The Virgin Billionaire’s Sexcellent Adventure (3 page)

Hunter ran out of the kitchen and hugged Gage in the front hall.

Camp started barking for no apparent reason.

Jase picked up the suitcases and looked at the antique grandfather clock in the entry hall. He lifted his head toward the stairs and shouted, “We’re going to miss the plane, sweetie!” He always referred to Luis as sweetie when he was slightly annoyed.

A second later, Luis jogged down the stairs, carrying a small briefcase that contained his laptop. He hugged Gage and told Jase, “I just wanted to make sure I have everything so I can work on the blog. I’m ready now.”

Jase and Luis had already explained everything to Gage with regard to taking care of Hunter, from what he ate for breakfast to what time he went to bed at night. Gage had come to dinner the night before with Daksha and they’d gone over Hunter’s entire routine. Jase felt comfortable leaving Hunter with Gage, and he trusted his instincts. Besides, he’d already seen how competent Gage could be with Hunter from his weekend at Cider Mill Farm. But Luis hadn’t been there that weekend, and he always worried about what might happen, so he started reciting a long list of things Hunter could and couldn’t do all over again.

Jase hugged and kissed Hunter goodbye. He hugged Gage and said they’d call as soon as they landed in San Francisco. Then he grabbed Luis by the arm and led him out to the cab while Luis was still rambling something about not giving Hunter any sugary drinks while they were gone.

Midway to the curb, Luis yanked his arm out of Jase’s hand and said, “You didn’t give me a chance to kiss him goodbye.” Then he ran back to the front steps and threw his arms around Hunter. He hugged him so hard and kissed him with such force, the poor kid’s eyes popped open. “You do whatever your Uncle Gage says. Okay? And no scary movies.”

“I’ll be fine, Daddy,” Hunter said, rolling his eyes.

“It’s all good, Luis,” Gage said. “Stop worrying and have fun this weekend, buddy. We’ll talk on the phone.”

Luis released his son and hugged his twin brother. Then he jogged to the taxi, where Jase was holding the back door open, staring down at his watch. As the taxi pulled away from the curb, Luis lowered the back window and shouted, “And no candy this weekend. You can call me if you need me. I’ll have my cell phone with me all the time.”

Gage shouted, “Have fun.”

Jase glanced through the rear window and watched Hunter and Gage wave from the front steps. He smiled and said, “Yeah, right. You know Gage is going to give him whatever he wants. I’ll bet Hunter is asking him what scary movies he brought with him right now.” Jase didn’t mind it when Hunter indulged in a few treats; the kid loved scary movies. He was a normal, healthy kid. He wasn’t fat, and he ate good food most of the time. An occasional candy bar or a soda wasn’t going to kill him. And as long as he didn’t have nightmares, what harm could a scary movie do?

“Of course I know that,” Luis said. “I’m not an idiot, Jase. Gage is probably slipping him a chocolate bar right now. I just wanted to say it again, to instill a little guilt. If Hunter is going to eat bad food, at least it won’t taste as good if I make him feel a little guilty about it.”

“Oh, that’s just wrong,” Jase said.

“A little guilt never hurt anyone,” Luis said. “Your grandmother taught me that, and I trust Isabelle’s wisdom. It will help prepare us for when he’s a teenager and he’s exposed to drugs, alcohol, and God knows what else kids will be doing by then.”

“You’re preparing way too far in advance,” Jase said. The kid was only four years old.

“If more parents prepared in advance, they wouldn’t have as many problems when the kids become teenagers,” Luis said. “Isabelle told me that, too. You have to start when they are young. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m going to drum certain things into his head from now until the day he turns twenty-one.”

Jase couldn’t argue with him. His grandmother had pounded
no drugs
and
no alcohol
into his head all his life, and he’d never had any problems as a teenager. He’d had a strict upbringing, but one filled with love. And he’d turned out okay.

Of course the plane was delayed for three hours because of bad weather in the South, and they had to land in Chicago because of severe turbulence and wound up spending six hours there, sitting on hard plastic chairs, listening to a rude young woman with pink and blue hair talk to her boyfriend on a cell phone. Too bad
her
parents hadn’t been stricter with her. By the time they finally did arrive in San Francisco, it was almost dawn and neither one of them had slept much at all. They slogged off the plane to baggage claim, then shuffled out of the airport and met a man carrying a sign with Jase’s name written with large black letters. He was the guy from the motor home company. He helped them into a black SUV and drove them to the factory outside San Francisco where they were building the electric motor homes.

