Seaside Hearts (Love in Bloom: Seaside Summers, Book 2) Contemporary Romance

by Melissa Foster

  “Sounds great to me. Kurt’s ahead of his deadline, so he can take an afternoon, right?” Leanna reached for Kurt’s hand.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Kurt brought her hand to his lips.

  Jenna felt something against her foot and glanced beneath the table. Pete’s giant boot was pressed against her sandal. She bit her lower lip, unsure if he’d meant to do it, or if she should move her foot away. She glanced up at him and he pressed it harder.

  She swallowed.

  “Let me know when you’re thinking of going and I’ll try to get the time off,” Caden said.

  Charlie placed a hand on Jenna’s thigh, and Jenna felt her cheeks heat up. She knew he was probably waiting for her to invite him on the boat trip. She chanced another glance in Pete’s direction and he arched a brow. He was amused by Charlie’s hand on her thigh? What the hell did that mean? Pete shifted his eyes to a blonde on the dance floor. Despite her decision not to be wrapped up in Pete this summer—a battle she was slowly losing grip on—jealousy wrapped its claws around her chest and squeezed tight.

  “Charlie, can you get away for an afternoon to go with us?” Jenna kept her eyes focused on Charlie. She felt guilty for using him to get back at Pete, but Pete had left her high and dry for too many years for her to simply fall into his lap, even if there was nothing else on earth she’d rather do. Of course, if she fell, she’d probably turn into a blundering idiot and he’d boot her away faster than she could blink an eye. Stop it. Stop thinking about him!

  She couldn’t help it. She thought of her body pressed against his in the cottage and his hot breath caressing her skin. Every erotic, sensual second. She dropped her eyes with the thought. She shouldn’t have invited Charlie. It wasn’t fair to him since her stupid mind was still hung up on Pete.

  Charlie accepted her offer and draped an arm around her. His smile pounded the guilty stake into her heart a little deeper.

  “Great. Amy? Can you make it?” Lacy asked.

  “I can always make it. I never have any plans.” Amy ran her finger around the rim of her glass.

  Pete draped an arm over Amy’s shoulder. “I could hook you up with a nice guy.”

  Jenna’s stomach clenched.

  Amy tucked her hair behind her ear. “That’s okay. I could have a date if I wanted one. I just…” She shrugged.

  “She’s waiting for a particular pro surfer to come knocking at her cottage door.” Bella raised her eyebrows.

  Amy rolled her eyes.

  “If he’s not careful, he’ll have missed the boat.” It took all of Jenna’s willpower to keep her eyes trained on her glass and not lift them to look at Pete’s face. She wanted to read his eyes and see if her words hit home. Instead, she downed her drink in one gulp and hoped to hell they did.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Pete said. “Amy’s gorgeous and sweet. She’s funny, and she’s loyal to each of you. I think she’s probably worth waiting for.”

  “Aw, thanks, Pete.” Amy patted his leg.

  Worth waiting for?

  “Maybe you need to be more forward with Tony and let him know what you want,” Pete suggested.

  Jenna didn’t have to look to know he’d shifted his gaze to her. Heat blazed across the table.

  “Oh, I think he has a pretty good picture,” Bella said.

  “Lacy waited more than a year for our schedules to work out so we could finally be together.” Dane smiled at Lacy. “Some things can’t be rushed.”

  Jenna snuck a peek at Pete and he shifted his eyes away.

  He took a long pull of his drink. “Exactly.” He eyed the blonde on the dance floor again.

  Jenna’s stomach clenched tight with jealousy.

  Lacy kissed Dane’s cheek. “Well, you’re the most romantic man I know, so you were definitely worth waiting for.”

  “Romance is so hard to come by,” Amy said. “To me, the most romantic thing a guy could do is to take care of you when you’re sick, or something simple, like carry your bags when he sees you’re struggling.”

  “Or ride your pink bicycle just to see you?” Leanna touched Kurt’s cheek, and he leaned in for a kiss.

  “Those are all romantic, and Kurt looked adorably sexy on that pink bike.” Jenna smiled at Kurt, who rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t kidding, Kurt. To me, sexiness and romance aren’t about doing what people expect; they’re about caring enough to do the things that aren’t expected, or loving a person enough to see things in them that others didn’t. Like making her coffee just the way she likes it, or like Caden installing new locks on Bella’s doors and windows, or, I don’t know, singing just to see your girlfriend smile, even if your voice cracks.”

