She instinctively draped her arms around hisneck and she melted a little when she felt his large hands covering mostof her upper back. She turned her ...ead and rested it against hismuscular chest. They stayed that way for several minutes, Peachesrecomposing herself and Cameron letting her take all the time sheneeded.For all his alpha male acquisitiveness and moments of wild exercise ofpower, Cameron, Peaches decided, was a good man at heart. Here he was,with extraordinary power, and all the. ”“Don't go! You promised to rub my feet! You have to rub my feet.” “I didn't promise you anything. Now stop being drunk bitch and be a sleeping bitch.”She looked up at me concern and distress filled her hazy eyes “I'm a bitch and you won't rub my feet? They hurt from the shoes.” What the fuck, I relented and sat on the bed next to her “Okay, lie back and stick your foot up, and yes, you are a bitch and you are bitching up my night.” Undaunted by my scorn Sherry chirped a happy laugh then. A few more days, we decided to go out camping in the bushland, just us two, it took a bit of persuasion to get the parents to go along with it, but they eventually said yes, and we started packing, we were going to get a whole weekend to ourselves.As our parents dropped us off, we started to walk into the area, to find a good spot to set the tent up, and we found one, next to a small river, we had brought plenty of water, clothing, which we wouldn't need much.Once it was all setup, we went for. "Lana's head whipped around to the open doorway of her private room. Stark was leaning in it with his arms crossed, a smug grin on his face as if he belonged there. She was lacing the thin strap to her left sandal in a criss-cross pattern up her shin. She could have used the footstool under the vanity, but she'd opted to lift her foot onto the edge of her chair, forcing the bottom of her short, white dress to gather around her hips.The dress had a tapered hemline that was longer on one side..