Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1) (6 page)

My heart jumped at the sight of him. With his hair tousled in a mess of waves, he looked like he’d come right from work. Had he been anxious to see me? From the lip of the pool, I introduced him to my friends.

“Coming in?” I asked him before they could bombard him with questions. Or flirt with him. What was wrong with me? Storme and Leigh would never do that. But the thought had entered my mind and that was disturbing. Where had this sudden possessiveness come from? With any other guy I wouldn’t have cared in the least, always acting so disinterested when they followed me like puppy dogs. Sean could not be classified as a puppy though. He was closer to a man than anyone I had been with.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah.”

Sean kicked off his sandals and tossed his sunglasses, along with his wallet to an empty lounge chair then stripped off his shirt. I’d bet a million bucks that Storme and Leigh were salivating like two women in front of an all-you-can-eat dessert bar.

I couldn’t be sure because my gaze was locked on his ripped abs. Last night I hadn’t gotten a chance to explore the ridges and dips like a game of find your way out of the maze.

Sean performed a perfect cannonball right next to me, dousing my face with water and along with it, my heated thoughts.
Boys.

“There they are,” he said as he swam up to me.

“What?” I hoped he wasn’t referring to my breasts.

“Your freckles. I missed them.”

Oh. He liked my freckles? I gave him a dubious look.

He touched a few dots on my cheek with the tip of his finger and then some on the other side. “I thought about you all day. I half-expected to see you rise from the sea to taunt me.”

Was it his declaration or his touch that made me all gooey inside? I was feeling too much, too soon and I needed to distance myself from them. From him. From the thought that I could easily fall in love with Sean Dempsey. I blamed Leigh for putting the silly idea in my head.

“Race you.” Before I could dart away, his arms shot out, backing me up against the wall of the pool.

“Really? Challenging a lifeguard?”

Darn, I hadn’t thought of that. I forget most everything when he looked at me. And the things I did think of revolved around his lips on mine.

“Besides.” His hands left the wall and dropped to my hips. “I don’t want to race you.”

“What do you want to do with me?”

“Truth?”

“Always.”

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I want to fuck you.”

My body responded with an ‘oh hell, yeah’. My head though was still clear enough to say, “My friends—”

“Have disappeared.”

My friends rocked.

Sean’s lips claimed mine in a smoking kiss that told me everything I needed to know. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Desperately. The only thing racing was our hearts.

But it was one thing to do it on the dunes by the moonlight and quite another to do it out in the open with the sun still up. It seemed so pornish. And what if Storme and Leigh returned?

Then I remembered the outdoor shower just a few feet away. It was perfect. The roof was opened to the air, three walls made of woven wood slats and a half door, so it gave it the illusion of privacy. Anticipation hummed through my body.

I ended the kiss and took his hand, pulling him to the stairs leading out of the pool. “Come.”

“You will, multiple times,” said Sean.

We threw the towels over one of the walls. Sean tossed his wallet that he grabbed from the lounge chair onto the bench seat. I was so counting on him to have a condom in one of the folds.

I turned on the faucet, grateful to find there was hot and cold water. Sean ran his hand along my curves, nuzzling my neck as I adjusted the temperature to pleasing warmth. He pulled at the strings of my bikini and just like that I was topless. Was it the idea of getting caught that turned me on or the way Sean massaged my breasts, playing with my nipples in just the right way.

He angled me against his body so the water hit the place between my legs but it was merely a tease and not enough to make me come. Impatient, I took his hand off my breast and slid his hand beneath the waistband of my bikini right to my pussy.

“Ah, Kelsey. That is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.”

His fingers tapped my clit until I was wet from more than just the water. Then he hooked two fingers and moved them in a pumping motion, rocking my body to a breath-stealing orgasm.

“Sean.” I sobbed his name as I came.

I turned in his arms and his lips again claimed mine as the water pulsed down around us. He gave me no chance to recover, backing me up against the wall.

“That’s number one.”

My body still shook from the release.