  “Singing? Got that, Charlie?” Amy laughed.

  “Don’t look at me. I can’t carry a tune across the street.” Charlie took a sip of his beer.

  Pete shifted his eyes to Jenna, and for that brief second, she knew exactly what romance was. Romance was the look in Pete’s eyes, the connection that they were both fighting tooth and nail. He looked back at the blonde on the dance floor.

  Or maybe not.

  When the blonde headed for the ladies’ room, Pete followed. “Excuse me.”

  Oh no you don’t. Jenna was not about to be teased with promises of erotic, sensual experiences and then thrown away for some blond bimbo. She pulled her shoulders back, inhaled deeply, and rose to her feet. “Excuse me a sec. I think I see someone from the library.” She stalked into the restaurant, then circled around to the back entrance to the hall that led to the restrooms. She didn’t even know what an erotic experience was, although bondage and other things came to mind.

  She froze at the thought. No, she had to be wrong. Pete wasn’t like that. Sweet, docile Pete? Ha! The only thing docile about Pete was—oh hell. She couldn’t even pretend there was anything docile about him anymore. She forced her feet to carry her around the corner to the entrance of the restrooms. As if to prove her thoughts, Pete stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his biceps twitching, powerful legs planted like tree trunks, and his eyes locked on the blonde from the dance floor. He shifted his gaze and caught sight of Jenna. A coy grin slid north to his eyes. He touched the blonde’s arm, said something, nodded, then closed the gap between him and Jenna.

  Jenna stumbled backward until her back hit the wall. Pete leaned a palm on the wall beside her head. He leaned down so they were eye to eye. Before he could say a word, Jenna’s thoughts burst from her lips.

  “What are you doing?” She was breathing so hard her boobs rose like they were riding the swell of an ocean liner.

  “You’re speaking to me?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Jesus. You’re…” Making me hot and bothered, and confused. Wickedly confused.

  He arched a brow, and she wanted to smack that amused look off his face, then plaster her lips to his.

  “Jenna, if you have something you want, just tell me.”

  Kiss him. Just press your lips to his and—“Ugh!” She pushed past him and stormed into the ladies’ room. “Something I want. Something I want?” She paced the floor, ignoring the looks from the blonde he’d been talking to and the two brunettes washing their hands at the sink. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.

  “He has that effect on women.”

  Jenna spun around and faced the blonde.

  “Pete. I assume that’s who you’re talking about. The guy I was talking to who had a bead on you the minute he saw you?” She raked her eyes down Jenna’s body. “He’s a big tease, choosy as hell.” She moved in closer, like she was Jenna’s best friend, and lowered her voice. “Only, I hear that when he’s not teasing, which apparently doesn’t happen as often as we might think, he’ll blow your mind.” She licked her lips. “And he’ll leave you begging for more.”

  Holy crap. “Ha—have you…been with him?” I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me.

  “Pfft. Me?” Blondie laughed. “Don’t I wish. I’m not
even close to being in his league.”

  Jenna quickly assessed her: chesty, lean, pretty, but not overly made-up. Her hair fell to the middle of her back in lustrous waves, and she had legs that went on forever. If Blondie wasn’t in his league, Jenna wondered if she was even good enough to sit on the bleachers.

  Chapter Six

  JENNA BANGED ON Amy’s bedroom window. She had two bottles of Middle Sister wine in one arm and a roll of premade chocolate chip cookie dough in the front pocket of her hoodie. It was pitch-black in the development, as there were no streetlights, and Amy’s bedroom was on the side of her cottage. Jenna wasn’t tall enough to see in her window. She hung on Amy’s windowsill and called to her in a loud whisper.

  “Ames! I need you!”

  She heard Amy groan.

  “Amy! Ames! Hurry! It’s cold out here.”

  Amy’s face appeared in the window. Her blond hair was a tangled mess. They’d come back from the Beachcomber an hour and a half ago, and Jenna had tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she heard Pete’s promise.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t sleep.” Jenna bounced on her toes and held up a roll of cookie dough. “I brought goodies!”

  Amy’s eyes widened. “Cookie dough? I’ll be right out, but I’m bringing my blanket.”

  “Bring me one, too!”

