Hunter was drifting in a warm, soft world, surrounded by love and caring. He heard a rumbling noise and realized it was his snoring.
No.
He opened his eyes to hear a trio of snores, his being the loudest. Angela lay beside him, a whistling escaping from her lips—a sharp contrast to the rolling thunder from Jake on the other side.
Angela wriggled her hips, pushing back against him and he found some in reserve.
Hunter turned and fished a condom from the nearby duffel bag, fumbling and cursing as he put it on with sleepy, tired fingers.
She might be leaving soon, but she'd remember this night.
He grinned as he pulled out the tube of lube.
He'd been the first to take her there, giving in to her whispered pleas. One night in her bedroom, when her mother was away…
The memory surged throu
