as if I’ve never seen a man before.

“I’m still fucking fuming,” he says as he turns off the bathroom light, casting him in a shadow from the light on my nightstand. “I mean, who the fuck do they think they are? Trying to make you feel bad because they have an issue with us having the sex cabin? Jesus Christ, grow up.”

He flips the covers down and then gets in the bed.

Not used to seeing him this worked up, I say, “Do you think that Chad will rub the nipple tonight and ask for three wishes?”

“Knowing him, he’ll try it.” Wilder lies down and places one of his arms under his head. From the corner of my eye, I shamelessly watch his chest move up and down as he breathes. His pecs look much larger from this angle, and the divots in his stomach look sharper, more defined.

I shouldn’t be looking, but here I am, drooling over my best friend’s brother.

Has it really been that long for me? I think back to the last time Matt and I were intimate. Yeah, it’s been a long time. A really long time. Because even the last time we were together, he didn’t deliver.

I bet Wilder delivers every single time.

“Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” I ask, my brain snapping back into the present.

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Oh, uh, I mean, sort of. It was kind of a crazy night, you know? Chaotic.”

“Yeah.” He drags his hand over his face. “I’m sorry if I lost it there. I just…I don’t like it when I see people get picked on, and I felt like that was what was happening. Those dicks ganged up on you, and I don’t fucking appreciate it.”

Well, this is new.

Not sure I’ve ever had anyone stand up for me like this before. I’m not sure I know how to handle myself.

“It’s fine—”

“It’s not fine,” Wilder says as he turns toward me. “You should never settle for that type of behavior from anyone.”

“I mean, they were just upset about the sex cabin. At least that’s all they were upset about.”

Wilder’s eyes widen. “Are you really sticking up for their behavior right now? Please tell me that’s not the case, Scottie.”