  Amy came outside in her flannel pajama pants and a hoodie with two blankets in her arms.

  “Wanna get the girls?” Amy yawned.

  “Yeah. Do you think it’s okay with Kurt and Caden?”

  Amy shrugged. “When have they ever stopped us?” She grabbed Jenna’s arm and dragged her to Leanna’s window. “Give me a hand,” Amy whispered.

  Jenna put the bottles and cookie dough on the ground and clasped her hands together so Amy could step in them and peek in the window. Amy tottered to the side.

  “Whoa!”

  “Shh,” Jenna chided. “Hang on to the windowsill.”

  Pepper, Leanna’s dog, barked.

  “Oh, shit!” Jenna jumped back, sending Amy flat on her ass.

  “Ow!” Amy rolled on top of Jenna and laughed.

  “Pepper.” Kurt silenced the pup with one word. “Leanna, I think the girls need you.”

  “Shit, shit, shit.” Jenna covered her mouth. “We woke Kurt up!”

  Kurt looked out the screen. “It’s okay. She’ll be out in a minute.”

  Bella’s front door opened, and she came out in her nightie. “Jenna? Amy?” she whispered over her deck.

  “Over here.” Amy waved.

  “You’re going to wake Theresa!” Bella ran over in her bare feet, her arms crossed over her chest. She helped them up. Leanna joined them a minute later, wearing one of Kurt’s sweatshirts—and it looked like nothing else.

  “What are you doing? It’s two in the morning,” Leanna said.

  “Jenna couldn’t sleep,” Amy explained.

  Jenna held up the cookie dough in one hand and the wine in the other. “I have goodies. Please, please, please don’t be mad.”

  Leanna rolled her eyes. “Mad? Never. Where to?”

  Jenna bit her lower lip, opened her eyes wide, and bobbed her head in the direction of the pool.

  “Chunky-dunking? No, I’m too tired,” Bella said. Chunky-dunking was what they called skinny-dipping.

  “Piggies only?” Jenna stuck out her toes and wiggled them.

  Bella reached for a bottle of wine and cranked it open. “Okay, piggies only.”

  At the pool, Jenna unlocked the gate as quietly as she was able, with Bella shushing her every three seconds.

  “If Theresa hears you, we’re all in trouble,” Amy reminded her. The pool closed at eight o’clock, and swimming after dark was prohibited. They weren’t sure what would happen if Theresa really caught them, but they didn’t want to find out.

  They tiptoed onto the pool deck and sat around the edge of the pool.

  “It’s cold!” Amy said, pulling a blanket around her shoulders.

  “Oh, it is not.” Bella’s legs dangled in the water. “Pass the cookie dough.”

  Jenna tore open the cookie dough, ripped off a chunk, then passed the tube to Bella.

  “Why couldn’t you sleep?” Bella asked. “Maybe because the sexual tension between you and Pete was so thick I was afraid it would swallow you whole, and poor Charlie didn’t seem to have a clue.” Bella stuffed cookie dough in her mouth and handed the tube to Leanna. “Besides, you haven’t given us one shred of detail about what’s going on, and if you don’t give it up soon, I’m going to let Leanna loose in your kitchen.”

  Leanna batted her lashes. When Leanna cooked, she left no counter, floor, or table untouched. Sometimes even the ceiling was peppered with jam or flour or other ingredients that had no business being on a ceiling.

  Jenna took a swig of wine, then an even longer one at the thought of Leanna being set loose in her clean kitchen. She passed the bottle down the line, as the cookie dough made its way back toward her. “My life has turned into a really bad comedy of craziness.”

  “Oh, Jen, I’m sorry you feel that way.” Amy leaned forward and looked at her around the others. “You have a great life.”

  Bella smiled. “I take it your hot water got fixed. I saw that you used my shower. You lined up everything in my shower by height.”

  “Sorry.” Jenna broke off another hunk of cookie dough. “Pete fixed it. You’re not going to believe what I’m about to say, and I can’t even believe I’ve waited this long to spill it, but with Charlie being sweet and sexy all night and Pete stalking me like prey…”

  “See? Five bucks.” Bella held her hand out to Leanna.

  “I thought Pete was just being sweet.” Leanna took a long drink of wine and handed it to Amy. “I hate that you guys all know and see things about men that I don’t pick up on, like when Jenna was talking about orgasms all last summer and thinking about Pete, and I was clueless.”