Sean dropped to his knees. The water splashed off his chiseled shoulders as he slowly drew down my bikini bottom like he was savoring the act. Placing a small kiss at the v of my thighs, his tongue then moved over my clit in the same rocking motion his fingers had used. The rough siding of the wooden wall dug into my back but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Sean’s tongue greedily licking my pussy.

My breaths came in short gasps. I didn’t know where to put my hands, but they needed to go somewhere before I toppled over. Reaching up, I grabbed the pipe leading to the showerhead not caring if I tore it off. My other hand clutched the back of Sean’s head. I felt like I was going to climb up the wall with each little shock of pleasure that grew and grew until my body was on fire.

“Oh, oh, Sean,” I cried out. The pleasure was too delicious, too everything. My head hit the wall as I jolted forward and then back, my body shuddering with blessed release.

Sean glided his hands up my legs, then the curve of my hips as he stood. I tasted myself on his lips as he slowly kissed me like it was an art and he a master of it. Like the Leonardo Da Vinci of kissing.

“That’s number two.”

But when he reached for his wallet, I used all my strength to pull him back and reversed our positions.

I kissed him with abandon, clutching his biceps until I was sure my nails would leave marks. I pulled away and dropped to my knees. “My turn.”

The slate tile floor dug into my skin. But I didn’t care. I tugged down his shorts, impatient, as he was patient with my bikini bottoms. His cock was beautiful and strong like the rest of him.

My wet pussy warred with my mouth, each wanting possession of his cock. My mouth watered anticipating the taste of him, my pussy dripped from my orgasm.

Mouth to pussy:
I will make him harder and bigger than he’s ever been in life and then he’ll fuck you with it.

Pussy to mouth:
Promise?

Mouth to pussy:
Promise.

Sean

W
ith no preliminary
teasing, Kelsey’s lips engulfed my cock into the recesses of her hot, wet mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot down my rod at the shock.

Captivated by the erotic sight, I felt the skin of it stretched so tight I feared it would tear. Not that I was about to stop her. She didn’t play with it or dabble with it, no; she worked me in and out of her mouth.

It was the cock sucking of my dreams. If it weren’t for the shower’s cooling mist my body would have combusted into a pile of dust.

“Kelsey, your mouth is so hot.”

Were her moans of approval from the size of me filling her mouth? Or did sucking my cock turn her on? Both? Oh hell, yeah. Then she deep-throated me and gagged. Holy. Fuck.

I was a championship swimmer but this chick made my thighs tremble. Tremble! And I loved every fucking second of it.

I was ready to explode but if I did, I’d be rendered useless until later and I’d promised to make her come multiple times and twice was only a couple in my book. I wanted her to burn out of control with me. Reaching for a fist full of her hair, I pulled her mouth off my cock, and then I lifted her up off her knees and up against my hard body. Her soft flesh melded to me, my cock trapped between her legs.

Burying my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her with a passion I had never felt before. The scent of her suntan lotion intoxicated me, as if it was some sort of love spell. She tasted of oranges. And musk, which was probably the flavor of me lingering on her tongue.

I wanted to do more than fuck her. I needed to imprint myself onto her the way she had done to me. To forever change the way she thought or felt about sex. I ended the kiss to begin my mission. “I can’t wait to be inside your hot little pussy.”

“Hot and wet,” she purred.

Holy. Fuck. If there were a world’s record for putting on a condom I would have blown it away.

Kelsey now had her back to me, her hands braced against the wood slats. Her sweet ass upturned, ready for me to enter her pussy from behind. It was an invitation that I couldn’t refuse. And yet somehow how I did.

Turning her around, I said, “I want to see your face when I make you come.”

She tugged on her bottom lip, her eyes alight with fire making me feel as if I were standing on the sun.

Placing one hand on her ass, I gripped a wooden slat for leverage with the other. Kelsey threw her leg around my hip. Wasting no time, I sunk my cock deep into her. Her mouth had showed me no mercy, so I gave her none, pumping in for all that I was worth. Every ounce of myself was giving itself over to her. Her breaths began to come in short gasps and her pussy clutched around me. I leaned back to see her face as she fell apart with me buried inside her.

