Laura's Solo Honeymoon - The Ice Cream Shop Boy #1 (Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He pinched me on the thigh and said, “Are you always this wicked, or did something get into you?”

I remembered the transformation I'd seen in myself after trying on the glamorous dress at the B&B. “Something got into me.”

He leaned in, I'm assuming to kiss me, but I pulled my head back, unsure.

“I'm sorry, Laura,” he said, shaking his head and stepping away. “You must think I'm the worst.”

“No.”

“That girl you saw in here? She's not my girlfriend.”

“Really? She sure acted like she was.”

He pulled out his cell phone and showed me a text that read:

We are OVER. Fuck you, XOXO Sharise

He laughed uncomfortably as he put the phone away.

I said, “Something tells me this isn't the first time you two have broken up.”

He tugged at his ear and looked even more uncomfortable.

“How many times, Shawn?”

He held up three fingers, then four.

“Forget her,” I said.

He ran his hands through his hair. “I keep trying.” He shrugged. “I should probably get a tattoo to remind myself I don't want to be with Sharise. I want to be with someone
normal
, you know?”

“Come here and let me kiss you,” I said. “Let's see if that can help you forget about her.”

He hesitated and glanced at the large glass windows. It was still light out, but even brighter inside the ice cream shop. Anyone walking by would easily see us.

His hands were on my legs. His body moved in to meet mine, and his lips landed on my lips. He tasted like ice cream. Like a flavor I'd never had before. His lips parted and we kissed each other hungrily. His hands grew hot and heavy on my legs, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in toward me.

I kept pulling, and leaning back so he could kiss my neck, until I was nearly falling backward on the cooler, into the wall.

“Oops!” he said, falling into me. He straightened up quickly and pulled me upright, with an apology. “I got carried away,” he said.

I touched my fingers to my lips. “Tasted like you forgot.”

He stared at me, wide-eyed. “Forgot about what?”

“Not what, who.”

He frowned. “Who?”

Someone banged on the front door repeatedly. We both turned to see Sharise, pointing her finger at him and practically foaming at the mouth.

“Her,” I said.

He shook his head as though dazed. “You know, for a second, I actually did forget about her.”

She kept banging on the door.

I slid off the cooler and said, “I'd better get going. Is there a back door I can slip out of?”

“That way,” he said, pointing toward a curtained doorway that presumably led to a back room.

I said, “See you around. Good luck with Sharise. I'm sure her bark is worse than her bite.”

He grabbed my hand and said, “Laura, don't leave. I'll deal with her. Wait for me in the back room. Please don't leave. I think you're the only one who can help me.”

I pulled my hand away from his and stepped through the curtained doorway. The back door was right there, just a few feet further.

I thought about that kiss, the one I'd just had with Shawn. I pushed open the back door, then let it bang shut, but I didn't leave. I found a little wooden stool, and I took a seat where I wouldn't be seen, but could hear what was happening up front.

Sharise was mad. Oh, boy was she mad.

Apparently, she'd “accidentally” left some words out of the text message, and they weren't broken up, not according to her. She'd meant to say that he had to apologize to her, “or else” it would be over with them. Not that it already was.

I rolled my eyes.

People like her really—if you'll pardon the expression—chapped my ass. Always twisting the words around, always making it sound like they're innocent, a victim in all the drama around them. Always complaining about drama, when you know darn well they're the ones causing it!

She made me sick.

I didn't have to know Shawn that well to believe he was the kind of sweet, drama-free person who would be attractive to someone like her. Now, I'm not saying this is a woman thing, because plenty of men cause drama too, albeit in different ways, but Sharise was one of
those
girls. You know.

I had to give credit to Shawn, though, because he held his ground. He didn't get angry and worked up, and he didn't grovel or apologize, either.

He simply said, over and over again, “I think we should take a break from each other.”

The dog barked through much of this, getting more and more worked up with Sharise's insanity.

Several painful minutes into the argument, the dog came padding back to the back room. Princess sat down at my feet and looked up at me, her little tongue lolling out.

“I feel sorry for you,” I said to Princess. “Poor girl. You have to live with crazy, twenty-four seven.”

The dog cocked her head and gave me a precious look.

Sharise yelled out, “Princess! Get over here! Princess! You bad little bitch!”

The dog left my feet and padded out obediently to her owner.

Shawn said, “Don't call her that.”

“She's a female dog. That's what they're called, stupid.”

“Well, she's my dog too, and I say don't call her that. Don't call anyone that.”

“It's a compliment,” she snapped at him. “Bitches get what they want.”

“Sharise, don't be like this.”

She started shrieking, “Fuck YOU Shawn! Why don't you go kiss your out-of-town SLUT some more! Why don't you go have your FUN and then tomorrow come CRAWLING back to me!”

“Yes,” he said, his voice level. “I do think we should take a break from each other.”

She made a sound like an angry howl and stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.

In the silence that followed, I heard him sigh. Then he opened the till and counted the change he'd tried to count before.

I smiled to myself, because he didn't know I was there. He believed my door-slam, that I'd left.

Giggling quietly, I was reminded of playing hide-n-seek with my cousins when we were little. I'd always get so nervous, hiding in a closet behind my father's trench coats, my heart pounding in my throat whenever anyone came near, looking for me.

What was that emotion? Fear? Excitement? Both of those make your body produce adrenaline, so being afraid and being sexually excited had a lot in common. That explained why I always wanted to make love to Lars immediately after watching a scary movie.

I felt that same hide-n-seek excitement as I waited in the back room for Shawn to discover I was there.

The lights went out.

He was leaving, locking up!

I jumped up and tripped over my foot, which had fallen asleep. I grabbed for something to steady myself and sent something, perhaps a spoon, noisily clattering across the room.