  “If she’s thinking about orgasms, she’s thinking about Pete. That’s a given,” Bella said.

  Jenna pushed to her feet. Goose bumps covered her legs. She hurried behind the girls and plopped down beside Amy, hoping to steal their warmth. “See? It’s all your fault this is even an issue. If you’d stop bringing up Pete and me in the same sentence like I can’t live without him, then maybe I could feel a zing when I’m with Charlie.”

  The others shared an eye roll that felt like it shook the earth.

  “Ugh!” Jenna clenched her eyes shut and spoke as fast as she could. “I ran into him in the living room and my towel fell off; then I clutched his chest for dear life while he stood there thinking God knows what. Then he promised me erotic sex and told me to tell him what I wanted.” Eyes still clenched shut, she fisted her hands and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Holy crap,” Amy said.

  “Naked clutching? Erotic sex?” Bella said. Jenna heard movement in the water, then sensed Bella’s presence behind her.

  “Tell him what you want?” Leanna sounded breathless.

  “Open your goddamn eyes!” Bella shook Jenna by the shoulders.

  Jenna’s eyes flew open and was met with Bella’s wide, toothy grin. Jenna couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time, she wanted to cry.

  “Oh no. No, no, no.” Bella sat down behind her. “Jenna Jane, what on earth is wrong with you? Please don’t cry. You know I’m not good with tears.”

  “She’s overwhelmed. She’s loved him forever.” Amy patted Jenna’s back.

  Leanna handed Jenna the bottle of wine. “It’s a lot to take in.” She crinkled her nose. “Are you sure we’re talking about Pete? Our Pete? Quiet guy, tall? I can’t even imagine him saying the word erotic. Sexy maybe, but erotic?”

  Jenna downed the wine, closing her eyes as the tangy liquid slid down her throat, quelling the panic inside her.

  “Not only did he say it, but the man said it like he was good at it, and then…Oh my God, I can’t believe I didn’t tell
you. When I went to the ladies’ room, he had this blond bimbo cornered, and she said she was out of his league, and that he was a like a wild animal in the bedroom.” Jenna shook her head. “Blow your mind, that’s what she said. If she’s out of his league, what the hell is he doing saying that stuff to me?”

  “You’re a hundred times hotter than any woman at that bar,” Amy said.

  “This is what you always wanted, Jenna. He’s what you’ve always wanted,” Bella reminded her.

  Jenna covered her face and groaned. Then she peeked out over her fingertips. “I’m not sure I even know what erotic sex really means. Bondage? Anal? Threesome?”

  “Jenna!” Amy covered her mouth.

  “I think our sweet Pete has a dark side, and it scares me a little,” Jenna admitted.

  Bella swatted the air. “Look at Caden. He’s Mr. Polite on the streets, but hotter than hell in the bedroom.”

  “He’s freaking hot on the streets, too, Bella, and you know it.” Jenna looked away.

  “Yes, but so is Kurt, and Pete, of course,” Leanna said. “Kurt’s an animal in the bedroom. My docile, quiet wordsmith turns my world upside down.” Kurt was about as even-tempered as they came, and as a writer, he often lived in his own head.

  “We know,” Amy and Jenna said in unison. Leanna and Kurt often forgot to close their windows when they were fooling around, and they weren’t exactly quiet lovers.

  Jenna lay back and looked up at the stars. “But what does it mean when a guy says erotic and sensual?”

  Amy folded her hands in her lap. “Don’t ask me. I’m vanilla or chocolate. You’re talking about funky flavors I’ve never tasted.”

  Jenna bolted upright. “Ha! God, I love you, Ames.” Jenna set serious eyes on Bella. “Well?”

  “Why do you look at me?” Bella laughed. “Who knows? But I don’t think it’s any of the stuff you’re worried about.”

  “Oh.” Jenna heard the disappointment in her own voice and it surprised her. “I mean, oh, good.”

  “Yeah, whatever. What’s the big deal? It’s not like you’re sexually repressed.” Bella tore off a chunk of cookie dough and handed it to Jenna. “I mean, threesome, that would be a deal breaker for me, but you know what I mean. He’s a guy. He probably meant really good, hot sex. Passion and power, a lethal combination.”