Bayside Desires (Bayside Summers Book 1)

by Melissa Foster

  “I can’t wait to make love to you.” He brushed his lips over hers, rocking his arousal along her lower belly. “I want to make you so hot that by the time we come together, you’re hanging on by a thread.”

  “Yes,” came out in a rush of hot air.

  He moved lower, holding her arms up as he teased her nipples into tight peaks. Moving from one to the other, he lavished each with kisses, licks, and finally, good, hard sucks.

  “Rick—” she cried out, bowing off the blanket. “Don’t stop. Talk dirty to me.”

  Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he traced her lips with his tongue. “I loved watching you suck me off.”

  She wrapped one leg around his waist. “I loved when you grabbed my hair, and when we…”

  “Got each other off?”

  “Yes—” She arched up, trying to catch his mouth, but he leaned out of reach, loving the passion burning in her eyes.

  “Good things come to those who wait.” He kissed her shoulder, then sealed his mouth over her neck.

  She writhed beneath him, her fingers digging into his back. “No, no, no. No waiting. You’re too good at seducing me.” She turned her head to the side and licked his arm, turning a hot-as-fuck gaze on him.

  “Damn, sweet thing. I think it’s the other way around.”

  She did it again, and he released her arm and hooked his thumb over her lower lip. Narrowing her eyes, and holding his steady gaze, she swirled her tongue over it, then sucked it into her mouth so hard heat bolted to his cock. He uttered a curse. Unable to hold back another second, he withdrew his thumb, and their mouths collided. There was no finesse, no sweet tenderness in their wild, passionate kisses. They were messy and rough, accompanied by moans and whimpers, and fingernails carving crescents into his back.

  “Baby, I’m so into you I can’t think straight.”

  “I’m yours, Rick. Take me—”

  Their kisses turned even more demanding as he aligned their bodies, the head of his cock pressed against her center, coated with her arousal. She lifted her hips, gripping his ass and urging him in. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized they needed protection.

  “Condom,” came out like a curse.

  “I’m on birth control.”

  “Thank God.”

  He wanted to drive into her with one hard thrust, but he also wanted to make sweet love to her with all the tenderness he felt toward her. He slowed their kisses to try to get a grip on his emotions, but he was too far gone. He pushed into her tight heat, a groan falling from his lips as her body swallowed him to the root.

  “Christ, baby. We were made for each other.” He pushed his hands beneath her ass, lifting and angling until she gasped.

  “There,” she said with a shaky breath. “Right there. Don’t move. You’re right on that spot. Just…be with me. Like this.”

  Her hands felt like fire moving over his skin, up his back, down his sides, gripping his ass. His legs began to shake. She felt too fucking good; holding back was near impossible. He pulsed his hips in slow, soft beats, deeper, deeper, deeper, without withdrawing.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod, Rick.” She inhaled a jagged breath. “I’ve never…That’s so good.”

  “Kiss me, baby. Let me make it even better.”

  His mouth came down over hers, worshipping, exploring, as they rocked and thrust, groped and fondled, learning the dips and curves and sweet spots of each other’s bodies. Her heart beat frantically against his, their bodies sliding, bumping, grinding, greedily soaking in every perfect moment. Together they found the tempo that bound them together, carrying them higher and higher and exploding in an avalanche of fiery sensations.

  He held Desiree close, never wanting to let her go, and spoke heatedly into her ear. “Feel that, sweetheart?”

  “Mm,” she said with the softness of a sated lover. “Amazing.”

  “Real, baby. That’s as real as it gets.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  SATURDAY MORNING, AFTER waking up entangled with her naked, and very aroused boyfriend, Desiree and Rick had made love…twice. First, wild and passionate, and later, slow and soul-fillingly amazing. She’d never considered herself a spiritual person. How could she when the mere word reminded her of Lizza’s taking off to follow her “calling,” and leaving Desiree behind. But making love with Rick was more than a physical and emotional experience; it was spiritual. A coming together of mind, body, and soul. After that blissful wake-up, she’d taken Rick’s advice, and instead of closing the door to painting, she’d left it open and painted several signs for the shop.

