“Do you have any condoms?” Tobias asks, and I swear to fuck, when I kick him in the back, it's pure reflex.
“Assuming much?” I blurt, flushing as I sit up. “You can park your ass on the chaise.”
Spencer leaves the room and comes back with a box, tossing it at me.
“Like I said, I'm not afraid of them. I definitely have a bigger dick. Trust me, I've seen theirs more times than I care to admit.”
“Nobody is having sex in this room tonight,” I mumble, shoving Tobias off the edge of the bed. He stumbles but catches himself, turning to grin at me as I crawl into the sumptuous sheets. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Spencer says, and I smile as Church pats my foot on his way past, Ranger following along behind him. I'm asleep before the door closes behind them.The park is super crowded, and the lines are crazy long. Even with the fast pass app on Ranger's phone, we only manage to ride Big Thunder Mountain together before we have to head to the restaurant for dinner.
To be fair, riding the old train cars through the faux western landscape was fun, especially with these guys in tow. Spencer and the twins scream at everything while Ranger holds on for dear life while hosting a scowl that scares children. Church, meanwhile, sits all pretty-like, as if he’s having afternoon tea.
“It's disappointing that the park closes so early today,” I say as we sit down in this super fancy restaurant in the adjoining theme park, California Adventure. The waiters are all wearing suits, and the menu is like some 'prix fixe' thing where it's all pre-planned. The only choice we have is between beef, fish, or vegetarian options.
“There's always tomorrow,” Ranger says as I stab a bite of lettuce and bring it to my mouth. I'm not complaining about a free trip, especially not when I'm staying in a princess room, and hanging out with these guys.
After dinner, we head out of the park with the rest of the crowd, but when I try to turn toward the hotel, Spencer takes my elbow.
“Hey,” he says, smiling down at me, turquoise eyes glimmering with mischief. “Do you want a hit a few more rides?”
“The park is closed,” I say, gesturing in the direction of the gates and the rapidly dispersing crowd.
“Not for us,” Spencer says, grinning. The twins appear on either side of him and hold out their hands to indicate the park.
“We reserved the park for the next five hours,” they say, and I swear, my heart stops beating for a second.
“You … reserved … the entire park?” I don't mean to sound like a sarcastic, crazy person, but that's sort of how it comes out. “You can't do that, can you?”
“You can; we did.” They link arms with me and Spencer scowls, but he follows along anyway as the McCarthy brothers drag me across the plaza. I pull from their grip and just stand there, my new dress fluttering in the breeze.
“The whole park … just for us?”
“The whole park,” Spencer repeats, flashing a bright grin. “Getting bullied by us was the best thing that ever happened to you, you shithead.” He ruffles up my hair and then starts forward, tucking his hands in his pockets as he strides confidently up to the entrance.
“I seriously can't believe this is happening,” I whisper as we pass through the front gates into Disneyland.
The park is freaking empty, but for some employees.
Holy. Shit.
My eyes water, but I sashay forward all nonchalant like. No way I'm letting these guys know how much I'm enjoying this.
“I've always hated rich people, on principle, but I have to say: this is pretty freaking epic.” I hold my arms out to indicate the vastness of the park, the very empty Main Street, and Cinderella's castle in the distance. “I've decided to forgive you guys for being old money assholes.”
“Ahh, we thank you for that,” Micah says, putting a hand to his heart. He grins as I put my arms out and spin in a circle, taking it all in.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.
I feel all lit up inside, sort of like I did that night Spencer showed up in the rainy dark. Well, maybe not quite that good, but close.
“This is fucking awesome,” I groan, sliding my hands down my face. I'm having a bit of a hard time processing. Just yesterday, I was at SCHS trying to get by one day at a time. And now … I'm here. I drop my hands down and then shake them out, exhaling.
“First things first, let's get some ears. I was in too much of a hurry earlier.”
“Ears?” Church asks as I grin and then gesture with my head in the direction of the shops. The guys let me lead the way, straight to a display of Mickey and Minnie ears in all sorts of different colors.
