Handsome and Greta (Seven Ways to Sin 3)

For an instant, I thought it had all been a dream.

I was frightened.

Jake and his six friends. None of it was real.

I have nothing, nobody.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand. Then the soreness in my body assured me that I had not been dreaming. The soreness was a welcome sensation. I smiled, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and pulled myself out of bed.

It was shortly past noon when I left the room to head down to the lodge patio. I took every aching step with pride, and by the time I’d made it down the two flights of stairs, my muscles were no longer stiff or sore but ready —even demanding—to be tested anew.

When I entered the patio, Hans and the boys were packing up.

“Greta,” said Hans, “I didn’t expect to see you down here so soon. Did you get some sleep?”

I smiled and nodded. “Rested and ready to work.”

I folded up a tripod, but Andy came over to me and took it from me. “I got this, Greta.” He followed Kurt and Philip out of the patio, each loaded with clothes and equipment.

“We’re going to set up in the library,” said Hans. “We’re going to grab some lunch then shoot the fireside shots.”

“Let me help,” I said.

“I got this,” said Hans. “Take it easy today, Greta. We’re ahead of schedule anyway. No need to work yourself into the ground.” He smiled and coiled a cable around his shoulder.

“I’ll meet you guys in the library in an hour then,” I said.

“Or two,” said Hans, “or three. Take all the time you need. I got this.” He started to walk away then stopped and turned to me. “Greta, I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I’m just worried about you.”

I nodded. “Thank you. But you don’t need to worry. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” said Hans. “But whatever trouble you’re in —or Jake’s in—you know, maybe I can help.”

I gave him a pat on the arm. “Thank you, Hans. Thanks for taking care of the shoot. That’s a big help.”

We walked together back into the lodge, Hans turned left to go to the library and I headed back up the stairs to check in on my ‘co-stars’.

They’d booked three rooms. I didn’t know who was sleeping in which one. I knocked lightly on the door not knowing who would answer.

I was reminded of the mystery from last night and was thrilled that I could get even a slight repetition of that feeling of unknowing and surprise in something as simple as knocking on the door.

A moment later, Matty opened the door to me. His hair was disheveled—even more than usual—and his eyes betrayed that I had woken him.

He looked so cute in his boxers and messy hair. Seeing his tired eyes suddenly made me feel sleepy again. I wanted to crawl back in bed with him, rest my head on his shoulder, curl my leg in between his, and slide my hand under his boxers to take hold of his long thick manhood.

“Good morning, Greta,” he said.

“Good afternoon, Matty.”

“Afternoon already?”

“The others awake yet?” I asked.

He glanced over his shoulder and then back at me. “No, not yet.”

“I’m awake.” It was Cameron’s voice though muffled and sleepy.

Matty opened the door fully. “You want to come in?”

I put my hands up, open palms out. “I don’t want to intrude.”

He stepped aside and motioned for me to enter.

There were two beds in the room. Austin lay in one, the other was unmade—presumably where Matty had slept—and Cameron lay on the floor atop a sleeping bag.

“Good morning, Greta,” said Cameron sleepily.

“Hello, Cameron. You don’t look too comfortable there.”

“I feel great. Amazing, actually.”

I smiled. “Yeah, me too.”

I thought I was wide awake. But seeing the empty bed, covers pulled off to the side, pillow ruffled, I couldn’t resist. I plopped myself right down in it. “Why don’t you come up here?” I said to Cameron “There’s room for two.”

Cameron sat up, stretched then hopped into bed with me.

Matty put his hands out and lifted his shoulders. “Umm, make yourself comfortable, I guess.”

I chuckled and slid over to make room for Cameron then I gave the tight space on the other side of me a pat. “There’s room for three.”

“I doubt it,” said Matty as he crawled onto the bed.

“Yes there is,” said Cameron. “As long as we snuggle up tight.” He wrapped his arm around my hips and pulled me against him.

I felt his cock stiffen against my abdomen. I gave him a peck on the cheek and nestled my head under his chin.

Matty laid himself down beside me. He brushed my hair back and gave me a peck on the nape of my neck, his cock stiffened against the small of my back.