On the way, Jase yawned and said, “I’m sorry. I should have taken the company jet this time. We would have been here and settled by now.”

Luis was doing something on his iPhone. He’d just called Gage to tell him they’d arrived in San Francisco safely. He didn’t look up. But he said, “It’s okay. We’ll live.”

Jase smiled and placed his palm on Luis’s knee. This was one of the most amazing things about Luis. Though he’d been panic-stricken during the turbulent flight, though he’d been up all night clenching the arms of the seat, he had the ability to turn things around as if nothing had ever happened.

The man from the motor home company set them up in a long, beige motor home with elegant black stripes. The interior had beige leather seats, granite counters, hardwood floors, and a marble shower stall. It reminded Jase of a luxury hotel room. It even had three flat-screen TVs and a built-in computer. Jase had driven motor homes before, so it didn’t take that long for the man to explain the basics. The most important part was how to charge the battery and how to switch over to gasoline if anything happened to the electric power supply. By the time they were ready to leave the factory parking lot and head to the Russian River campground, Jase was experiencing a second wind and he couldn’t wait to get out on the open road.

They drove north for the next two hours, paying attention to the navigation system so they wouldn’t get lost. Jase wasn’t familiar with this part of the country and he’d been watching the way Luis’s eyelids had been dropping. Thankfully, they found the gay campground without any problems at all. So far, Jase was impressed with the way the electric motor home handled. It lost power on inclines, and he didn’t feel comfortable going over sixty miles per hour. But it wasn’t all that different from driving any other motor home.

When they pulled up to the gates of The Happy Landing Campground
,
an older man in black leather chaps stepped out of a small gatehouse. He had one of those bushy mustaches that dipped down on both sides of his mouth; his face was sunken and his head had been shaved clean. He wore jeans beneath the leather chaps, but no shirt. Though his body was defined for a man his age—he had to be in his sixties—his skin had that thin, watery, look that naturally happens with age, and Jase thought it would have been a better idea if he’d at least worn a T-shirt.

Jase went into the gatehouse and registered at the campground. He paid a fee and the older man assigned him a parking space. Jase already knew how to hook up a motor home, so he didn’t need any explanation in that department. He was only gone fifteen minutes, but when he returned he found Luis slumped back in the passenger seat, sound asleep.

When Jase shut the door, Luis bolted forward. “Are we here?” He sat up and looked back and forth, as if trying to get his bearings.

“I’m sorry,” Jase said. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’ll go park now and we can take a nice long nap. I’m exhausted, too.”

As they drove through the campground, navigating the narrow dirt road, they passed two large women walking hand in hand. They were both nude, only wearing flip-flops. Luis gasped and looked up at the ceiling. Jase gripped the steering wheel and held his breath. A few feet down the road, they passed two large men with hairy backs and bald heads. They weren’t wearing anything either, just heavy black work boots. Luis gasped again and glanced at Jase.

Jase shrugged and said, “Did I mention this place was clothing optional?”

“Ah well,” Luis said. “I don’t think you
did
.”

Jase laughed. “It’s clothing optional.”

“Thanks.”

Two minutes after that, they passed four women in the nude. One had breasts that sagged so low Luis put his hand over his mouth and said, “She really should look in the mirror before she goes out in the nude. Honestly.”

“Don’t be so critical,” Jase said. He had a friend who loved nudist colonies. “It’s not about how you look. It’s about how free you feel. All nudists say that once you get beyond the sensation of being naked, it feels perfectly natural.” He was dying to find out if this was true. He felt like taking off his pants right there in the motor home.

Luis winced. “That’s a bit too natural for me. I agree with your grandmother when it comes to these things. ‘If it doesn’t look good, don’t set it on the front porch.’”

Before they turned into the place where they were supposed to park the motor home, they passed a group of nice-looking young men. Jase suddenly felt a spark of hope. All were wearing jeans and T-shirts, and all had on socks and sneakers.

