"Did we? I'm losing track of them." I yawned and rubbed my hand over my chest.
"Why do you do that?" Daniel asked, his voice softer than moments before.
"Do what?" I sat up and pulled the towel up to finish drying my hair.
He rolled his eyes and got up, acting as if he hadn't seen my dick a million times. Shy was one thing I wasn't.
"Treat women like objects." He disappeared into the kitchen, and I turned to Clay.
"Do I do that?" I lifted an eyebrow, already knowing the answer and not caring a bit.
He didn't glance up from his new magazine. "Yep, but so what? They do the same to you."
"Yeah." I stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah. They do the same to me."
"You want them to, brother." Derek tossed a package of sausage to me. "Go get on some shorts and let’s get these things on the grill. You're the best man for the job."
"That's because you guys burn everything." I sat the sausages down and ran my fingers through my wet, blond hair. "Do I really objectify women?"
"Yep!" all three of my friends yelled in tandem.
"Well, I guess I should change that." I walked toward the bedroom as they all started to laugh. I joined them before yelling back behind me. "Naw, it's not my style. Fuck 'em all."
Chapter Three
Cora
"Finally!" Cindy walked out onto the porch as I pulled my bag out of the back of the car. Her red hair was the color of copper, and her freckles only added to a false sense of innocence that fit her personality well.
"Hey. You guys need a hand?" Dedra walked out beside her as she tugged her hair into a ponytail. Her mixed heritage left her skin a beautiful mocha and her hair black and silky to the touch.
"No. We just have our bags." I lugged Emily's out first and then mine. After a quick glance around, I pulled my bag toward the quaint log cabin we'd rented and laughed as Cindy bounded down the stairs and almost knocked me off my feet with a huge hug.
"Summer has finally started!" She moved back and turned to Emily, giving her a hug, as well. "How are you? How was the funeral?"
"It was good." Emily tugged at her suitcase, forcing it up the stairs as she grunted and grumbled.
"Where are the hot guys Dedra said you already found? We could use their help with these bags," I laughed and pulled mine up the stairs, as well, wondering why the hell I hadn't packed several small suitcases instead of one huge one.
"Let me help," Dedra said and moved in beside me and pressed her shoulder to mine as we gave it one good heave, almost falling over backwards with our efforts.
"Hot guys? Please. They're all too busy working on their tans to care too much about helping anyone out." Cindy opened the door and smiled. "I made cookies."
"Why am I not surprised to hear that? You're always baking something, and yet you still look like a model." I tugged at the front of her t-shirt before walking into the house.
The open floor plan had the living room, kitchen, and dining room all visible from the front door. The delicious scent of chocolate and sugar wrapped around me, and I breathed in deeply.
"Hey it's hot out here. Move it on inside." Emily pushed at my bag.
"Oh, right." I laughed and moved into the coolness of the house. "I love it. I was hoping it would look just like it did in the pictures."
"And, it does." Cindy moved up beside me. "Plus, the lake is gorgeous. We've been lying out and boating for a couple weeks, trying to relax. I would say it's your turn to do the same, but we're bored out of our minds, so..."
"So, we're supposed to have brought the party with us?" Emily rolled her eyes as she walked toward the back of the house. "We sharing rooms?"
"No, Miss Good Times," I called after her. "We each have a room to ourselves. You know, in case you want to bring a boy home and give him your V-card."
"Very funny," Emily didn't turn to face me, but the tone of her voice told me that she knew I was just teasing her. She'd slept with as many guys as I had, which wasn't many.