“Hello?” he called back.

“Shawn, it's Laura.”

The lights came back on and he rushed through the curtain. Grinning, he said, “I almost locked you in!”

“How terrible. I would have had to eat ice cream all night long.”

“I'm sorry you had to hear—” he nodded toward the front “—all of that.”

I shrugged. “It happens to all of us.
The crazy.
It's in everyone's lives. And all of us get a little crazy sometimes.”

He raised his eyebrows and stared deep into my eyes. “Laura, you are the most grounded person I've ever met. You came in here, I think it was six or seven days ago, and you woke me up. You woke me
up
.”

“You were sleeping?” I looked around the tiny room, which had some prep space, some sinks, and filing cabinets, but nowhere soft to sleep.

“You woke me up, in a manner of speaking,” he said, taking me by the hands. He raised my fingers to his lips and began to nibble on them. “It's my birthday today.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five.”

I was confused. Had I mixed him up with his brother? They both looked so similar.

“Just kidding,” he said. “I'm turning twenty-one.”

“Ah. Shouldn't you be on a tour of every bar and strip club in town?”

“If that's where you want to go, I'll take you out.” He kissed my fingers some more, then moved to my wrists. “But I'll warn you, we only have three bars, and one of them is karaoke.”

“Sounds like fun,” I said.

“Let's go.” He led me away from the little back room, stopped to flick off the lights, then took me out the front door and locked up behind us.

“Had to get you out of there,” he said.

“Why? Were you worried I was going to kiss you?”

“Yeah. And then we would have melted all the ice cream.”

I swatted him on the chest playfully. He stepped in, leaned down, and kissed me. Right there on the sidewalk, for anyone in town to see.

Shyly, I pulled away from him and looked around, worried about crazy Sharise coming after me with a tire iron.

He said, “The bars won't be interesting for another hour, so do you want to … go to the beach and watch the sun set?”

“Okay,” I said, and I grabbed onto his hand—comfortably, as though we'd held hands a million times.

Down on the beach, we found a secluded log to watch the sunset. Finding privacy wasn't difficult, as the beach was rather secluded. As I looked out over the sparkling ocean, I realized that the people who lived in this town saw this view every day, any time they wanted, and they'd come to take it for granted.

I rested my head on Shawn's shoulder and tried not to think about the six-and-a-half-year age gap between us. It hardly mattered, anyway, since my home was three states away, in a noisy city, so far away from this beauty.

We'd been quiet for a while, and I thought of a question to ask, but then we both spoke at the exact same time, cutting each other off. After a shared laugh, I said, “What were you going to ask?”

He said, “Something dumb, just to get you to turn and look at me.”

I turned and stared into his eyes. They were brown, and the setting sun lit them up gold, captivating me, rendering me speechless.

He leaned in to kiss me.

This time, we were not interrupted by someone banging on the door.

He kissed me, timidly at first, but then his passion grew. I felt the heat rising in my loins, and the sensation of my private areas, inside my panties, becoming swollen and slippery.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I hungrily devoured it, surprising myself at my passion. My ex-fiance, Lars, had once called me
frigid
during an argument, and I'd actually believed him. I thought perhaps I wasn't a very sexual person, but my feelings with Shawn surprised me in their ferocity. I could see myself ripping his clothes off, devouring him.

He pulled back and looked at my arm, which was dotted in goosebumps.

“You're cold,” he said.

But I wasn't. I was just excited.

“Sit on my lap,” he said, grinning. “I'll keep you warm.”

The sun was sinking into the sea, a hot, orange half-circle, plunging out of sight.

“Sure,” I said, and I slid over and then up onto his lap, with my back to him.

“Not like that,” he said. “I can't kiss you like that.”

“You can kiss my neck.”

“Ah,” he said, and then he did, biting, tonguing and nibbling up and down the nape of my neck, holding up my hair with one hand to get at more of me. His touch was exquisite, so sensual, like he was paying full attention to what he was doing.

My breasts got a feeling in them, like I wanted him to touch them. As I was thinking this, he reached his hands around and cupped them, gently squeezing my nipples.

His voice all deep and raw, he said, “Turn around. Let me kiss you.”

I stood, faced him, then lowered myself onto his lap. I lifted my feet over the log, one at a time, and wrapped my legs around him.

My green, frilly dress rode up, and the sensation of the hard bulge in his pants felt so good, so desirable, against my panties and the soft inner sides of my thighs. I ground myself into him, feeling the hardness within his jeans shift so that his penis could fully engorge and stand straight up.

I kissed him again, grabbing at him with my hands—grabbing his hair, his face, his neck, shoulders, and back. He had some powerful muscles underneath his T-shirt, more than one would get from simply scooping ice cream.

His hands were all over me as well, and as he was stroking my buttocks, I reached down and pulled open the front of his pants, releasing him. I slid my hand down and grabbed his manhood in my hand, enjoying the feel of it, squeezing it for myself and my own interest more than for him. Oh, he was a big boy.

Huskily, he said in my ear, “Oh, Laura. Wait 'til the sun's down, and it'll be dark.”

I looked back over my shoulder at the deep-red sun, which was now just a sliver.

There was nobody else on the beach, just some specks on the horizon—specks that could have been someone walking their dog, or perhaps nothing.

Something took me over then, and I was myself, but not myself. I pulled back away from him, climbed off, and removed my panties. I tucked them into my purse, and, instead of returning to Shawn's lap, I knelt before him.

His manhood was already mostly free of his jeans. I grabbed him by the shaft with one hand, then leaned down and popped the head into my mouth. I may not have been confident about my sexuality, but I knew how to give a blowjob.