She was the beauty who had turned me into a beast. And I roared as I came.

Kelsey

W
ondrous smells led
us into the kitchen. Storme was a great cook, but all I needed was some food as fuel so I could keep up with Sean’s god-like stamina.

Sean held my hand and I was a little nervous as we entered the room. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well say, ‘Sean and I had hot sex in your outdoor shower. And I came multiple times. Three to be exact. Now please feed us.’

Storme broke the ice with a cheeky, “Hope you worked up an appetite.”

I looked to Sean who remained bashfully silent. Thank goodness, he wasn’t like that in bed. Or rather in the shower. Or on the dunes. An image of us rumpling up the sheets entered my head and my body tingled in anticipation.

“Let’s just say I’m starving,” I said.

We each took a seat at the farmhouse style kitchen table, which was set up as if HGTV was about to walk in and start filming. Storme played the perfect hostess. The salmon was grilled to perfection and the wine, direct from Storme’s family vineyard was divine. I was beginning to relax when they started grilling Sean like he was the piece of salmon on my plate.

“How old are you, Sean?” asked Storme.

“Twenty-two.” Sean answered the first question with a good-natured shrug.

“How long have you been a lifeguard?” asked Leigh.

“Since I was sixteen.” He raised his wineglass to his lips and took a sip.

“What do you do during the off-season?” asked Storme.

I threw both of my friends the evil eye and made a cutting motion with my knife for them to stop tag teaming my date with questions. Sean and I were nowhere near the stage of talking about the future. I didn’t want to know beyond today.

“I travel.”

This peaked my interest. Had he been to Europe? Just like a typical male, he didn’t elaborate. My friends were not discouraged from his lack of chattiness.

“Where are you going at the end of this season?”

“Storme,” I cautioned, my voice tight, conveying to them both not to be so nosy, even if I was soaking up all this information like a dry sponge that’d been doused with water.

He looked at me. “Actually, I’ll be leaving for boot camp down in South Carolina. The Marines.”

I blinked. I couldn’t have heard that right. The Marines? It couldn’t be. The Universe wouldn’t be that cruel. I didn’t need a man to be rich. Poor, I could handle, but a military man? I couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t do it. As the oldest, I’d witnessed my Mom suffering through the long absences. Watched her put on a happy face for my sisters and I, even as the constant worry tore her apart. Then, her brave face as she’d accepted the American Flag at my dad’s funeral.

Hadn’t I already sacrificed enough?

Unable to meet Sean’s gaze or utter a single word, I looked away, tears springing to my eyes.

I shouldn’t care. What I had with Sean was just a summer romance, a fling. I shouldn’t care, but I did. Because I’d already had stupid, crazy feelings for him. Why couldn’t he be a simple lifeguard? But he wasn’t. I had to break it off now.

I wished my friends hadn’t dug for information. Wished I’d never met Sean. Wished my father were still alive.

Sean

T
he silence deafened
my ears. Had they been a part of some anti-war college group? Twenty minutes ago I had been in heaven and now I was in hell as Kelsey’s friends interrogated me like they were trying to replace her father.

Holy. Shit.

Had Kelsey’s father been a Marine? And had he been killed in action? The tears in her eyes confirmed it. Her friends got up and surrounded her, creating a wall of support, looking at me like I was the enemy.

“You should go,” said Leigh.

I shook my head. “I got this.”

Storme and Leigh looked at each other over Kelsey’s head. Were they using some kind of female telepathy?

“I made her cry, let me dry the tears.”

Now they looked at me like I was some sort of alien. Maybe, I was. Truth was, I was scared to death of being alone with Kelsey right now, but I’d feel worse leaving her to deal with emotions that I’d dredged up.

Kelsey nodded and her friends left the kitchen.

Gathering up Kelsey in my arms I said, “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t know.”

“My father—,” she sobbed.

Questions burned on my tongue. How had it happened? How long ago? “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want. I can guess.” My tone was soothing, but my insides shredded into pieces. There was nothing I could say to comfort her. Nothing I could do, but hold her.