  Several busy days, and sinful nights, passed with taking long walks, making sweet and passionate love into the wee hours of the morning, and sharing more of their secrets, hopes, and dreams. Before Desiree knew it, Wednesday arrived with sunshine and an influx of customers at Devi’s Discoveries. The road signs Desiree had made were working wonders. Thank you, Rick. She’d been putting them up along Route 6, and Violet had passed out flyers in the area. The flyers had worked so well, this morning Violet drove to the neighboring towns to hand out more.

  “I’d like to buy these.” A stout woman with curly silver hair set two items from the personal exploration shop on the counter. “And how much is this?” She held up a pottery mug with a fishtail handle.

  Desiree had been nervous about leaving the door to the personal exploration shop open, but Violet had threatened to stand outside the cottage telling customers, Be sure to check out the enormous dildos in the back room, if she didn’t. Boy, was she glad her in-your-face sister had insisted. Between the gallery and the shop, they’d been clearing a grand each day, and on Monday they’d earned nearly three thousand dollars, having sold one of their mother’s paintings. Today they’d already made almost a thousand dollars, most of which had come from the sale of personal discovery items.

  “It’s thirteen dollars,” Desiree answered. “It’s one of a kind.”

  “Are you the artist?” the woman asked excitedly.

  “No.” My mother is. An odd sense of pride came with that thought, and Desiree had to work hard to move past it. “Lizza Vancroft is the artist.”

  The woman clutched the mug to her chest with a hopeful smile. “Is she here?”

  “No, I’m sorry. She’s away for the summer.” As an afterthought, she added, “Rejuvenating her creativity.” She rang up the purchase, thinking about Lizza. The shop was truly packed from top to bottom, and in the studio, just as her mother had said, there were enough pieces to carry the shop for at least a few months. Maybe Lizza really had depleted her creativity while she was there. It still didn’t excuse her making it seem as though she was dying, but that was Lizza.

  The shop remained busy throughout the afternoon, and every customer wanted to chat about something—the weather, the artwork, the property. She’d met two people who remembered when the Summer House Inn had been a go-to summer-vacation spot. One gentleman said his family had stayed there when he was a little boy, and he remembered the kind woman who had run it. It warmed her to hear him speak of her grandmother. They’d begun renovations earlier in the week, and it was amazing how a fresh coat of paint could breathe new life into tired-looking rooms.

  When things slowed down she texted Violet, who was supposed to have returned from putting up flyers hours ago. I’ve been swamped all day. Great job with the flyers, but where are you? Desiree had been picking away at weeding the gardens along the driveway while Violet manned the shop, but today she had hoped to surprise Rick with lunch. Thanks to Violet, that idea had gone out the window.

  She headed outside to the easel she’d set up by the front door and worked on a painting of the gardens she’d begun yesterday in between customers. Pulling from memories, she brought to life wild grasses, burgeoning hydrangeas, daffodils, azaleas, tiger lilies, and her favorite, orange trumpet creepers.

  A stream of yappy barks broke her focus. Cosmos darted between the bushes at the far side of the property, heading for her at record spe
ed. She’d put him in the fenced yard outside the kitchen while she was working and wondered how he’d gotten out again. She stepped away from the painting as Mira, Serena, and Rick burst through the bushes. Her heart skipped at the sight of her big, handsome man tearing across the lawn in a pair of shorts and a tight white T-shirt. Their eyes locked, and pure lust stared back at her.

  “Grab him!” Serena yelled.

  Desiree scooped up Cosmos, who was dripping wet, wishing she could grab her man instead. “What have you done now?” Cosmos wriggled in her arms, covering her face with puppy kisses. She couldn’t stop grinning as the others caught up.

  Rick skidded to a stop beside her. “Hey, babe. The scoundrel got in the pool again.” He kissed her lips, the only spot Cosmos hadn’t touched.

  “He climbed the fence!” Serena petted Cosmos. “Such a smart boy.”

  Rick glared at her.

  “You have to admit, he’s a smart dog,” Mira said to her brother. “Look at this, Des.”