But Luis didn’t sound as positive as Jase felt. “Well. Isn’t that just the way it goes? The ones who
should
be nude aren’t, and the ones who
shouldn’t
be are,” Luis said.

Jase glanced at the surrounding scenery, hoping to change the subject. “The redwoods are spectacular, aren’t they? I’ve never seen such beautiful trees. This is even better than Alaska.”

Luis glanced to his right and said, “I have to admit it is gorgeous. It even smells different here.”

They passed an older man wearing nothing but a rainbow baseball cap and Docksiders. He had a tiny little cock and huge low-hanging nuts. Luis frowned and said, “Well, if you can get past some of these God-awful naked people, I suppose this place is gorgeous.”

Jase smiled. “The man at the gate told me the place is really dead this time of year, so we’ll probably have all the privacy we need. We’ll stick to ourselves. It won’t be that bad. Besides, we’re here to relax. I’m kind of looking forward to walking around naked myself. I’ve gone camping before, but never to a clothing-optional campground.”

Luis rolled his eyes. “I had a feeling you’d be excited about this.”

Jase loved exhibitionism, and he’d never hidden this from Luis. “I can’t wait to see you walking around naked, too. They’re going to love
you
here.”

They passed another lumpy naked guy with an ass so small and so narrow the crack couldn’t have been more than two inches long. Luis set his jaw and said, “I think I’ll play that one by ear. I’m kind of looking forward to the privacy this place is supposed to have.”

But when they found their assigned parking space, Luis glanced at an old motor home in the space next to theirs and said, “So much for privacy. We’re practically on top of them.”

Jase pulled into the parking space and frowned at the motor home beside them. It had to be at least twenty-five years old, with dented sides, rusty bumpers, and a torn awning. It sat slightly lopsided, leaning to the left at the back end. “I don’t understand why the guy at the gate would assign us this space, especially with all the other free spaces around here.” They were the only two motor homes in that section. There had to be at least fifteen other vacant spaces.

“Maybe he made a mistake,” Luis said.

“No,” Jase said. “He distinctly said I’d love this specific space. He even smiled and winked when he said it.”

Luis yawned again. “I’m too tired to complain. Let’s just park this big thing, set up, and go to bed. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

Jase yawned and said, “I agree. If we don’t like it here, we just ask if we can change spaces later.”

Jase had a little trouble connecting to the electric. But once he figured it out, it didn’t take him long to set up everything else. When they had lights and running water, they plopped into bed in their underwear and didn’t wake up until they heard a weird tapping sound on their door.

Luis must have been disoriented and forgotten where he was. He poked Jase in the arm and said, “See what Hunter wants.”

Jase groaned and stretched his legs. “We’re in a motor home in the woods, not in New York.” He’d been in the middle of a sound sleep and he felt like punching something.

Luis lifted his head and opened his eyes. “Then what’s that fucking tapping?”

Jase sat up and scratched his dick. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and stretched his arms. It was four in the afternoon and they’d slept most of the day. “It sounds like someone is knocking on the door. I’ll find out what’s going on.”

Luis lowered his head to the pillow and closed his eyes. “See who it is first, before you open the door. It might be that guy with the rainbow cap. Or a bear.”

Jase crawled off the bed and grumbled softly on his way to the door. Did Luis think he was a blithering idiot? “See who it is? Like I’m going to open the door for a goddamn bear. I don’t see
him
getting his sweet little ass up to answer the door. Sure, let Jase kill the bug, let Jase catch the mouse, let Jase answer the goddamn door.”

When he reached the door, he leaned forward and said, “Who’s there?”

A deep, throaty voice from the other side said, “We’re your neighbors. We wanted to introduce ourselves.”

Jase rolled his eyes. Because he’d been camping before, he knew people in campgrounds could be overly familiar sometimes. They could be downright annoying at other times, especially if you were there for privacy. They weren’t all that way; just some campers. They tended to feel as if they were part of a secret club and lost their inhibitions at campgrounds, especially the older couples.

Jase took a deep breath and opened the door. He was imagining someone who looked like the heavyset naked guy he’d passed on the way in earlier. But when he looked down and saw two handsome young men standing at the bottom of the steps, his head went back and he smiled.