  She held out her phone, showing Desiree a video of Cosmos standing on his hind legs, stretching as tall as his little body could possibly reach, and hooking his paws over the top of the fence. He jumped three times before hauling himself up and over. He darted into the pool, sending the swimmers into a frenzy of screeches and laughter.

  “Oh my gosh! I put him in the fenced-in area this morning. I never imagined he could climb out. I’m so sorry.” Desiree lifted Cosmos up and looked into his twinkling dark eyes. “You have been a very creatively naughty puppy.”

  He yapped, his tongue lolling out of his smiling mouth.

  “I’ve never seen a dog do that,” Serena said. She and Mira were wearing shorts and tank tops, looking like they’d just come from the beach, though Desiree knew Serena worked most days running the front desk.

  “I’m going to have Dean install flower boxes on the outside perimeter of the pool fence, and I was thinking he should do it on the inside of your fence, too. Is that okay? It should keep the troublemaker from climbing over.” Rick grabbed the pooch’s face and pressed a kiss to his snout. “Grr.”

  Desiree laughed. “That’s fine, and I’d really appreciate it. He could get hurt running across the parking lot, and I’m pretty attached to him. But can you blame him for wanting to go swimming? I mean, it is summertime.” Wow, I sound like Violet.

  “You’re right,” Rick said. “I’ll buy him a kiddie pool for your fenced-in area, too.” He winked. “The rest of the materials for the patio were delivered earlier. I’ve got to get back before Drake screws things up. We’re going to try to finish it up tonight, so I’ll be a little late.” He leaned in close and whispered, “You look even sexier in that little pink number than you did this morning. I can’t wait to tear it off of you later. With my teeth.”

  “You better hope he brushes them first,” Mira said under her breath.

  “I can’t believe you heard that.” Desiree glared at Rick.

  He shrugged. “Sorry. I thought I was being discreet.” He leaned in with a mischievous look in his eyes and said, “But I do love when my girl gets flustered.”

  Desiree swatted him playfully, earning a hearty laugh, but inside she was swooning over their racy relationship. “You’re a beast. Go do your work.”

  He gave her a chaste kiss, and she watched him walk away.

  “You realize that’s my brother’s ass you’re ogling,” Mira teased.

  “Oh gosh, sorry.” She carried Cosmos into the gallery and grabbed his leash from beside the door, hooking it to his collar. “Come on in and look around.”

  “I’m glad you and Rick found each other,” Mira said as she looked around the shop. “I’ve never seen him this happy. Maybe you can get him to realize he needs to be here, and not in DC.”

  Desiree’s stomach lurched, thinking about how short a time they had left together. He said he was there for another month when they’d met, and it had been almost two weeks. A couple more weeks would never be enough. She’d known exactly what she was getting into with Rick. A summer romance. But she hadn’t realized she could lose her heart so quickly.

  “But I’m leaving, too,” she said wistfully.

  “Well, that’s easy to fix. We’ll just have to start convincing you to stay.” Serena peered into the back room. “What is this? Desiree! You didn’t tell us you had a porn shop.”

  “What?” Mira followed her into the back room.

  If they’d have come in a week ago, Desiree might have shriveled up with embarrassment, but now she’d handled, talked about, and sold everything from cock rings to nipple clamps. Embarrassment had no place in this salesgirl’s life. Except when it comes to Rick’s whispered promises. As much as she loved his dirty talk, when they weren’t in the heat of the moment, she still blushed a red streak.

  “It’s my mother’s ‘personal exploration shop,’ not mine. I’m just the salesgirl. I swear, if my teacher friends saw me now, they’d think I was a whole different person. Back home I spend my days talking to little people and keeping my thoughts and language as pure as I can.” She picked up a bottle of lubricant. “Then I come here, thinking my mother is dying, and learn all about lubricants and sex toys. I sold five of these today. Five. I didn’t think people really used it that much.”

  “Anal,” Serena said casually. “Just think of how much wider your vocabulary is now.” She picked up a vibrator. “Now, boys and girls, this is called a vibrator. Can you say vibrator? Oh, what’s it for, you ask? Well, after being around sticky fingers all day, Miss Cleary likes to get a different type of sticky—”

  “Geez!” Desiree snatched the vibrator out of Serena’s hand. “You sound like my friend Emery.”

  “You have a dirty-minded best friend, too?” Mira eyed her bestie. “Serena has worn off on me, so watch out. Emery might wear off on you.”

  She didn’t need to know it was Rick, not Emery, who had unlocked her inner sexy girl.

  Mira held up a pair of edible underwear. “I’ll be back later for these.”

  “Why stop there?” Serena held up a whip. “Turn it up a notch. You can’t get this stuff anywhere around here. I think the closest place is P-town. We were going to brainstorm about marketing. Do you have time now? You could corner the market on sex toys so easily.”

  “I’ve been so busy since we set out the signs and flyers, I think we’ll be okay. At least for now.” Desiree heard voices in the gallery and went to investigate.

  Cosmos barked at a young couple who was looking around with confused expressions. Desiree picked up Cosmos. “Hi. Can I help you find something?”

  The couple shared a secret smile, and the guy handed her a flyer. “We got this at the Earth House. Is this the right place?” The Earth House was an eclectic record and clothing shop a few miles away.

  Desiree quickly scanned the flyer. Best sex shop around! Come early and often! It went on to list a few of their products, and the address. Swallowing her shock at the changes her sister had made to the flyers, she said, “It sure is,” and waved toward the open door, catching sight of Mira and Serena inspecting a box.

  Violet’s motorcycle roared into the driveway, and Desiree carried Cosmos outside. Violet climbed off her bike and took off her helmet, carrying it under one arm as she sauntered across the driveway.

  “Have a fun afternoon?” Desiree set Cosmos on the ground.

  Violet bent to pet Cosmos. “Actually, yes. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to get to know a place. I hit some of the shops in Brewster, and went down to Breakwater Beach.”

  Desiree swallowed her complaint about Violet blowing off their schedule. Violet was a wanderer, like their mother. For her to want to get to know the area said something, and it felt like progress.

  Serena and Mira came outside giggling.

  “Do you get to test the products?” Serena asked.

  “No!” Can I? Do I want to? Oh my gosh. I think I might!

  Violet smirked. “That right there is the look of someone who wants to
break the rules.”

  “Oh, I love breaking rules,” Serena said.

  Desiree introduced the three of them, then popped inside to check on the customers. When she came back out, Mira had a troubled look in her eyes.

  “I’m a mother,” Mira said. “Breaking rules isn’t really my thing.”

  Violet scoffed. “Are you kidding? Naughty mommies are the bomb.” She eyed Serena. “I think it’s time we dare these girls into finding their inner badasses.”

  “We’re going to get along so well.” Serena rubbed her palms together. “We could dare them to get arrested.”

  Mira and Desiree said, “No,” in unison.

  “No arrests,” Violet said, and Desiree breathed a sigh of relief. “Something simple but different for them. Crotchless underwear.”

  “Yes! Crotchless!” Serena squealed. “At Rick’s goodbye party in two weeks. That’s the perfect send-off for two lovers. But you have to come, Violet.”

  Desiree felt like she’d been body-slammed. Rick’s goodbye party. How could they already be planning to say goodbye when she felt like they’d just found each other? She crossed her arms against the longing taking hold and forced herself to focus on the thought of wearing crotchless panties around Rick and how thrilling it would be. For both of us. She imagined letting it “slip” that she was wearing them and Rick being unable to control himself. A thrum of excitement rushed through her, pushing the longing to the side. Oh yeah, she would wear crotchless panties for him. Maybe edible ones, too.

  “Think I’d miss seeing my sister squirming like a schoolmarm in fuckable panties?” Violet shook her head. “No way.”

  Feigning her best annoyed expression to cover her newfound riskiness, Desiree said, “You know Rick has spent the night all week.” She lifted her chin and said, “I am perfectly capable of owning my inner bad girl without a dare.”

  “You can’t even say badass,” Violet pointed out.

  “I don’t have to be trash-mouthed to be a bad…ass.”